Kings of Anarchy MC Ohio
Scythe takes my hand and leads me into the hall.
He closes her door, and we enter his room, which really is more of an apartment than a bedroom.
There’s a kitchenette, table and chairs, a living room, and a master bedroom with a bathroom.
It’s clean and tidy. I can tell he doesn’t stay here often. It doesn’t feel lived in.
He turns toward me, a soft smile that transforms his features, and he’s almost too handsome to stare at. “Fuck, Lottie. It’s so damn sexy that you love my daughter.”
I do. I’ve fallen for the biker, but I love his daughter. She’s special and wonderful.
He’s shrugging out of his cut and ripping off his shirt before I can reply, draping them both over the nearest chair. “Come here.”
I’m almost tongue-tied as I obey, trying not to stare at all the ink covering his upper body. My fingers lift to brush over his skin as he sucks in a breath of air. “Go ahead. Touch me.”
I explore his tattoos, especially the skull with wings on his chest, and let my fingertips trace a pathway down his chiseled stomach, roaming the two V-shaped grooves on his lower abdomen. When I reach for his belt, he stops me.
“I want you to strip for me. Right here.”
I’m wearing a skirt, blouse, and a sweater, so it takes a second to remove the layers. When I unzip the skirt, and it falls to the floor, Scythe groans.
“Fuck, baby. You have any idea how gorgeous you are?”
I smile as I leave on my heels, reaching behind me to unhook my bra. It falls to the floor with a whisper. My nipples immediately harden in the cool room and under Scythe’s intense gaze. Propping my hand on my hip, I smirk. “Gonna help me with the rest?”
“Christ. I’m torn between stuffing my cock in your pretty mouth or diving between your thighs. I want to taste you so fucking bad, baby.”
“Oh?” I slide my hand inside my panties and slip a finger between my folds. “Wanna see if I’m wet?”
That’s all it takes before his control snaps. Scythe growls before he hauls me up over his shoulder and slaps my ass. “That’s for teasing me.” He strides into his room and drops me on the bed.
I bounce with a giggle.
“Wicked girl. I need to see your pretty little cunt.”
“Oh, such dirty words.”
“What? You want more or less?” There’s a twinkle in his eye, and I can tell he’s turned on, but he’s also happy.
I make him happy. Me. The girl who lost herself after she was attacked. The woman who moved across the U.S. to escape pain and trauma.
While I know there’s a killer out there who wants to hurt us, I also understand it’s nothing in the grand scheme of things because it won’t tear us apart or taint what we’re building together.
And maybe we’re more lust than love right now, and that’s okay too.
It’s the foundation that’s important. And I truly believe we’re forming one that will endure.
Is this happening fast? Sure. Some people will probably say love at first sight doesn’t exist, and you can’t know someone well enough with such a small amount of time. But when you meet the right person, you know. I can’t explain it, I just know it’s true.
“I just want you,” I admit. “Any way I can have you.”
He pauses as he yanks off his belt. There’s a tenderness in his gaze that I’ve never seen unless he’s looking at Mila. “I’m all yours, Lottie. You get what I’m sayin’?”
“I think so.”
“I’m claiming you, marking you, and making you mine. If you’re still not sure what that means, I’m fucking you, baby, and then I’m putting my property patch on you, so everyone knows you’re mine.”
It’s so caveman. I like it, though, knowing I belong to someone who wants me and sees my value. “Then you should show me your cock so I can decide.”
He smirks. “I waited because once you see my dick, it’s gonna be over.”
He’s so damn cocky. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
“Well, darlin’, that’s the point.”
He takes his time popping the button on his jeans and lowering the zipper. I can see the bulge, so I know he’s got some size to him. What I don’t expect is the girth and length.
Scythe drops his jeans and underwear and grins. He turns sideways and flexes. OMG, he’s incorrigible. The smug look on his face is ridiculous.
But he’s not wrong. I lick my lips and stare until I’m squirming on the bed. “Wow.” I wink at him. “I think I can see it.”
He’s growling as I laugh, pouncing on me as I lean back and open my legs wide. He settles between my thighs and brushes the hair out of my face. “Woman, you’re asking for it.”
“By it, do you mean your cock? I feel like I’m waiting forever.”
He drops a kiss on my lips. “Worried I won’t live up to the hype?”
“Maybe.”
“Oh, you’re in trouble now.” He scoots down the bed and hikes up my knees. He’s ripping off my panties and tossing them aside, groaning as he stares at me. “You’re glistening.” Before I can ask what he’s doing, his mouth is on my core, his tongue hot and spearing inside me.
“Oh!” I gasp.
“Yeah,” he pauses. “I’m gonna eat this pussy and fuck you good, baby.”
I’m riding a high I don’t think I’ve ever experienced as he uses his fingers and mouth to coax the pleasure from my body. He’s not giving too much attention to my clit, and I tell him.
“That’s because you’re coming on my cock, baby.”
Just when I think I’m going to topple over the edge and it’s too much, he lifts his head and grins. His hand wraps around his impressive length as he begins to stroke.
“You ready for me?”
I think so. He’s the biggest guy I’ve ever been with, but I’m turned on and wet, thanks to him. I nod.
Slowly, he lines up and begins to pump his hips, pushing the tip of his cock inside me. I feel full already, and he’s barely inside me.
“Relax, baby. I’m gonna fit.”
And he does. Perfectly.
His body drapes mine once he’s buried deep, and he kisses me. Long, languid kisses that soon deepen with hunger. His hips snap back and then plunge, stroking in and out as I cling to him. It’s the most delicious torture.
It doesn’t take long before I’m rising off the bed, matching his thrusts. We’re both moaning. Faster and harder, he’s keeping his promise and fucking me into the mattress, owning me with every snap of his hips.
My orgasm hits out of nowhere. I cry out as he covers my mouth with his, kissing me as I pant against his lips. I’m shaking when it’s over, eyes wide because I don’t think I’ve ever come without having to stimulate my clit for a long period of time.
“Fuck. You’re so wet, baby. So fucking tight too.”
He shudders, pumps a few more times, and then he’s filling me, rutting hard as he empties his cock. His warm breath is at my ear as he whispers into it.
“You’re mine, Lottie.”
I feel like he wants to say more, and that elusive L word is trying to pop up, but neither of us wants the first time we say it to be because we’re having sex.
It’ll happen when it’s right. I don’t need to hear it to know he cares about me.
Scythe pulls out and rolls over, reaching for me. I drape over him, one leg settling between his thighs as he strokes my back. “I know we didn’t discuss this yet, and we probably should have, but I’m clean. I usually use a condom, but not with you, Lottie. I need to feel you bare.”
“And pregnancy?”
“Are you on the pill?”
“Yes. To regulate my periods.”
“Then we should be good.”
“But if something happens?” I persist.
“Baby, I want you. All of you. If that means more kids, okay. I love Mila and being a father. I’m not opposed to having more. Is that what you want to know?”
“Yes.”
“And you?”
“I want kids when I’m ready,” I confirm. “But I’m happy to have Mila for now.”
“I don’t think you can get any more perfect, Lottie. I need your lips.”
I lift my head and kiss him, which only leads to round two. And three. We don’t sleep much.
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