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“And now you’re back.”
“Because I’m even more scared.”
Slade leaned forward a little and slipped his hand to the back of her neck. He lowered his mouth down toward hers. Craving the taste of her lips. Of her tongue. Wanting to feel her bite at his bottom lip just for fun.
Slade kissed Nelle aggressively. His mouth devouring hers, only for a moment. A quick kiss. Not for her. Just for him. His greedy mouth wanting her. Having her. And now he wanted tofeel her greedy mouth on his cock. Slade stood back up straight, hand on the back of Nelle’s neck.
“What exactly do you need protection from, sweetheart?” Slade asked.
“Bad people,” Nelle said. “Really bad people.”
She reached with her right hand and touched Slade’s cock with her fingertips.
His rough skin, bubbly veins, his cock thickening and growing with her touch. She grabbed him. Squeezing the top of his shaft against the palm of her hand.
“You’re not worth a thing more than adeeceearound here,” Slade said. “You understand that?”
Nelle teetered on what felt like two lives. She knew the second her lips wrapped around Slade’s cock, that was it. She was part of this dangerous biker world. Probably forever too. Or at least until they got sick of her. Or they’d just pass her around, fucking her, leaving her feeling empty and broken…
A sudden rush of emotion hit her and Nelle couldn’t believe what was happening. Her eyes filled with tears. So fast that she didn’t have a chance to control herself. The tears escaped her eyes just as fast as they appeared inside them. Running down her cheeks.
She quickly tried to hide her face. She turned her hand around and pulled at Slade’s cock. Her lips touched the huge head of his cock and she opened her mouth. A sad whimper escaped Nelle’s mouth. She felt her chin quiver.
Slade growled and tightened his grip against her neck. Then he pulled her mouth away from his cock. He stared down at her. Tears running down her face. It shouldn’t have mattered to him.
What the fuck did he care that somedeeceewas in trouble and needed a warm bed…? This was the outlaw world. Fuck your feelings. Fuck your laws. Fuck what you think is right or wrong. Fuck what society says.
Slade moved his hand around to Nelle’s cheek and swiped away a tear. Nelle opened her hand, releasing her hold on Slade’s cock. She jumped back on the bed and turned, rolling off the bed, running toward the bathroom. Leaving Slade standing there, cock hard and throbbing, the head of his cock glistening from Nelle’s mouth.
He reached down and flicked his thumb against the head of his cock. It felt good. But not the same as Nelle’s mouth.
“No,” Slade growled.
Nelle would not get away that easily again.
Slade all but kicked the bathroom door down.
Nelle let out a scream and spun around from the bathroom sink, tears running down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Slade,” she said. “This isn’t like me. I didn’t mean for this. It just hits me in waves. The thought of being part of all this, hidden, scared and trapped…”
“Why the fuck did you come back here then?”
“For you, Slade. To tell you everything. To make sure I don’t end up like my sisters. But I can’t be passed around from biker to biker. I’m not that…”
“You’re fucking insane is what you are, sweetheart,” Slade said. “Been driving me insane since you puked on my boots and floor. And then this fucking bathroom.” Slade felt his heart smacking like a sledgehammer to a brick wall. “This fucking bathroom!"
A rage hit him like no other. He lunged at Nelle and she jumped up onto the sink. She let out a scream but it was quickly cut off when Slade’s mouth met hers. His hands grabbed herhips and he pulled her against his body, making fucking sure she felt his hard cock that had been forcefully tucked into his jeans.
Slade pulled Nelle off the sink and turned. Instead of going into the bedroom to continue this bout of sexual frustration, he decided to make things right. Right here. He knew the past could never be changed… but sometimes opportunity had a way of striking twice…
Slade put Nelle on her feet and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, then ripped it up over her head. Before the shirt had a chance to touch the floor, he unhooked her bra and tore that from her chest.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he growled as he cupped her perfect tits.
Sculpted for his hands, they fit perfect. Tight, button-like nipples waiting for the stroke from his thumbs. At the same time. Watching them tighten just a little more.
“Fuck!” Slade yelled. “I’ve been waiting too damn long to get my hands on these tits.”
