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it physically hurts, but I don’t care. I need it. I crave his touch, no matter what all of this may entail in the end. With the decision made up in my mind already, my orgasm takes over. Pleasure fires through my veins, moans escape through our passion filled embrace.
The sexy, enticing biker clutches onto me intensely, to the point that there’ll be bruises peppering my flesh tomorrow. The knowledge that he’s marking me up so zealously has me thrusting my pelvis forward to meet his. I bite down on his lower lip savagely, moaning as my peak builds to the max, making me feel delirious.
My intense orgasm drives him to his bursting point. Hot seed shoots from his pulsing length into my pussy, causing mini palpitations to continuously tremble throughout my core. “Ripper!” I scream at the crescendo, both of our orgasms plummeting through us at the same time.
“Fuck!” he growls in response. His rock-hard cock continues to throb, repeatedly filling my core with every drop his heavy sack has to offer. My pussy overfills to the point his thick, creamy cum leaks down my thighs.
“So, so, so good,” I pant, dizzily meeting his gaze.
His hazel irises are stormy, filled with unspoken emotions. I know mine are reflecting back the same way…not that I mind. He told me to fall harder. He can’t blame me for listening. “I wanna keep you,” he declares stubbornly. “This here showed anyone who may’ve doubted my word, that I mean it. I’d be honored if you’d wear my patch, Gem.”
“What does that even mean?” I ask quietly, still lost in the feelings from some of the most intense sex I’ve ever had before. This guy has no idea what he does to me physically and emotionally.
He carefully draws back, jerking my skirt in place to cover my cum soaked thighs. He moves to fix my blouse for me also, before he goes to tuck his cock back inside his jeans. “Exactly what you think…what I said while we were fucking.”
“You don’t think it’s too soon?” I can hear the guys yelling in the background, but this conversation is far too important to break eye contact and allow them to interrupt us.
He shrugs. “I’m going by what I feel, not by what I think. My heart and my gut tell me you’re it for me. I’m not trying to scare you, but I want you to know that this is absolutely real to me. After hearing you tell the guys you weren’t sure what I wanted, it’s pretty fucking imperative that I make myself clear with my intentions.”
Biting my inner cheek, I think over what he’s saying. No matter how unconventional I’d have thought it to be in the past, this is what I want now. The only problem standing in my way right now is my father. I can’t see him accepting Ripper and me as a couple or in any scenario that has us ending up together. Although I was shocked with him allowing me to remain back with Ripper a while longer. I know it doesn’t mean it’s a permanent thing, when it comes to my father’s compliancy though.
“My heart is telling me it wants you too.”
“Then what’s the issue? I can see it in your eyes…there’s something bothering you.” He takes a step backward but reaches for my hand. He’s always touching me. That’s another thing I like. He never makes me feel like I’m putting him out, but that he wants me close by his side.
“You’ve met my father, Ripper…he’s not exactly fond of his daughters having much freedom.”
“Mm,” he grunts, pulling me away from the wall. He turns around, dropping my hand to tuck me under his arm. He takes his time with me, striding back to the table with the others. Before we reach them, he says, “You let me worry about the senator, yeah? You just concentrate on relaxing and getting used to the club. If I have any say in how this turns out, this’ll be one of your homes. The other will be alone with me, when we’re ready for it.”
I shoot him a soft look, my lips tilting up. Like I said before, this bastard has his moments. I’ll do as he asks, and if my father doesn’t eventually concede, I have a feeling that I’ll be the next one running away from him.
Chapter 14
You are either on my side,
by my side, or in my fucking way.
Choose wisely.
- Our Mindful Life
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