Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“I need you inside me,” she finally demands and I’m only too willing to give her exactly what she wants.
“Open them pretty eyes and look at me, Skylar. I don’t want you to take your eyes off me. I need you to see everything you do to me.”
Instantly, she does as I ask. I make note at how well she follows instruction. Skylar may not know it, but she was made for me. Which is good for both of us, because I’m not about to let her go. I wrap my hand around the base of my cock and position myself at her entrance.
“There’s no going back, Skylar. Ride and Die, baby. From this moment on, it’s you and me against the world. No one will come between us. I won’t allow it. Do you hear me?”
“Torin …”
“Mine!” I growl to her again as I push into her tight depths. My cock plows through the proof of her virginity. She cries out from the pain and tears slide from her eyes. I should feel shame, but fuck I like that she’s crying for me. I like knowing that I’ve claimed a piece of her that no other fucker will get. I force myself to hold still as I kiss away her tears. “It’s okay, baby. You tell me when you’re ready for me to move again.”
“You’re so big. Fuck, Torin, I’m so full …”
“Relax your body, Peaches. You were made for me. It’s just going to take a little time. That’s all,” I whisper softly. I bring my hand back to her pussy and begin rubbing her clit. “How’s that, baby?”
“It feels good,” she confesses, worrying her lip with her teeth.
“Good. Do you think you can handle me moving now?” I ask, feeling my orgasm gathering speed. Any minute now, I’m going to blow. I don’t want to do that before I show my woman just how good I can make her feel.
“Yes.” That won word is spoken so softly but sounds like a shout that reaches all the way to my soul.
I begin tunneling in and out of her. I go slow at first, making sure that I don’t hurt her. Yet, when I feel my perfect little princess move underneath me, matching her movements with mine like a seasoned pro, I can only groan as she squeezes my cock tight. We quickly go out of control after that.
“Are you ready to come for your man again, Peaches?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Give me what I want,” I demand softly.
As if my words are the only things that she needs to orgasm, I watch as she climaxes beneath me. Skylar keeps eye contact the entire time, and it robs me of breath. I pound her body until I feel my own release take over and as I fill her body with cum, one thing becomes crystal clear.
Skylar owns me lock, stock and barrel.
Chapter 25
Skylar
Wow. I knew sex with Torin would be great. I’d gotten a big enough taste of that three years ago that I didn’t doubt it at all. That’s part of the reason I held on, even after he repeatedly shot me down. I’m realistic enough to admit that. People roll their eyes at me when I try to explain how I feel about Torin. I know my sister has. She says I can’t know I’m in love when I barely know the person. I think that’s kind of hypocritical since she has been in love with Dom since we were kids, even knowing what an asshole he was. Torin wasn’t like that. He never has been. I watched Dom’s so-called love change who Gabby was. Dom only gave part of himself to Gabby, never all of him. That made her desperate. She felt like she was never good enough for him, and it twisted her up in a million directions. I watched from afar and saw it all, because it’s a road I could have easily gone down where Torin is concerned.
The thing is, Torin was never like Dom. He kept himself completely away from me, so as not to give me hope. I’ve seen him when he didn’t think I noticed. His eyes were always on me. He wanted me. His gaze was hungry and possessive. The minute he would notice I was watching him, it turned cold. In one way, it was good, because I got to see that he cared. He just wouldn’t allow himself to take what I was offering. In another way, it was bad, because I held on for three years when any other woman would have probably given up and said to hell with it all. I could never do that, and the reason is simple—I do love him.
Now, I don’t know if it was love at first sight or if it grew over the years by watching him in the quiet times when no one else was around. I just know that it’s real. Over the years, I’ve constantly spent my time watching how he did things. Torin was always the first to help someone if they needed it. When the little kids are at the club, this big, bad biker will get on the floor and play with them. A while back, Nailer’s two-year-old grandson, Dale, had a health scare. They found a tumor attached to his spinal cord. It was terrifying. I know because I would volunteer at the hospital. I hid myself away every day when Torin would come and visit. He’d spend hours talking to Dale. He’d read to him, joke around, and do anything he could to make the little guy laugh. Yet, after he would leave Dale’s bedside, he’d venture into the common area at the cancer center for the kids and he’d visit there. He was even a volunteer reader there during community time for all the children.