Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Bear,” she moaned softly, her voice breaking through the thick air of arousal filling the room. “Don’t stop… please.”
Her plea was all the permission my primal side needed. I started moving with a hard, driving rhythm.
“Greedy little pussy suckin’ me inside,” I growled. “Gonna fuck you till you come, then gonna put my cum inside that same greedy little pussy.”
“Oh God! Bear!” Liv’s eyes were shut tightly as she cried out, arching her neck backward again. I latched on to her neck, continuing to fuck her hard and fast.
“Come for me, baby,” I growled at her ear. “Come on my fuckin’ cock and milk my cum from me.”
She did. With a ragged scream, Liv exploded around me. Her pussy spasmed around me, squeezing until there was no holding back.
With a brutal yell of my own, I emptied myself deep inside her, growling in satisfaction as I did.
Her body shuddered beneath me from the waves of pleasure rolling through her. I collapsed fully on top of her as both of us gasped for breath. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a testament to the raw, unbridled passion we had just unleashed.
Liv’s fingers danced lightly across my back, tracing the scars and tattoos that marked my skin. Her touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if she could heal all the old wounds that lingered beneath the surface.
“You okay?” I murmured, lifting myself up to look into her eyes. They were still filled with heat, but there was a softness there too -- a vulnerability. Like she’d shown me her soft underbelly and was afraid I’d slash her to ribbons.
“Yes.”
“You know I’ll never hurt you, right? You’re mine and I’m yours.”
“Do you promise? I mean, I know some clubs don’t think fidelity is a thing, but I can’t… I can’t share you.” She genuinely distressed. I had to smile.
“Honey, no way in hell you’re sharing me. Just like there’s no way in hell I’d share you. It’s you and me.” I kissed her lips gently, coaxing her to kiss me back.
I brushed a strand of platinum hair from her face, watching her in the aftermath of our passion. “That what you needed, baby?” I asked, my voice rough with residual desire.
Liv’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled -- a genuine, soul-deep smile that did something to my heart, knowing I was the one to put that look on her lovely face.
“Yeah, exactly what I needed,” she whispered, her voice husky from her screams of pleasure. Her fingers traced a pattern on my chest, light and ticklish, making me grin like a fool under her touch.
I rolled off her, pulling her close into my side, feeling the need to hold her tight against me. The bed creaked under our combined weight, a reminder of the reality of everything between us. Liv snuggled closer, resting her head on my chest. The sound of her steady breathing mixed with the distant hum of life outside our room.
The club party was in full swing. Music blared, though muffled by the walls and distance. It was both annoying and filled me with joy.
“What is it?” She leaned up on one elbow, touching the corners of my lips. “You’re smiling.”
“That a crime?” I tried to give her a mock growl, but spoiled it by not being able to wipe the grin off my face.
“Not at all.” Her smile was contented, and I hoped I could keep that look on her face. “Just wondering what you’re thinking.”
“That my woman and my club are all coming together. The two most important things in my life and I have them right here. Safe. With me.”
Liv’s eyes softened, reflecting the dim light that filtered through the curtains, giving her an ethereal glow. “That means everything to me, Bear. You mean everything.”
I pulled her closer, burying my face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo mixed with the smell of sex. “You’re safe here, Liv. With me, with the club. We’re your family now.”
Her voice was tender, barely above a whisper. “I never had much of a family, Bear. But being here with you, with all of them… it feels right. Even no longer than I’ve been here.”
The statement hit me harder than any punch I’d ever taken. This fierce, beautiful woman had found her place in the chaos of our world, and it was by my side. I felt a surge of protectiveness, mixed with a profound gratitude.
“Do you know what’s going to happen to my father?”
“No. But given what he’s done, I’m sure Rocket and Lemon won’t let him get off scot-free. That will take them some time to work out, though.” Then a thought struck me. “That bother you?”
“What? No! Of course not! He’s the one who let me get put in this situation to begin with. Though, given how things turned out -- with you and the club and the feeling that I finally have a real home -- maybe I owe him a debt of gratitude.”