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What kind of man would that make me?” One that doesn’t want to bend his sister-in-law over the counter and fuck her senseless.
I’ve never hidden who I am or what I want. And right now, she’s the prize I’ve set my sights on.
I grab up the bottle from the counter and tilt my head back to pour tequila into my mouth, sealing it shut to hold the liquid inside. I grip her throat, pressing her body against the cabinet. Towering over her, she bends her head back and opens wide for me. I spill the contents from my mouth into hers and my dick nearly explodes in my pants.
“I want to see you take every inch of me, tigritsa.”
The smile that lights up her face makes my heart race. The entire reason for my existence is this moment.
“No, tigritsa. I’m not a good person at all.” I glide my nose along her smooth cheek, down to her neck. “But that doesn’t matter. I will always be your good boy.”
“Never have I ever had a woman back in this house.” She pulls back, eyeing me suspiciously. “I don’t believe you.” I hold up my hands. “Truth. I haven’t slept with another woman since New York. Two damn years ago.”
“Never have I ever had sex with a biker on his bike before,” I say with a grin. “And I’ll be the only one.”
“I’ve heard there’s three ways to ride a biker?”
“There’s five ways to ride a biker, sweetheart. I’m going to show you all of them.”
“Five?” I question. “So, fingers, face, cock, bike, and what?”
“Thigh, baby. On my lap. You’re going to rub that perfect cunt all over my leathers until you get yourself off. And do you know what the best part is?”
“Hold on to the handles, on your stomach, legs on mine,” he commands. I do as he says as best I can, tightening every muscle to stay in position with my ass in the air and my stomach resting on the seat.
I search behind me. It’s even hotter seeing him still in his helmet as he has his way with me. His palms travel up my thighs. The anticipation is nearly killing me. I’m aching for him.
Turns out, the tongue bar shouldn’t be used for that long. Now my mouth is fucking killing me. “Stop laughing at me.” I pretend to pout. “I’m sorry, it’s just so funny. You injured your tongue going down on me. Like, I’ve never heard of that before in my life.”
“Crawl to me, baby. You said I’ve been a good boy. Now it’s only fair I get to hear you gagging on my cock.” There he is. My Jax.
“Choke me and call me your good boy.” Her eyes light up, and everything else fades away. I love what that does to her. The feeling of her having control over me is fucking electrifying. This has and only ever will be for my sweet Sofia.
“I don’t just want it. I’m down on my knees begging for it, baby.” I need this. I want to feel how much she loves me. Mark me as hers again. Bring me the fuck back to life.
She twirls around and perches on the edge of the mattress. Slowly and, oh, so fucking teasingly, parting her legs as she places her hands on her knees. “Damn, baby,” I groan. “You know what to do, Jax. Crawl to me and then you can fuck me as hard as you want.” I clench my jaw to suppress the moan that’s trying to break free. Holy shit.
“You’re safe now, Jax. We got through the storm and now we live.” Holding her tightly, I let her words resonate. We have been dragged through hell, and she has seen me at my worst. She took my broken pieces and put them back together. She loves me for who I am. I am home.
