His to Hold: A Steamy MC Biker Romance (Forever His)

Married? I got married? To a complete stranger in Vegas? That only happens in bad movies and worse decisions.

I've never even lived with a boyfriend. I color-code my planner and get anxious ordering at new restaurants. I don't marry strangers in Vegas.

"Look at this pretty pussy," I growl, running one thick finger through her folds. She's already wet. "Already weeping for me."

"You like that?" I pant, driving harder. "Like the thought of Daddy breeding you? Making your belly swell with my seed?"

"Fuck," I groan as she envelops me. So tight. So perfect. "That's it, little girl. Take Daddy's cock like you were made for it."

"Look at you," I praise, watching her face as I begin to thrust upward. "Taking me so deep. Such a good girl for Daddy."

"You like that?" I push harder, deeper. “Say what you want, Wynter, but you love my cock deep inside you. Love how I fuck you hard and dirty and spew filth in your ear while I do it. That’s cause I know what you need, baby girl. What you want.” "I can't—" she gasps, trembling on the edge. "You can. You will." I slide one hand between us, finding her clit. "Come for Daddy. Let me feel that tight little pussy milk my cock."