Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Her eyes widened. “But… Isaac. What if I get pregnant? I can’t --”
I kissed her again. “You can’t what, honey?”
“I can’t raise a baby on my own. I don’t even have a home right now.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. First, you ain’t on your own. You have me. You’ll always have me. We’ll have our problems, but we’ll work them out. I’ll be faithful to you and treat you like a fuckin’ princess. You’ll be faithful to me and love me with everything in you. Second, you do have a home. Here. With me. Even if you decide you hate me, you’ll always have a home here. The club will always protect you.” She started to shake her head, but I slid the head of my cock inside her, and her eyes widened. “I know you have reservations, so I’m going to ask you to trust me. I wouldn’t say you had a home here if I didn’t already know you did. As president of this club, no matter what happens to Sword or to me, Cain will always make sure you’re protected and cared for. Now. Eyes on me. I’m going to slide all the way inside you, and I want to see your reaction.”
“Isaac!” She sobbed my name, but widened her legs, welcoming me. “Please don’t break my heart.”
“Never, baby. I’m your man. And I always will be. No matter what. It’s you for me.” Then, with a slow, lazy glide, I slid my cock inside her to the hilt. She gripped me tightly, her sheath squeezing and spasming around me. She sucked in a breath, her eyes wide and wild before she screamed out an orgasm as her gaze clung to mine. “That’s it, baby. You come on my cock as much as you like.” I leaned down to suck on her earlobe and whispered into her ear. “Fuckin’ come hard, baby. Make me come inside you and plant my seed there.”
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Chloe
I wish I could say a part of me wanted to slow down and talk this out, but the truth was I was all for this. There had never been a conversation where Isaac hinted he’d be faithful until we went our separate ways. He was talking like we were in a real relationship. Even so far as to tell me he was taking me as his ol’ lady. I was still new to the MC culture, but my impression was that taking an ol’ lady was a serious thing. A biker didn’t do it unless he intended to be with her long term. My own mother had been ol’ lady to a biker and, even when she manipulated him so much he opted to retire from being president, he still didn’t throw her over. They were still together as of a week ago when I left. If ever there was a cause for a guy to leave his woman, I’d say my mother’s meddling in club business would qualify.
But he hadn’t left. He’d resigned his position as president instead. It told me a lot about Warlock as a man. The fact that Iron Tzars hadn’t taken matters into their own hands and done something horrible to both Warlock and my mother -- perhaps even me by extension -- told me a lot about the club as well.
So, when Isaac slid himself into me without a condom, telling me in no uncertain terms he was never using a condom with me, I should have protested. But I didn’t. Instead, I embraced it. Embraced Isaac Julian and everything he represented. I spread my legs wider, giving him permission to do as he wanted.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want that, Isaac. Want you to come inside me.”
“You’ll carry my child? Stay with me and let me protect you both?”
I nodded. “Yes. And I’ll protect you both, too.”
“Good. Now.” He moved inside me. One stroke out, then back in. “I’m gonna make you come. And you’re gonna take me with you.”
When Isaac started moving, my breath caught. The pleasure resumed like he’d never stopped. Maybe I was just that greedy for him. I was beginning to wonder how I’d ever lived without sex this long in my life.
Isaac built the pleasure inside me with expert ease. It wasn’t long before I’d wrapped my legs around him again and met him thrust for thrust. I grunted and strained, needing him to go faster. Harder. I wanted to verbalize my needs but couldn’t seem to get the words out.
“Please! Oh, God! Isaac!”
“You need more, baby?” His mouth found the side of my neck and he sucked, making yet another mark of possession on my skin.
“Yes! Fuck me hard!” My words were nothing more than a needy whimper, but Isaac complied with my demand.
He surged inside me, our flesh slapping together loudly. I thought he might flip me over or something to be in complete control, but he just flexed his hips with hard, quick snaps. Not long after he set the harder, faster pace, I felt my orgasm building inside me. I wanted to fight it off, to make this last as long as I possibly could, but I was just too inexperienced, the sensations too strong.