Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,63
with a raised eyebrow. “Because I’m pretty sure you’re the one who’s going to pay for this little stunt, angel.”
Harlowe huffed and slammed her hands on her hips. “Stop getting me all hot and bothered while I’m trying to make a point!”
I grinned unrepentantly. Harlowe was always up for a ride, but when she was pregnant, I could barely keep her off my cock. “I’m pointing right at you, angel,” I rumbled slyly with a gesture in the general direction of my crotch.
“For the love of…” She threw her hands in the air, stomped over, and lifted the back of her shirt. “It was my turn to sneak off and get a tattoo!” She spun around, and my jaw practically hit the floor.
The top half of Harlowe’s back was outlined with the start of a tattoo. It was the same design as on the back of her Silver Saints vest. The MC logo and the words, “Property of Link.”
“Fuck,” I rasped. My dick was doing its best to rip through my jeans, and my pulse was pounding in my head while blood roared in my ears. “Shut. The. Door,” I gritted out through a clenched jaw.
Harlowe dropped her shirt and turned around, her expression filled with uncertainty. “You don’t like it?”
I shook my head, trying to clear away some of the thick fog of desire surrounding me. “Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen next to your pussy, angel,” I grunted. “I need to be inside you while I stare at my brand. Shut and lock the door and lose the clothes.”
Harlowe hurried to do as she’d been told, and I carefully stood, releasing a painful hiss. By the time she’d returned to me, in nothing but a tiny black thong, I’d freed my cock. I grabbed her around the waist and gave her a deep, hard kiss before spinning her around and bending her over the desk, so only her tits were flat against the top, protecting her belly. Then I stretched her arms up over her head. “Grab the edge and hold on.”
I ripped her panties away and gently touched the design on her back before I grasped her hips and slammed inside her.
“Link!” she cried out.
I immediately slapped a hand over her mouth. “Quiet, Harlowe. I don’t want to have to shoot a motherfucker for hearing what’s for my ears only.”
She moaned when I retreated, dragging my shaft along her walls, then I felt her lips press together. “Can you be quiet, angel?”
Harlowe nodded frantically, and I slowly removed my hand to put it back on the swell of her hips. Her inner muscles squeezed, and I lost my damn mind. I pounded into her with so much force the desk scraped along the floor. “So fucking hot, angel. Love seeing my brand on you, baby. Your pussy is soaked. Oh, fuck yeah.”
I glanced down at where we were joined, and just seeing my dick come out shiny with her juices caused a tingling to start at the base of my spine.
“Link,” she whispered through panting breaths. “I need to come.”
I was right there with her, so I slipped a hand around to rub her clit while I drove in even faster. “Come, angel.”
Harlowe threw her head back and bit her lip to muffle her scream as she flew apart. Her pussy massaged my shaft as it pulsed with her climax, and the sensation caused my release to crash into me like driving my bike into a wall. I collared her throat and pulled her up and against me, then buried my head in her hair to muffle my own shout of ecstasy.
After a few seconds, my legs buckled, and I fell onto my chair, keeping my woman on my lap with my cock sheathed in her tight heat. “Fuck,” I muttered, suddenly exhausted.
“So, you like it then?” Harlowe quipped with a giggle.
I swept her hair to the side and stared at the beautiful mark. “It’s amazing. The artist...” I trailed off as a thought occurred to me. “Who the fuck touched you?” I roared.
Harlowe jumped in surprise and whipped her head to the side so she could look at me. Instead of the guilty expression I expected, she looked irritated. But if anyone had the right to be irritated as fuck, it was me. She’d allowed someone else to put their hands on her...while she’d been topless. A red haze colored everything in sight as rage bubbled up.