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Holy shit this is really happening. I’m on my back underneath a sexy as sin tattooed god of a biker as he guides his thick cock inside me. Roane’s gaze is on me the whole time, gauging my reaction as he sinks deeper in. I feel my body burning and stretching to accept his size. His dick is fucking huge. Biggest I’ve ever been with. He’s got an impressive cock. I only touched it once when we dated. I was terrified of it then and even more so now, but I want this. I want him.
Hot and greedy his mouth devours mine. One hand on my throat and the other gripping my hip as he stuffs me with his girth and length.
The man has me pinned down and unable to move. Releasing my mouth, he draws back and slams back in, repeating the motion hard and fast. My tits bounce with the movement as he hammers into me with punishing force. Our bodies slap together, nothing but our heavy breaths passing between us. Roane grabs my leg, throwing it over his shoulder coming at me from an angle and holy fuck, I never knew a man could fuck me so deep. I feel like I’m losing my damn mind. My body quakes and trembles. Each new sensation better than the last.
Roane grins down at me knowing I’m close. He draws out slowly and beats his throbbing cock against my clit as it pulses with need. I reach down between us and grasp his shaft, rubbing the head over my sensitive nerves in a circle. Dipping his head down, his teeth skim over my taut nipple. Electricity shoots through me and stars dance behind my eyes, my orgasm takes over and I let out a whimper.
Roane flips me over on my stomach. I go into position. Head down, back arched, ass up. My sexy biker slams into me from behind, hand firm on my shoulder, driving into me relentlessly. The headboard knocks against the wall, sounding as though it’s knocking on Heaven’s door. Grunting hard and deep, he twitches, and his warmth fills me. His thrusts slow but he’s not finished. Roane stays stuffed inside me, kissing my shoulder blades, growing hard all over again.
Roane fucks me slower this time, rocking into me tenderly. Fingertips feather light on my back. His lips press to my skin achingly soft. Then I realize what he’s doing. Mapping my bruises and kissing them. Tears burn in the creases of my eyes, and I bite the pillow to stop from crying out at the sweetness of the gesture. Looming over me, he continues rocking into me, but when his lips meet my ear, we both freeze. “Gonna ask you once and you’re going to tell me the truth. Who the fuck put their hands on your beautiful body out of hate?”
“It’s nothing. You should see him.” I try to laugh it off, but Roane isn’t having it.
“I’ll never hurt you, but if you don’t give me the fuckin’ truth...” he gets a firm hold on one of the globes of my ass and squeezes. “I’ll spank it out of you.”
“Please, Roane. I—” my voice cracks.
“Tell me now, Jules,” he growls, and the dark tone is predatory.
“It’s none of your business.”
“Not my business.” He draws out and slides back in. “You feel that. That’s my come leaking out you. That’s my dick buried deep in you. It became my business the moment you gave up your pretty pussy to me.”
“Roane.”
“I want a name.” He pumps harder and faster. “I’ll fuck it out of you.” His hand leaves my ass and comes back in a playful smack, but I don’t think he’s in the mood to play.
“I’ll tell you if you promise you won’t tell Pam and you don’t go being a hero.”
“Fuck no. I’m telling you now, Jules. I want a name.” His palm meets my ass again with more force this time that stings.
“Let me on top.” I try changing the subject.
“You think you can fuck me into forgetting?”
“I can try.”
“All right, baby doll. Give it your best shot.” He spanks me again and we change positions.
I sink down on his cock in a reverse cowgirl. I can’t look him in the eyes right now and he’s already saw the bruises. Roane yanks on my hair, wrapping it around his fist. Bouncing on his thighs, I push away thoughts of Sam and replace those memories with the reality of Roane. Together we get lost for a while longer. With the promise of new beginnings and leaving the past year behind. I give myself to him and wonder if I can walk away from him a second time.
**
Blinking awake, I struggle to move. A warm, heavy body is pressed against me. A strong arm is curved around my waist, hand cupping my breast. An even stronger leg is draped over my thigh holding me captive. My head pounds from the liquor I ingested last night. Between my legs, my pussy aches. It went to battle with a big dick last night.
That massive monster belongs to Roane, the man who reminded me last night what it was like to be wanted and cherished. I struggle to slide out from under him, needing to find my clothes and a bathroom. The moment I move his hand it shoots right back to the same spot. “Hey,” I whisper and try again.
“Stop moving,” he grumbles. “Go back to sleep. It’s early.”
I glance around the room and look to the window seeing that it’s still dark out. “I need the bathroom.”
“Over there,” he mutters and points to what I thought was a closet.
This time he lets me slide out of bed. I tiptoe across the room and wait until I’m on the other side of the bathroom door to flick the light on. It’s a small half bath consisting of a toilet, medicine cabinet, and sink. I splash some water on my face and look in the mirror. My lipstick is smeared across my cheek and my eyes are ringed in black. My hair is a mess. What I need is coffee and a shower. I wonder if Pam is still here or if her and Link went home. I’m sure Roane or someone will give me a ride back to their place.
Finishing up in the bathroom after cleaning up the best I can, I return to the bed and find Roane awake and pushed up against the headboard with his arms crossed behind his head. He’s even cuter than I remember. Blush blooms on my cheeks as memories of the night we shared rushes back to me.
“C’mere.”
I drop onto the bed and curl up next to him. His fingers skate across my back, and I hiss. The soreness has returned. “I didn’t forget about this you know. I’m not gonna make you tell me right now, but I promise you this, you will tell me, and I will make the fucker bleed for this.”
“It’s over.”
“Way I see it. Shit is just getting started.”
“Roane. You don’t need to be my hero. You don’t know me now. I’ve changed.”
“Know you better than most people. Know how you feel when you come on my cock. Know the sounds you make when you like my tongue shoved deep in your pussy.”
“You did not just say that.”
“I did. And maybe your sister didn’t tell you, but my brothers and I are fucking possessive bastards. You might have forgotten that about me, but I’m reminding you now. Not only are you Pam’s sister but you gave me that pussy last night. We take care of our own. You were the first girl I ever loved, and I’m thinking I’d like to keep you.”
“Keep me? I’m not property. I’m a person.”
“Hate to break it to you, baby doll, but you’re in The Devil’s Playground. Normal rules don’t apply.”
“You’re talking crazy.”
“You gonna tell me you don’t feel something between us? You gonna tell me you let just any man fuck you over and over again without a rubber?”
“No. We had unprotected sex. It was a lack of judgment. Two people caught up in the moment. That doesn’t mean that you own me or that I’m beholden to you and whatever it is you think you’re feeling. Are you still drunk?” I like Roane and last night was great, but I’m not stupid. I don’t expect us to pick up where we left off when we were two kids fooling around.