He always knew exactly what to say. Dominant, confident, and in charge. Forge made her feel safe and loved. Living in the Hell’s Slaves MC may not be the reality she’d grown up with, but she couldn’t imagine anything else now.

Once he began to tease her clit, she arched up with a groan.

“That’s a good girl. You’re so wet and ready for me. Tell me what you want.”

She didn’t have to think twice. “That big dick.”

He chuckled. “I’m going to enjoy taking this virgin cunt.” He cupped her crotch hard enough to make her whimper with wanton desire. God, she needed him.

“I’ve never had a woman that was only mine.”

She remembered what Romy had said to her. “Are you sure you don’t want an experienced woman who knows how to handle a man?”

“Like the club whores? For my old lady? Fuck no.” He rubbed his face against her breasts. Forge made her feel beautiful and desirable. “I never realized it until I had you, but I want a woman who’s only mine. A woman I can be proud of. You’re the only one I want.”

“I have no experience, and you know it.”

“I’ll enjoy teaching you. Right now, let me enjoy myself.” He worked his way down her body, engorging himself on her curves like a starved man. Every cell was a hot wire. He knew how to use his tongue and hands to drive her to the breaking point and leave her there. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he lapped up her folds with the flat of his tongue then flicked her clit. He knew what she liked and used it to his advantage. As she writhed on the bed, he started suckling her with that skilled mouth. No mercy. She grabbed the bedsheets in both fists as he ravished her, eating her pussy like he had so many times before.

He held open her thighs so she couldn’t close them, his strong hands easily able to subdue her. Forge had shown her so many pleasures since her arrival.

Tonight was going to go further. Tonight, she’d become his.


He loved watching Beth come, knowing he’d brought her there.

Her eyes lolled back in her head as she submitted completely. Her lips were red and swollen, and the sounds she made likely carried down the hallway. The entire club would know she’d been claimed by him tonight. By the time she focused on him again, he was poised between her legs. He ran the head of his cock up and down her virgin slit, coating himself in her overflow of juices. She was still hypersensitive from her orgasm, and her tits jiggled each time she jolted away from his touch. He could play with her all day—so fucking edible.


“You’re ready for me now, baby. Nice and ripe. Relax, just like that. I don’t want to hurt you.” He lowered his weight onto one elbow and carefully pushed the head of his dick inside her pussy. She hissed as he pressed in, inch after thick inch. Her nails dug into the flesh of his shoulder, but she didn’t tell him to stop. He loved the sting.

He’d never popped a cherry. She was fucking tight. It would be an effort to last long enough for her to come a second time. She squeezed his dick as he slid deeper. He gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched as he fought for control.

“Am I hurting you?”

“You’re so big. I’ve never felt so full.”

“You okay?”

She only nodded, her eyes closed as she accepted all of him. He kept still once fully seated, marveling at the fact he’d just claimed his woman. All he wanted was one—her.

He felt as she tested her inner muscles around his length, squeezing the shit out of him. “Stop teasing, baby. I’m barely keeping control.”

“I never asked you to keep control. I kind of like it when you’re a little bad. Sometimes it’s good to be selfish.”

Forge growled. “You’ll be the death of me.” He pulled out, carefully, then pushed back in. She was hot, slick, and addicting. Over and over, he pistoned in and out of her tight little cunt, keeping a slow, steady pace.


Once she started squirming and whining, he knew she needed a proper fucking. “Hold on now. I’ve had enough of playing nice.” He picked up his rhythm, a sheen of sweat breaking out over his body. He wanted her screaming, begging, never forgetting the day he took her virginity. Not because he’d stolen it, but because she gave it to him willingly. He’d never forget the magnitude of the gift she’d given him. Nobody had ever thought much of him. He felt undeserving of such an honor, but he’d spend the rest of his life proving she’d chosen well. He may not have a fancy degree or title attached to his name, but he’d die for her. He’d already killed for her.

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