“Fuck, I love you,” he said, biting at her lips.
She smiled. “Good, because I want you. Knock me up. I don’t care if the richest man in the world came and offered me a better life. The only man I want, the only man I’ve ever wanted, is right here. You’re the one, Dog. It’s always been you. Always will be.”
He spun her around to the bed, spreading her thighs open.
She glanced down, watching as his large hand stroked between her thighs, touching her pussy. A moan left her lips as he spread her open. His thumb pressed to her clit before sliding down to plunge inside her.
He worked his thumb, then pulled out, and his fingers replaced it. Two, three, working inside her, filling her up. He was older, more experienced, and knew exactly how to drive her wild with desperate need. Every time with him was like the first time all over again.
She cried out, moaning his name, not wanting him to stop. When Dog suddenly dropped down to one knee, his tongue stroked over her clit. He teased across her sex, up and down, around, before pulling her nub into his mouth and sucking it hard. She panted and clutched the sheets in her fists, trying not to let the rising pressure consume her.
The slight pain didn’t even begin to compare to the pleasure as he played with her.
Screaming his name, she bucked up, wanting him, desperate for him, hungry for more of Dog. He gave it to her as well. His tongue danced across her pussy, making her ache and whine, but he didn’t allow her to come.
Like always, he was the one in charge.
She wouldn’t have it any other way.
Just as suddenly as he’d started to tease her, he stepped back, and she pouted, going to her elbows to watch him.
He removed his clothes, revealing his hard, muscular, heavily inked body. She pressed her thighs together to try to create some friction but he tutted. “Keep them open.” His hard voice sent a shiver of pleasure and need rushing up her spine.
She smiled and spread her legs, liking how he looked at her with hunger. In the past couple of days, Dog had gotten out of the habit of glaring at her, and she liked it. She loved how he treated her. It was magical to be the only one to know this side of the VP.
Dog wrapped his fingers around his dick, working from the root up to the tip, then back down again. Pre-cum beaded on the tip and he curled his finger, beckoning her toward him.
Sliding toward the end of the bed, she sank down to her knees on the floor.
“Open,” he demanded.
With her lips parted, he placed his cock close to her face, his hands going to her hair and wrapping it up around his fist as he slowly sank into her mouth. She moaned around his length, taking him in deeper until he hit the back of her throat. He let out a curse, pulling out but only until the thick head of him was inside.
Sliding her tongue across the slit, she tasted him and wanted more. She wanted him to spill in her mouth so she could swallow him all. Dog filled her mouth, using his grip in her long hair to guide her over his length, taking her mouth. She moaned around his huge cock and in response, he cursed and slid in deep but not too far. He always thought about her, not just himself.
“Fuck, no, I’m not going to get you pregnant coming in your mouth.” He pulled out of her and scooped her up. She landed on the bed with a jostle and within seconds, Dog was inside her, fucking her hard. The man was a machine. He grabbed her hands, pressing them to the bed, holding her in place as he worked her pussy. In and out, he pounded inside her, fucking her harder, and she took it. Wanted it. She loved the feeling of him deep inside her, joining them in the most intimate way.
His lips crashed down on hers, ravishing her mouth. The passion helped her slip away, into that beautiful place where only he could lead. He let go of her hands, gripping her hips as he took her hard and fast. Dog was her biker, her beast, and she belonged to him.
He broke from the kiss and trailed down her neck to suck on her pulse. His stubble creating sensations that had her close to orgasm just from his teases alone. She couldn’t get enough of him. For the rest of her life, she’d gladly be at his mercy, in his bed, in his life. No other man would ever do.
“You’re mine, Sable. All mine. Now and forever. I’m never going to let you go. Now come all over my cock.” He pulled out of her, spun her to her knees, and was back inside of her with his fingers stroking over her clit.
This was heaven.
****
Two months later
It didn’t take a genius to work out his woman was pregnant. At least, Dog figured it took a woman who could read all the signs and Beth had discreetly told him to go and get a pregnancy test kit as Sable was showing all the signs of being knocked up.
No period.
Sickness in the morning.
Her breasts a little sore and heavy. He’d put this down to the fact he couldn’t get enough of her. Sable was an addiction. Every single night, no matter how late, he had to be inside her. Some nights, that was how he fell asleep, with his dick balls deep inside her and his arms holding her against him, keeping her safe.
Sable had no complaints.