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CHAPTER TWENTY

MADALYN

Sitting on Kohen’s lap, his hard dick at the apex of my thighs, my body heats up from his simple touch.

It makes me feel beautiful being like this, with him. It makes me forget my past experiences and want to move forward. His presence wraps me in a cocoon that is making everything else fade away.

The air around us is charged with the promise of a damn good night, each touch a silent promise that he will fill me with desire all night long.

“Then make it spin,” I whisper to his statement of fucking me fast and no doubt hard.

“Bedroom,” he growls, climbing to his feet with me in his arms.

“Put me down, you ape, I am too heavy to carry.” I get a slapped ass for my comment and a bone deep growl.

“I hear you say that shit about yourself again and I will put you over my knee,” he grunted.

“Oh,” is all I can manage to say after his admission.

I have never been spanked before, but I have read it in books and it always sounded sexy.

Clearly I am vanilla when it comes to sex, but maybe Kohen can teach me things that he likes, and I bet they are dirty.

I scoff.

Of course they’re dirty; he is a biker and they like hard dirty sex, from what I have read.

“What are you scoffing for, baby? I plan on spanking that delicious ass very soon.” His hand grips my ass cheek, flexing his fingers and digging into my skin and it makes me hot all over.

I do not answer him, just grip onto his trim waist, and look at his delicious ass encased in the dark denim he is wearing. We reach my bedroom, and I am dropped onto the bed gently while he follows me down.

His eyes are dark, filled with desire for me.

His body looms over me like a predator catching his prey and hell, I am happy to be caught by this man.

“Why did you scoff, baby?” His voice is low, deeper, and I shiver, causing the corner of his lips to tilt up.

I sigh knowing that I might as well tell him my thoughts.

“You are a biker so obviously you like dirty sex. You are probably used to it hard and dirty. I am used to having it his way and most of the time not finishing.” My eyes widen as the words vomit out of my mouth.

“First, we will not talk about you with other men, because frankly is makes me fucking murderous that no fucker fucked you dirty or made you come. Second, baby, I will take you any way you like, hard, fast and dirty, or soft, slow and sweet.”

I smile up at him, his words sending a wave of pleasure through my body from the tips of my hair to my toes.

“Then fuck me, Kohen. Make me spin.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He grins.

He reaches down and pulls my loose shirt over my head, leaving me in a comfortable sports bra.

“Damn, I love these.” He removes my bra and I am naked from the waist up.

Sex has never been this enjoyable and he has only touched my chest. I want to learn what he likes so I can make him feel as good as he makes me feel.

Reaching for his black T-shirt, I pull it up his body and he helps me remove it complete, then he reaches for my shorts and panties, removing them from my body in one swift move.

My hands go to his chest, slowly gliding over his hard body.

Feeling the ridges of his chest and abs, his body vibrates from my touch, stroking my ego.

Reaching the belt buckle he wears, I unclip it, popping the buttons on his jeans, then pushing them down.

He helps me remove them, leaving him naked in all his biker glory, ready for me to enjoy.

Kohen slips his fingers into the waistband of my shorts inching then down my legs, growling at the sight of me which again ignites my body.

“Fucking beautiful, Madalyn. Fuck me, men would pay good money to fuck someone like you, but you are all mine, baby. No fucker gets to touch you anymore, this is my body to pleasure, to worship.”

His words send waves of desire through me. He knows what to say, making me hot and flushed for him. I love that he reads my body, knowing what I need before I do, my brain stuck in a fog of lust and arousal.

With a smile on his face, he slips between my legs, spreading me wide to accommodate his wide shoulders. His breath moves over my needy pussy when he blows gently, making me squirm for him.

“Such a pretty pussy, Mads.” He moves closer, his lips softly brushing against my clit, as he speaks more sweet words that sound so sexy.

“All this honey pot for me. Damn, girl, I can’t wait to sink inside of you, claiming you as mine.” He licks me from bottom to top, making me cry out his name. “Watch me devour you, baby. I will eat you so fucking good, that you will feel my tongue on you every day.”

“Oh, god,” I pant.

He chuckles against my body. “Not God, baby, just your Ol’ Man.”

My eyes flash open and I go up on my elbows to look down at him, to find him grinning like a fool between my legs.

“Ol’ Man?”

“Yeah, baby. I just said that I claimed you; you are my Ol’ Lady.” He winks, and before I can reply to him, he latches onto my clit, making me groan deep in my throat at the pleasure he is giving me.

My hips leave the bed, rocking up and down, riding his face. He must like it, considering the grunt and growls that are coming from him. His tongue action is never-ending and before I know it, I am coming on his face.

He lets out a deep growl, moving up my body, and sinking into me while my pussy still convulses.

“KOHEN,” I cry out as he fills me.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he snarls, looking down at me while his hips piston in and out of me.

My body shakes and jerks from his powerful thrusts as my orgasm rebuilds again. A flash of wetness hits my thighs making his eyes widen, and darken even more.

I lift my hips up, meeting his thrusts, as lightning bolts of charged energy follow between us.

“Fucking hell, that it hot. You just fucking squirted all over my cock and balls, baby. I am close; do you think you can come again? Make it happen.” Mischief mixed with determination floods his eyes right before I slip my hand between us.

Finding my clit, he smirks.

“Do it. Play with that sexy clit and come again, baby. Fuck, my girl likes it dirty.”

He grunts and I pant as he fucks me into the mattress with great pride on his face. My core tightens around him. Reaching for my breast he pinches my nipple, pulling a high-pitched sound from me, then I sigh when he leans down to lick it.

Why is this good? I feel some kind of high when he touches me while we have sex. It is nothing I have felt before.

“Oh, fuck, I am going to come,” he roared, his hips stilling as he comes, pulsing inside of me which sets off my orgasm.

We both breathe heavy, riding out the tsunami of lust. My body twitches as I come down from such a climax that I squirted, something I have never done before.

“Holy shit, that was the fucking best,” he pants, kissing my neck before falling to one side on the bed.

He pulls me to him, keeping his eyes closed. His chest is heaving, while he catches his breath. Mine is too but I guess he had more of a workout than me since I was just lying there, taking everything that he gave me.

Looking down his body, I let those thoughts wash over me.

Again, I just laid there in a missionary position while he did all the work.

I know I rode him the first time we had sex, but that was a quickie and we didn’t waste any time.

This time it was slower and I had a chance to change it up but I did nothing except take any pleasure he gave.

My heart starts beating faster for a different reason. Maybe this is why I can’t keep a man, and maybe Target will get bored of me, regret his claim. Maybe he did not claim me in front of the club so he can rescind his claim and we can both move on.

“Hey, what’s will all the thinking?”

“Nothing,” I say, keeping my face downward.

His finger touches under my chin, tilting my head up to face him. Concern is clear on his frowning brow.

“Baby, if you can think and shit, then clearly I didn’t fuck you hard enough.” He grins, but it drops from his face when I don’t smile.

“Talk to me, Mads.”

“Was it okay?” My voice is barely a whisper.

He mutters a ‘fuck’ then we are moving. I am on my side, mirroring his position. Tucking a leg between mine, my breath hitches from how sensitive I am down there when his thigh rubs against me.

“Mads, you were perfect. Your pussy was made for me, baby. Those fuckers who have had you before me were little boys who did not have a clue how to pleasure a woman. My balls want to explode the second I sink inside of you, babe.”

My fingers reach out, touching with hairs on his chest. It soothes me, which I find strange because I have never been with a man with chest hair before. He lets me think on his words, not saying anything, just holding me with his hand on my hip.

The other hand is underneath my neck, toying with my hair as we lay like this, naked, covered in sweat and other bodily fluids.

My gaze flicks to his now softening cock and I sigh seeing a condom wrapped around it. Shit, I was so lost in him I forgot to tell him to wear one. He sees what I am looking at and grins.

“You need to get on the pill, baby. I plan on having you bare real fucking soon.”

“I will see a doctor,” I rush out, making him smile wider, showing just how handsome he is.

He removes the condom, dropping it off to the side of the bed, before bringing his gaze back to mine.

Any woman would be lucky to have him, but the idea of any other woman touching him makes my stomach uneasy. Can I keep a man like Kohen?

Time will tell, I guess.

“Please don’t hurt me, Kohen,” I murmur.

The way he looks at me, I feel guilty for thinking he might.

I want to be all in with him, be something more than just a quick orgasm.

My heart races in my chest, as if it is begging me to take the leap, to trust him completely.

His eyes are filled with a warmth and sincerity that I have never seen before, making me believe that he wants this with me.

“Madalyn, baby, you are killing me here,” he groans, resting his forehead against mine, breathing me in.

"Kohen," I whisper, my voice trembling with vulnerability. "I want to be with you. My issues are just that— mine. They do not belong between us. I will sort it out.”

He grunts before he speaks. "I want that too, baby," he murmurs, his words like a soothing balm to my anxious heart.

"You have no idea how much I want that. As for the shit that you are dealing with, we do it together, okay? None of this ‘I am dealing with shit on my own.’ I claimed you, so your shit is my shit. Get me.”

I nod.

“Good, baby.” He kisses me and I forget everything that was in my head.

It is like he erases the bad things that are there and all I can think about is him.

Breaking the kiss, he smiles at me. “There is a party at the club. I want you to come and meet my brothers. They need to see that you are mine.” He kisses my neck and yet again, my body responds to his touch.

“Can I bring Darian?” I pant, my hand landing on his bicep, my fingers digging into his hard muscles.

“I would imagine she would be there with Forge, but you can bring her.”

His body slowly moves over mine, his dick hard and ready to go again. I widen the space between my legs to take him, his cock slipping through my pussy lips, spreading my juices all over his shaft.

“Why is that so hot?” I blurt out making him chuckle, which in turn makes his cock bounce against my clit. “Oh.”

“Everything we do together is hot, baby,” he admits, looking down at where we are touching. “You really need to get on the pill. I am fighting with everything I have not to slip into your bare, Mads.” His voice is tight.

“I will soon.” My heart hammers in my chest at the thought of feeling all of him.

Reaching for a condom, he slips it on once he gets the foil packet open and rolls it down his dick, then grins at me.

“Hands and knees, baby. I want to see that ass jiggle while I fuck you.” My mouth pops open at his words, making him laugh.

He flips me over like I weigh nothing, then he slams into me.

“Oh, fuck, Kohen.”

Even though I have not long ago orgasmed, my body needs to come again and his cock is making that feeling grow deep inside of me. My body is tight, yet loose, and hungry for more of him.

“Oh, fuck yeah, look at that,” he hisses, bringing a hand down on my left ass cheek, making me cry out from both pleasure and pain.

He spanks me three more times, evening out the number on each cheek.

“Best fucking ass around.” All embarrassment goes out the window about spankings; damn, this feels good. Who would have thought that I would like it?

“Harder, baby. Fuck me harder,” I scream.

“Fuck yeah,” he says, gripping my hips and powers into me over and over again, until I come, screaming his name.

He comes seconds after me, his hips slapping against my ass then he stills, his bruising grip on my hips never lessening as he fills the condom. His head lands on my back, his breath washing over my slick skin as he pants, slowing his breath.

“Fuck me, woman, you will be the death of me.”

I giggle, falling flat onto the bed while he rolls off me again, gently pulling me into his side. My leg goes over his, and my fingers trace through his chest hair again, making him chuckle.

“You like that, huh?”

I nod. “Oddly, yeah.”

He laughs again, then with one hand removes the condom.

“I am staying the night, you might want to text Aria so she is not freaked out if I see her in the morning.”

My heart skips a beat at his thoughtfulness of my baby sister.

Leaving the bed I send her a quick text, making sure to charge my phone in case she needs me, then I climb back into bed where Kohen is waiting for me with a smile on his face.

“Damn, I could get used to you walking into the bedroom, babe.”

That is the last thing I hear before sleep takes me while under the safety of Kohen’s hold.