Conley (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #8) - Frankie Love Page 0,17
hand deeper against me, and my knees fall open as I beg him for more. “Conley, yes, yes!” I cry out in relief as he breathes hot air over me, my clit on fire. I come against him, and my whole body is awake for the first time in so long I start crying.
“You okay, baby?” he asks, leaning over me, worry written in his eyes. This strong, rugged man is concerned for me and it melts my heart. How did I become so damn lucky?
“It’s happy tears, Troy.”
“Troy? Don’t think you’ve called me that before.”
I smile as I welcome his thick cock to the only place it belongs. Buried inside of me. “It doesn’t really fit for some reason. But I need a nickname for you.”
“Yeah?” he grins. “You can call me anything you like.”
“I can call you Daddy.” I moan as he begins to fill me up.
“Fuck, that’s hot. And damn, your cunt is so tight,” he growls as he enters me.
“So tight for you. My pussy needs your TLC, Daddy. Please.”
“I’ll give you everything you need, baby. Right here, right now.”
He moves against me, sucking my nipples, and kissing my neck, and making my skin so hot that I don’t ever want to leave this room. “Fuck, your cunt is perfect.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Make me come again, now.”
His lips meet mine and the kiss fills my heart up to the brim, overflowing, and those tears start falling again. I have held in so much, for so long, and now I have a man who wants to take some of the burdens I’ve been carrying. To ease my load, and that makes me feel precious in a way I’ve never felt before.
We move in unison, my heart beating against his heart, and his cock filling me up in a way that makes me feel complete. “I’m gonna come, baby,” he tells me, cupping my cheek with his hand. My back is against the worn wood floor, but he cradles me, and I feel so beautiful, so loved.
When his seed enters me, I gasp, the power and pleasure so immediate, so deep. “Oh God,” I moan, coming again, taking all he has to give. I can’t hold back my cries, and he doesn’t ask me to. Conley looks down at me with eyes that are both tender and filled with heat.
“I fucking love you, Cali,” he tells me again.
I wrap my arms around his neck, then ease him over, onto his back. I can’t leave this room until I’ve ridden my biker daddy the way my pussy craves.
“Damn, you look good on top of me.” He smacks my ass and I relish the sensation. I spin around, needing to get his cock nice and ready, and I offer him my ass. “Fuck, baby, that is heaven.”
I sit on his face, my pussy dripping and swollen, ready for anything he can give me. Everything. I want it all. He does too. As I begin stroking his shaft, it hardens under my touch and I open my mouth, greedy to suck his steel rod again. This time it is so much better because his mouth is grinding against my pussy as I take him fully.
I’m coming for him as he licks me, and he buries his mouth against my hole, licking and flicking and making me moan. It’s next-level heat as he fingers me now, and I lift my ass ever so slightly, giving him more access to my cunt.
He wants all of me, fingering me deep, hard, as I bob my head up and down, taking his meaty cock the way he deserves. He is my Daddy. My man, and I want his come to drip over every inch of my skin. Head to toe, I want to be covered in him.
“Make me come harder,” I moan as he fingers me.
He does as I ask, moving me to my knees, and his thick, hard cock enters my pussy from behind. He is so thick, so large that when he pushes inside of me, I gasp, gripping my palms against the hardwood, wanting this moment to last all day. All night. Forever.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunts as he pounds into me. It feels so good, his balls hitting my pussy as he takes me the way I crave — entirely.
“Come inside me,” I beg. “Please, Daddy!”
He does. He comes so hard, so fast that I shake, my knees giving out, and he lifts me up, his cock hard and dripping with