Page 17 of Ruthless Obsession (Royal Bastards MC Chicago, IL Chapter)

She tosses a hand in the air. “It’s not like I knew he was training me to suck dick professionally.”

We both laugh.

“You’re right. I have to get out of my head. It’s just that asshole is such a piece of shit and needs to be put down.”

She cups my bearded jaw. “We’ll put him down.”

I take her empty glass from her and place it on the nightstand.

“Yeah, we will.”

Her eyes return to the TV. I gulp down the rest of my whiskey and sit my glass on the nightstand too.

“Why did you become a biker?” she asks.

My father was drawn to the life. He belonged to a club when I was younger. He’d take me out on his bike. I love the rumble of the bike and there’s something about being on the open road.” I stare off into the distance.

“After my parents were killed when I was sixteen all I wanted to do was avenge their death. While my cousin was in college he met Jameson the Prez of the national chapter. I became a Royal Bastard while I was in college. I was so hell bent on going after the killers I’d become an expert marksman.

My cousin Jackson, Phantom, the Prez of our MC, gave me the role of enforcer. ”

“How did your parents die?”

“They were locked inside the Hell Squad MC. They were burned alive with the rest of the MC. Only two members weren’t there.

They claimed they were making a deal across town and if they weren’t they would’ve died with them.

Their story didn’t sit right with me, so I dug.

Psycho attended college with me. Such a computer nerd.

He often hung with me at the clubhouse. He was soon patched in.

Because of him we were able to prove the Prez and VP put a hit out on his MC.

All because my father was rich and the rest of the MC respected him.

They wanted him to be the Prez. So, Arthor and Felix took them out. ”

She grips my hand. “I’m so sorry.”

“Me too.I’m happy I was able to peel their flesh from their bones.”

“Good.” A sinister smile turns up her cute lips.

“After my brother Antoine stabbed and pulled that asshole off of me Antoine said he’d take care of it.

I told him no. We will. I stabbed the asshole three more times.

Just to make sure he was dead. After we got rid of him.

I felt a weight lifted off me. But when I couldn’t see my brother anymore, I was heartbroken.

My big brother was my world. I miss him so much. ” Tears slip down her cheeks.

I pull her close. “We’re going to make that situation right so you two won’t have to worry about anyone ever asking questions again.”

Her big brown eyes soften. “You’d do that for me?”

“Just because I’m a biker doesn’t make me a tool.”

She snorts, pushing me away. “Seriously, captor?”

“Yeah. And I won’t apologize for taking what I want. The most beautiful, feisty woman I ever met.” I nip her lower lip.

“I may not hate all bikers anymore… because of you,” Sophie whispers, biting my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

I run my tongue across the sting, tasting the copper.

“You’re such a bad girl.”

I slip my hand down her belly into her slippery folds. “Damn, you’re wet… you’ve been like this all day?”

“All damn day,” she moans, her lip caught between her teeth. “Ever since this morning. The way you—God—I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve never experienced so many orgasms back-to-back,” Sophie admits.

I flash a devilish smirk. “So many more to come,” I say, hovering over her, yanking her under me.

“If you love my tongue, wait till you ride my dick.” I waggle my brows.

Sophie chuckles. I slip lower until I stare at her pretty wet pussy. “Drenched for me,” I mutter, in aww of what is all fucking mine.

“Good, I need you soaked to take my dick.”

I suck her sensitive bundle of nerves into my mouth.

She buries her fingers in my gold strands as her hips rotate so she can give it to me the way she wants. “Yes, Mavis. I’m-I’m ready.”

That’s just what I want to hear, that my woman is ready to take this dick.

The sound of me slurping and sucking her pussy hums beneath the volume of the TV.

I slide my tongue from her puckered hole to her clit again and again. I watch as pleasure engulfs her face and her lips part as she comes alive right before my eyes.

“God, you’re so good at eating my pussy,” she mutters.

“I think I’m addicted,” she admits.

I grin before sucking her labia then flicking my tongue on her clit. Her orgasm crashes over her body. Sophie arches her back and comes on my tongue.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she yells.

“Fuck, baby, I love watching you come. You taste so fucking good. I won’t ever get enough of tasting this pussy.”

The pain killers I took when I got home mixed with the whiskey enhances this mind-blowing moment.

I lean over her again. This time like a hungry lion ready to devour my woman. I push her legs wide and slap her pussy with the head of my cock.

She moans. “That feels good.”

I never saw this side of Sophie. The intoxicated, horny woman.

Taking her lips, I press the head of my thick cock against her entrance.

Her eyes go wide as her hands roam my back. “Mavis, you’ll have to put on a condom.”

“What? No. We’re clean. That was the point of the tests.”

She pulls her lower lip into her mouth. “When you locked me up for those four days I couldn’t take my birth control pills.”

My teeth clamp down on the side of her neck. “You don’t need them anymore,” I mutter.

“Mavis, that sounds crazy. You don’t want a baby. So wear one.”

I push into her and she tenses. “Relax, Sophie.”

My lips suck on hers again as I push in another inch.”

“Mavis, I can’t. It hurts. And your ignoring what I said,” she pants.

Her tight pussy squeezes the shit out of my dick. “When I said you’re mine I meant that shit. If you get pregnant with my baby you’ll make me a happy man. So I’m going to fill your womb with my seed and hope that soon you’ll be barefoot and pregnant with our child.”

Her eyes widen at my truth as I ram into her with one swift thrust. Sophie fingernails dig into my shoulders as she screams at the top of her lungs.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” I shout fully seated inside her.

Her panicked gaze holds mine.

“I got you sweetheart. I promise it will feel good,” I say as I pick up my pace and rock back and forth inside her tight ass pussy.

Sophie’s face relaxes as she enjoys the ride. Her head falls back on the pillows as her body arches. “Fuck, Mavis. It feels so good.”

Now it’s time I teach my woman what I like and learn what she likes too.

I flip her on all fours. “It’s time you throw that pussy back on my dick.” My fingers fist her hair, and I tug her back as I plunge into her. I quicken my pace. The faster I thrust the louder our skin sounds slapping together.

“Yeah, this good pussy is all mine.” I bring my free hand down on her ass cheek.

The whack hangs in the air.

“Ah, fuck,” she cries out.

Releasing her hair, I grab her titts and pound into her deeper. My balls slaps her pussy.

“Oh, shit, Mavis,” I’m coming,” she yells as her head drops back, and her body convulses.

Sophie squirts all over my dick and the sheets.

Pulling out briefly, I lay on my back and pull her on top of me. “Ride me.”

She straddles me and sinks down on my cock.

I grip her hips slamming her pussy up and down my dick.

“Mavis,” she purrs.

I sit up and suck each of her pebbled nipples while I watch her body bounce up and down. Her arms rest loosely on my shoulders.

I'm not the kind of man who craves skin-to-skin contact—never have been. But from the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew I wanted that with her.

“Mavis, I’m coming,” she breathes.