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Silver watched as Layla went from jittery to completely grounded.

The president of the Charming Bastards MC’s little girl was all grown up.

She was nervous about becoming a sex toy for the members of the club, but the idea of becoming his sex toy had changed things drastically.

Ever since she turned thirteen, she had a body he wanted to explore.

It had been completely wrong at the time, but they were both grown up now. They could do grown-up things and not worry about it.

And he had a long list of grown up things he wanted to do with her.

“You want me to be your sex slave?”

His gaze didn’t waver from hers. “Yes.”

“And my dad would be okay with that?”

she asked skeptically.

“You’re the one that said he didn’t have to know.”

“But you said…”

“I said he wouldn’t approve of you becoming club property. This is my personal business. There is a huge difference.”

Silver reached out and brushed his knuckle along her cheek. “And I don’t share what’s mine.”

“And you’ll give me the money?”

“Yes. Right now if you want it.”

She glanced down. “For how long?”

“As long as I want.”

Her eyes met his.

He waited for her to say something, but she kept her mouth shut.

He saw the desperation.

Her apartment was empty except for the ugly gold couch that smelled musty.

He’d imagine that her bedroom didn’t fare much better.

She had nothing which only meant that she was giving up nothing in their exchange.

“Make your decision.

I don’t have all day for you to stand here and contemplate.”

“Okay.”

She turned toward the small hand-me-down table where she’d been going over her bills.

“I’ll do it.”

Silver let a smile slowly spread across his face.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash and tossed it to the table in front of her.

“If it’s not enough I’ll get you more.”

She stared at the money.

“Just like that?”

He didn’t say anything and she turned to face him.

Layla was a pretty woman.

She didn’t wear the four pounds of makeup like the other girls he fucked.

Her dark brown hair fell past her shoulders, barely meeting the tips of her breasts.

Silver reached out and brushed his finger around the tip of one breast, the tight nipple poking back against him.

His cock had pressed painfully against his pants from the time he heard her voice on the phone.

“Take off your clothes.”

He stepped back and took a seat on the lumpy couch.

Layla swiped her tongue along her bottom lip.

He had plenty of time to fuck her like his imagination wanted, but right now, he wanted a test run.

He wanted to see if she had what it took.

She sucked in a deep breath and let it out before lifting the hem of her shirt.

Silver’s attention zeroed in on the best tits he’d seen in a long time.

Her tight nipples were a few shades darker than her skin.

She undid her shorts next and taking another deep breath and letting it out, she shoved them over her hips.

The tiny garment slid down her shapely legs to the floor.

Silver smiled at the sight she’d revealed.

Even though she stood far enough away from him, the sight of her bare pussy was enough to make any man weep.

“Come here.”

He waved her over.

She slowly went toward him and he grabbed her arm, pulling her so that she stood directly in front of him.

Her sweet scent filled his nostrils as he took a deep breath.

He brushed the tips of her breasts with his fingers, her nipples hardening from his touch.

His touch drifted down her flat stomach, her soft skin mesmerizing to him.

Everything about her had him craving more.

He slipped his fingers between her thighs, feeling the smooth pussy he’d lusted after for a while.

A small groan left his lips as he pushed a finger inside her tight sheath, her pussy wrapping around him like hot silk.

“Do I live up to your satisfaction?”

He stopped, watching her.

He wanted to test her, to see if she’d hold true to her word.

A small part of him felt like a bastard for even thinking it, but that small part came and went.

Withdrawing his hand, he sat back.

“My cock isn’t going to suck itself.”

She blinked a few times.

Instead of saying anything, she grabbed a pillow from the couch that had seen better days and dropped it to the floor between his feet.

She knelt before him, reaching for his fly.

Lowering the zipper over his erection, she took her precious fucking time to reach in and pull him out.

Her small hands were soft as she gripped him, stroking him slightly before she lifted his cock out.

Thankfully, she didn’t seem to need much instruction or scolding as she lowered her head, lapping at the tip.

Silver was good at maintaining control.

He’d had numerous blowjobs in his thirty-three years of life, but the feel of Layla’s tongue, stroking his cock like he was her favorite dessert had to be the best.

He clutched her head as she took him into her warm mouth, sliding down as far as she could go.

This woman was nirvana.

Hot, wet nirvana.

He watched his fat cock stretch her lips while she worked him.

Silver tangled his fists in her long hair and pulled just enough to give her a bit of pain. She didn’t flinch. Her mouth worked him harder, her tongue teasing the underside of his cock as she withdrew.

His wet dream had come alive.

A woman that sucked him like a dream and liked a little pain with her pleasure.

Ah, fuck, he lost his control.

She tried licking him, but he took over, gripping the back of her head and thrusting into her mouth.

His cock bumped the back of her throat and she swallowed.

Silver groaned, the pleasure so intense he saw stars.

What the fuck?

He pushed her away almost immediately and lifted her chin to stare into her eyes.

“Where the hell did you learn how to suck cock like that?”

She snorted and stood. He watched her perfect ass walk away from him to get the water bottle on the table. After she drank some, she turned back to him. He waited, staring at her breasts, then her pussy.

“I think trade secrets weren’t part of our deal.”

She blinked a few times. “Are we done, or do you want something else?”

He licked his lips. “We’re done.”

She nodded and grabbed her clothes from the floor.

She pulled them on and turned back to the table, counting the money and determining what bills to pay with it.

He tucked himself into his pants and stood. She more or less dismissed him instead of the other way around.

“There will be time for that later.”

He walked toward her. “You need to pack your stuff. You’re staying with me.”

“I’m staying with you?”

She frowned. “Where? The clubhouse?”

“Go get your stuff.”

She pursed her lips but didn’t say anything. When she left, her hot ass peeked out from the hem of her soft blue shorts. Damn him to hell. What the fuck did he do?