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“Yeah, fuck.” He clasped her right ass cheek with one hand and tugged her left nipple with the other, pulling it nearly to the point of pain. “Fuck me.”

She sped up and arched her back, wanting more of every sensation.

“Goddamn it,” he muttered. “You’re beautiful.”

Leah loved that she got this big, tough biker to the edge of his stamina so quickly. It turned her on all the more to know how much he wanted her. How sexy he found her.

“Don’t stop,” he said, filling his hand up with her hair and holding it tight. “Don’t fucking stop.”

“I won’t.” She gasped, gripping the back of the sofa. The pressure built. The need to come growing, and it was going to be spectacular. She closed her eyes and let out a long groan of bliss.

He found her right nipple and sucked, not gently. His teeth scraped her flesh and he bit down.

An erotic shot of pain had her crying out. “Oh! God. Yes.”

Still, she rode his cock, her pussy gripping it so tight and her clit being worked into a frenzy. She cupped his chin, pulled his face up to hers, and slicked her tongue into his mouth in a frantic kiss. Desperate to let him know how great he made her feel.

Her skin was peppered with sweat, and her heart thudded. Closing her eyes, she was lost to him, lost to the bucking rhythm of her body. Nothing else existed.

“Fucking me like that.” He groaned. “Is gonna make me … come.”

“I’m … I’m coming,” she said into his mouth. “Oh, Carter. I…”

His grip on her hair and ass tightened and his body tensed to rock.

Her pussy was so wet, and he was so hard and deep.

Staring into his eyes, she climbed the last moments to release. Her clit was thick with need. She was panting, her body a coiled spring.

He stared back at her, unblinking, his left eye narrower than the right.

It was as if they were seeing deep into each other’s soul, witnessing the secret desires, the hidden, dark places. And it didn’t scare her. She knew there were black shadows in him, along with danger, risk, and revenge. She saw his fierce loyalty, his love for his family and club, and she saw the depth of his adoration for her.

“Leah, God damn it, come, will you?” He gritted his teeth and his nostrils flared.

She spiraled into ecstasy, her body hostage to the near-violent spasm wreaking havoc on her bones and muscles. Hot shards of bliss shot from her clit and pussy to her chest, up her back, and throat. She cried out, not holding anything in. “Oh, yes, yes, yes…!”

“Fuck!” He bucked his hips upward and dragged her down even harder onto his cock. He was throbbing inside her, coming long and hard the same way she was.

She shook through her climax, her pussy alive with sharp contractions, each one sending waves of pleasure to her clit and beyond. Still, she worked her hips, riding him hard.

He pressed his forehead to hers, still holding her hair with one hand. Their sharp, excited breaths mixed, and she felt like her heart would beat right out of her chest.

“Carter,” she managed.

“Leah.”

She began to slow her writhing hips and kissed him again, filling her hands with his smooth strands of hair.

He wrapped his arms around her body, clamping her chest to his.

In his embrace, she felt so small, but she didn’t feel weak. She felt strong. He gave that to her, a sense of her own power and strength. And for that, she adored him.

She would always adore him.

****

An hour later, they pulled up at the compound. Razor opened the gate, and Carter rolled the bike in. He parked up.


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