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He carefully wraps his arms around me and rolls us until I’m on the bottom.
“Start slow and then you can go as fast as you like, okay?”
“Of fucking course it’s okay. Everything after licking your beautiful pussy is just the icing on the cake, a bonus pleasure.”
“I really am falling in love with you, Ven.”
“Good,” he says as he pulls almost all the way out and begins pressing back inside me. “I decided long ago that if you’ll have me, I want to make you mine. You’re perfect for me.”
“Great. We’ll work out the details later.” Pulling my knees up to my chin, I tell him, “Right now, I need you to move.”
“Yes ma’am,” he responds with amusement. “My woman will always get exactly what she wants when it comes to cock riding.”
When he pulls out this time, he pushes back in a little more forcefully. It feels so amazing that I chant for him to do it again and again. I can feel his thick cock slide over my g-spot and when his thumb comes out to gently rub against my clit, I have to work hard to fight off another orgasm. He’s hitting so deep with this position that I can’t think of anything else apart from how amazing this feels.
Ven is an extremely talented lover. He gets everything right, from the speed, to the thrust and even the extras like giving me a little double thrust before pulling out at random intervals. When he picks up speed, pure pleasure courses through my body. He holds one leg close to his body and uses that hold to jerk me against him when he makes contact with my body. Everything about this experience is amazing. I can’t help but orgasm again and again. I lose count at three on top of the ones he gave me during oral.
The last time I come so hard that I feel like I’m literally choking his cock. He moans and continues to fuck me throughthe entire thing. After my orgasm slows, I’m vaguely aware that Ven is thrusting into me hard and fast. This is the no frills version of sex where Ven is chasing his own orgasm. When he finally stills, and shoots his load deep inside me, I realize we didn’t use a condom. That probably wasn’t the wisest of ideas, especially considering his past with numerous club girls, but right now I’m too blissed out to worry.
Everything about Ven feels like love and family, home and hearth. I fall asleep with images of what could be between us if we are brave enough to see where this relationship leads. I know deep down in my heart that Ven is the one for me. I can’t imagine myself with any other man.
Chapter 13
Ven
Iclimb out of bed once Amy is fast asleep. It may be morning, but even after being up all night I still have what it takes to wear her pretty ass out between the sheets. Amy is that mixture of sweet and sexy but with a strong personality. I want to stay there all day with her, but I have business to deal with. I didn’t tell her that we’ve discovered her mom is definitely being held at the farm, me and my club brothers have to decide how best to handle the rescue mission, and I don’t want Amy getting her hopes up until we’ve got a solid plan in place. Hopefully, there’ll be no need for us to go in with all guns blazing, and the old bastard will hand her over in exchange for his son.
I slide out of bed and get dressed, knowing full well that Edmund is in our lockup in the basement. When I leave my room, I make sure the door is locked, Amy can get out, but no one can enter without a key. Not that anyone associated with my club would do something like that, but I’m not taking any chances.
I head downstairs to the basement and open the large metal door. The area we use as a small jail is soundproofed so we need not fear things getting too loud, though truth be told, the thought of Edmund’s squeals disturbing any of my club brothers drinking at the bar is the least of my problems.
Evan comes to his feet when I enter the hallway. “Didn’t you check your messages? Siege and my dad want to talk to you in Siege’s office.”
My hand goes to my pocket, and I pull my phone out as I mumble, “No I’ve been busy.”
“Yeah, we all heard,” he says with a smirk.
Glancing up from reading the message from Siege, I tell Evan sharply, “Maybe it’s time to keep your ears shut, prospect, and focus on guarding our prisoner” I feel a bit shitty reprimanding him, he’s a prospect and they need to show respect, but as he’s also Rigs’ son, we tend to let him get away with stuff.
Evan shrugs, “Sorry Ven, I was just kidding. When I took over from Crow, he said you’d gone upstairs with Amy, it doesn’t take a genius to know why.”
“How’s the prisoner been?” I ask.
“Whining and talking shit about how his father is gonna storm the clubhouse,” Evan says.
“Sounds about right. I’m off to see what Siege wants, if shit-for-brains gives you any trouble, then get one of the brothers to give him a beat down.”
Evan nods and sits back down on the wooden chair. He’s got a sketch pad with him, and I can’t help but notice the designs, “Looking good.”
“Thanks, man,” he says with a smile. “Vapor says he’s gonna put some of my designs in the flash book at the shop. I want to learn to tattoo, but they won’t let me loose on a person until I’m eighteen, so I’m stuck tattooing pork belly until then. It sucks.”
I try and remember back to how I was when I was Evan’s age. Not anywhere near as sensible, that’s for sure. He’s got an old head on a young body, I guess it’s because before Rigsand Mattie found him, he’d been having to support himself and his grandmother. It might seem like the club officers are being sticklers for the rules with him, but his mom and dad want him to enjoy what’s left of his childhood without having adult responsibilities.
I hotfoot it upstairs and knock on Siege’s door. When he tells me to come in, I step into the room and the first thing I see is Dan sitting in a chair in front of Siege’s desk, surrounded on either side by the other club officers. He looks super anxious and his head snaps around to look at me as I walk up. He practically jumps out of his chair when I approach. “I didn’t do it,” he stammers.
I wave him back down. “Yeah, we know you’re just an accessory after the fact. Sit back down.”
He hesitates for a second then does as he’s told. I jerk my chin at Siege and my club brothers and say, “Hope you all got a couple of hours of shut eye.”