by Zoey Parker
My whole body had become more sensitive over the last few months. Every little touch sent me reeling, and tonight, I was already at the edge when he entered me. Then, I tilted my hips just right so that his head hit my g-spot, sending pulses of pleasure through my body with every thrust. I felt myself tightening around him as he pushed into me deeper and harder.
I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down on top of me.
“Fuck me, Cole,” I told him. “Make me yours tonight, baby,” I whispered in his ear. He didn’t realize it but he’d already made me his. I was his forever. I wasn’t going anywhere.
I pulled him up and into me, pushing my hips down onto him at the same time. I rode the pleasure he created inside me all the way to ecstasy again and again.
“Damn, that feels good,” he moaned above me as my muscles clenched around him.
“Let me know when you’re close,” I whispered into his shoulder, burying my face to moan while he rocked himself deep into me again and again.
I held onto him for dear life as I fell over the edge of that precipice time and time again that night, climaxing with almost every thrust. I’d never felt pleasure like he was giving me before. I didn’t know if I was just that much more sensitive lately or if he was just that much harder tonight.
It didn’t matter which. I thrust my hips against him and started working him as my body quaked beneath him. My thighs shook, and my insides quivered, flooding with ecstasy as I couldn’t control myself.
“I haven’t stopped coming,” I told him. “Holy shit, Cole.”
“I’m close, baby,” he said.
I rammed myself down onto him and started rocking my hips. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I tightened my grip on his hips and his shoulders and kept going until I felt him growing hard enough to explode inside of me.
He started to pull back, but I protested.
“No,” I told him. “Let me have it.”
He pushed himself up and looked down at me.
“Really?”
“Yes, baby, let me have all of it.”
He’d already given it to me once before, when I wouldn’t let him stop, just like I was doing now.
Then, it happened. He erupted inside of me, filling me with his warm juice. He flooded me completely. I let go of him and let him start thrusting inside me again so that he could empty himself into me.
“Give it all to me,” I called out. “I want it all.”
He pushed deep into me and held himself there. I felt his cock jerk inside me as he let the last of his climax flow into me.
Then, he collapsed on top of me. I kissed his shoulders and his neck. I kissed his lips, and he slid off of me, letting himself slide out of me at the same time.
He rolled over onto his back.
“That was intense,” he breathed.
“Yes, it was, baby.” I kissed him again and started to slide out of the bed.
“Where are you going?” he asked me.
“Nowhere. I’ll be right back.” I left him panting on the bed as he came down from his ecstasy.
He was right. It had been pretty intense. I’d never felt him erupt inside me with such force before. He really wanted it tonight, I thought.
I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and some ice. I poured him a nice, full glass of whiskey. He knew what I liked. I knew what he liked, too, and he always liked whiskey no matter the situation. Well, tonight was a big deal, and he didn’t even know it yet.
I walked back into the bedroom with the glass in my hand.
“Is that for me?” he asked, sitting up on his elbows.
“It is,” I told him. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.
“What’s it for?” he asked.
“Well, tonight’s a very special occasion,” I started, sitting down on the bed and handing him his glass.
“Okay?” He took it cautiously, unsure of what I was about to tell him.
“Tonight, I have to tell you something very important, Cole, and I need you to listen very carefully.”
He took a long drink from his glass, downing most of it in one gulp. When he finished and looked back at me, I put a hand on his leg.
“I’m pregnant, Cole.”
I thought he was going to explode. His eyes bulged out of his head, and a smile spread wide across his face. He grabbed me and embraced me.
“That’s awesome, baby. There’s going to be a little mini version of us running around soon. That’s excellent news,” he said.
We sat up all night after that talking about our plans for the future and what we were going to do.
We started looking for a house. He started talking about marriage, and he said I was absolutely out of the business from that point forward. Our lives were moving faster than I knew how to keep up with, but at least we were doing it together. At least it was us. We were becoming a real family, with a real home.
THE END
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UNPROTECTED: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Hanley Family Mafia)
I took her unprotected... now, I'll guard her with my life.
She witnessed something she was never meant to see.
If she wants to stay alive and out of jail, she’ll need to listen to my every command.
So when I tell her to strip, she strips. When I tell her to suck, she sucks.
And when I tell her to bear my baby, she’ll have no choice but to obey.
Lily Erickson was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
But I don’t give a damn about her sob story.
The things she saw could ruin my whole business if she blabs to the wrong person.
There’s only one thing to do:
Make sure she never opens her mouth to anyone –
Except for me.
I make my terms very clear.
I’ll let her live.
In return, she’s going to submit to me.
Whenever I want, however I want.
After all, she can’t have witnessed those murders if she was bent over my bed getting relentlessly pounded, right?
It’s an alibi as tight as her little body.
But the cop snooping around suspects something.
Lily may think she’s caught between a rock and a hard place.
But I’m determined to teach her the most important lesson there is in this town:
Whatever I say goes.
And right now, Lily, I say this…
Get on your knees.
We’re going to put a baby inside you.
Addicted: A Secret Baby Romance (Rebel Saints MC)
No one can know she’s carrying my baby.
She’s a dark-haired vixen with a past she refuses to unveil.
Fine with me – I have enough skeletons in my own closet. No names necessary.
When we meet, it is just about sex – rough, raw, violent.
Until I learn who she really is. And everything changes.
I’m hunting for my missing sister when I come across a girl in a bar.
Not just any girl – she’s a drop-dead stunner.
In that red dress, every inch of her skin is just begging to be bit, licked, stroked.
And I’m the only man here with balls enough to do it.
It doesn’t take long before we’re tumbling around in a cheap motel room.
Strip. Spank. Moan.
Fade to black.
But when I wake up, she’s gone.
There’s just a note.
“No names,” it says. Only a phone number.
I’
m struggling to put the night behind me as I get back to the mission at hand:
Finding my sister.
I’ve got a hunch that the Piccolo crime family is somehow involved.
They’re notorious sex traffickers, and if I found out they’ve touched Hannah…
Bad things will happen.
I’m going to get those bastards in my grip and squeeze until they tell me where she is.
While I plan my strike with my MC, I can’t help but call the girl from the motel again.
Night after night, we play out my wildest fantasies.
No names.
Just sex.
Things are going just about perfectly…
Until I find out her terrible secrets.
She’s the new head of the Piccolos.
She’s pregnant with my baby.
And she’s about to sell my sister.
God help me… I’m addicted to sleeping with the enemy.
OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance (Mancini Family Mafia)
Owning her will be the purest pleasure.
I never gave a damn about the family business.
I’d rather spend my time hunting for sexy women to strip, whip, and chain.
But then Carla showed up.
And all my darkest desires reared their ugly heads.
GIO
She’s the new family lawyer, and I’ve been warned to stay away.
But how could I?
Her skin is buttery soft, her hair flows like silk, and those pink lips are just begging to be forced wide open.
She knows I’m no good for her.
I’m dark.
Dirty.
Dangerous.
But her resistance is just foreplay to me.
And when I stumble across a secret that could cost Carla her life,
I know I’ve found my leverage.
Now, she’s all mine.
CARLA
I’m in over my head.
This was the assignment of a lifetime – go undercover in the Mancini crime family and take them down from within.
This is what I was born to do.
In all my years at the FBI, I’ve seen too much of the twisted horrors they’ve brought to life.
Amongst a family of drug runners and flesh traders, Gio Mancini might be the worst of the lot.
He’s got a legendary appetite for women that haunts my nightmares.
He reels them in with his charm, gives them a glimmer of hope…
And then breaks them utterly.
I just need to get inside, get what I need, and get the hell out.
Most importantly, I need to stay away from Gio.
His cocky grin is tempting, his body is flawless.
But for a while, I manage to keep to myself.
And then I slipped up.
He finds out who I really am.
This is the end for me, I think, as he opens his mouth.
But what he said instead turned out to be so, so much worse.
HARDCORE: Storm MC
I’m a hardcore man in a hardcore world.
She’s a diamond in the rough.
But if she’s not careful, she’ll fall into the wrong hands…
Mine.
SIENNA
Working at the strip club wasn’t my first choice, but it paid, and I was good at it.
Things were going as well as they could, all things considered.
Until my sister made a fatal mistake.
Now, her bad choice haunts me, and all I want is revenge.
The only reason I’m still dancing is to get close to our sleazy boss, the bastard who sent my sister to her death.
The problem is, he’s surrounded himself with an army of muscle – a motorcycle club for hire. They’re all brawny, tattooed, and wouldn’t blink twice before ending my life.
But consequences be damned.
I’ve got a man to kill, and a plan to get my hands around his throat.
It would have worked, too.
If it weren’t for Dom.
***
DOM
“No one leaves the club.”
It was always just a saying, a slogan, a reminder that loyalty is everything.
Then our president accepted a deal with the devil.
Now, our whole club is at the beck and call of some slimy porn kingpin, and anyone who tries to break the contract gets killed.
I hate what I’ve become, but I didn’t have a choice in the matter.
I didn’t have a way out, either.
Until Sienna.
The fiery dancer tries to kill our mark, and I’m the one who stops her.
Now, her life is mine to do with as I please.
And I’ve got an important decision to make.
What do I do with her?
She’s got a body worth taming, worth claiming as my own.
Or even better – worth selling to the highest bidder.
Once I’ve gotten a fair price for her, I’ll be able to buy my own freedom and get the hell out of this nightmare.
She’s my golden ticket, my way out.
But nothing is ever as easy as it seems.
Sienna isn’t worth anything dead, but keeping her alive might cost me my life.
A Price to Pay
We’ll both pay the price for crossing the line.
There are some things in this world a man should never do.
But as far as I’m concerned, the rules can go f*ck themselves.
I’m Cain Vale.
I do whatever the hell I want.
Of course, that’s part of the reason I ended up in this situation:
Bleeding from a cracked skull, as a lifetime of naked sluts and roaring bikes flashes before my eyes.
A life well lived, but I’m not ready for it to be over just yet.
Not when there’s revenge to be dealt.
Once I’m back on my feet, the men who betrayed me will pay dearly for their crimes.
They will suffer.
Scream.
Beg for my mercy.
But my injuries are worse than I thought.
Until I can ride again, my president tasks his kid sister with helping me recover.
What she doesn’t know is that, while she’s in my household, she’ll live on my terms.
She’ll please me.
She’ll taste me.
And by the time I’m finished, she’ll know how it feels to be owned.
Take Me, Outlaw
I wanted to be his tonight – his toy, his willing slave...
She’s living proof that bad things happen to good people.
Wrong place, wrong time, but the universe doesn’t give a damn.
Neither does the Mafia.
They’re going to kill her, unless I do something about it.
I’ve never been one to stand by idly, so I do what I have to:
take her before my enemies get the chance to do the same.
At first, it was a matter of convenience.
But the longer she is on the back of my bike,
The greater my hunger grows.
It’s only a matter of time until it feasts.
But there are soulless bastards nipping at our heels.
They want blood – both hers and mine.
Now, I’m faced with an impossible choice: do I leave her, or keep her in my grasp?
Break Me, Outlaw
HE MEANT TO BREAK MY BODY. INSTEAD, HE BROKE MY HEART.
I knew from the moment I walked in that this place was not meant for me.
I was clean; this place was filthy.
I was fair; this place was dark.
But maybe I was sick of living a safe life.
Maybe I was sick of every little thing fitting together just so.
I was sick of being perfect and whole.
I wanted to be broken.
In this dark and pungent hell, I found the man to do the job.
He took me into his arms and broke me –
Over,
and over, and over again.
When it was finished, I picked up the pieces of myself that remained, and I left.
But things never end that easily.
I didn’t know it then, but when I ran, I took something with me.
Something I never wanted…
Something I never asked for…
The baby of the man who’d owned me.
Now, my unborn child and I are helpless pawns in some sick and twisted game.