I felt her getting close.
“Play with your clit, Rosie. Soak my cock with your cream.” With every dirty word, her pussy squeezed my cock. I wouldn’t last much longer. “Come for me, Rose. Squeeze me, baby. Milk me dry.”
Her body began to tremble, and I held her tighter while I fucked her pussy.
“Cash,” she moaned, and I felt the tingle begin at my spine.
“Now, Rose. Come with me, baby.”
“Cash, fuck.” She backed up against me as I pushed forward. Her hand beneath her, rubbing her clit, and her fingers brushing against my dick with every stroke in and out.
When she screamed out my name, I faltered, but regained my bearings quickly, as I pumped in and out a few more times before finally exploding inside her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Falling to the side, I pulled her against me. “I love you, Rose.”
She looked up at me with that smile I loved. “I love you, too, but if you ever slap my ass again, I’ll cut off your dick.”
I laughed out loud, holding her tighter. “You fucking loved it.”
Her snort had me getting hard again. I loved her attitude. I loved that she gave me shit. That she was comfortable enough, felt safe enough to threaten me.
And it was a threat. I wasn’t fucking stupid. I knew one wrong move and my dick would be gone. It just made me love her more.
We lay quietly wrapped up in each other for a few minutes before she softly said, “I thought you were mad at me.”
“Never, baby. I knew what King was doing, and I hated it.” I rolled her over and gazed at her beautiful face. Her warm brown eyes that glistened in the haze of our fucking. The little beads of perspiration that clung to her temples. No one had ever looked more stunning. “When you called me on my shit.” I shook my head. “Nothing could have made me prouder. You showed King something today. Something he had been questioning.”
“What?” she asked. Her body went from relaxed and sated to tense and defensive in a second.
“He was questioning your loyalty. As my old lady.”
“Because of Val,” she whispered, turning her head away.
“Not just Val. Baby, you are connected to three different clubs; four now that you’re my old lady.”
“Four?”
“Your father was a Soulless Sinner. That makes you a princess.”
She scoffed, and I smiled.
“What’s the fourth one?”
“The Golden Skulls.”
She scurried out from under me and sat up. “How?”
“Your great grandfather was a founding member of the Golden Skulls.”
“What?” she screeched. “Does Reaper know?”
I sat up, leaning against the headboard. I pulled her in front of me and reached for the blanket to cover us both.
“He doesn’t. We’re trying to keep him from finding out, at least until we’re ready.”
“Ready for what?” she asked, looking up at me.
