Conley (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #8) - Frankie Love Page 0,12
closer to me.
I cross my arms. “You wanna tell me why you have a stash of guns in the trunk of your car?”
Her eyes fill with tears. “You don’t understand.”
“Try me.”
She stands before me, tears falling down her face, and fuck, all I want to do is pull her into my arms and kiss those tears away. I want to push that dress up past her thighs and give her my big, thick cock, the one she didn’t get to enjoy last night. I want to fuck her until she’s dizzy, until she has forgotten why she is crying in the first place. I want to make her mine.
But first I want the truth.
I step closer, forcing her to step back. She is pinned against the desk, and I swipe everything off of the surface, lifting her hips and setting her on it.
“The truth, Calico. Now.”
She gasps, panting as I stand inches from her. My cock hard, and I know she sees it. Wants it. She licks her lips.
Lifting her chin, I see that it trembles. “You won’t look at me the same way once I tell you.”
“Try me,” I say, hooking my finger to her chin, wanting to lean down and kiss her hard, so damn bad. Wanting her back on this desk, legs spread. Mine.
Her nipples are hard as she looks up at me, her knees open as I stand between them. An aggressive stance, maybe, but I know she wants me to stay put.
“I wish we could go back to last night,” she says, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I shouldn’t have run.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” I growl. “You should have stayed. With me.”
“What would have happened if I had stayed?” she asks, pressing her hands to my chest.
My cock groans with want, so fucking hard for her, and I clench my jaw. “I’d have made you scream my name, Cali. I would have had you begging for more.”
“Can I beg now?”
“This conversation is not over,” I tell her, my voice firm, the edge tight.
“I know.” She closes her eyes. “But I’m so wet for you, Conley. I want you so bad. You asked River how he slept but you never asked me.”
“And how did you sleep, Calico?”
“Terribly. I was so worked up… and couldn’t stop thinking about you…”
“What exactly?”
“Your cock,” she admits. She runs her hands through her hair. “I never even saw it.”
“You shouldn’t have run away,” I say, easing her jean jacket off, tossing it away. I pull down the straps of her sundress, releasing her big round tits — fucking turned on by the fact she isn’t wearing a bra. “Fuck, your tits look good.”
I massage them, teasing her nipples as she unbuckles my belt. And she shoves down my jeans. Fuck, I’m so damn hard for her.
She gets up, off the desk, then drops to her knees, pushing me back to sit. “Can I touch you?” she asks, blinking slowly.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan as she begins to stroke my length. “Fuck yes.”
“I’ve never done this,” she tells me.
“You can’t mess it up,” I promise.
She begins to stroke my cock nice and slow, then opens her sweet pink lips and begins to suck me off, pumping my shaft as she does. My length is so rigid, and as she suctions her lips around me, I run my hands through her shiny hair.
“Fuck, that feels good.” My heart pounds as she sucks me, twirling her tongue over my tip, running her fingers over my balls, playing with them like they are her toys. They can be whatever the fuck she likes — as long as she doesn’t stop this.
She sucks harder, bobbing her mouth up and down, looking so fucking sexy as she does it. Her tits so juicy and round, exposed, and I ache to run my fingers over her wet slit. I close my eyes, imagining how slick and creamy she must be right now.
She moans as she sucks me off, and I see the pleasure in her eyes.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” I tell her. She pumps harder as she licks my balls, her tits bouncing as she sucks me off like I’m a goddamn king.
When I come, it’s hard, my come filling her mouth, sliding down her throat. I watch as she swallows my seed, as she pulls my cock from her mouth, pumping me still. My come shooting over her tits like it’s the most holy thing in the world. We’re panting, fucking turned on and ravaged with desire.
“That’s so