thick shaft, stroking me over my boxer briefs. I turned Claire around until she faced away. I bent her over the back of her dirty couch, her ass pressed against me. I pulled down my boxers and placed my cock between her cheeks. I could've come right then, spraying my milky seed all over her hot ass. But I needed to feel her again.
I sunk my pulsing cock into her sweet wet pussy, sliding right in with ease. The warm tight feeling around my shaft almost made me climax. I pushed further and further, filling Claire up completely. It's exactly as I remembered it.
I took her from behind, my hips smacking against Claire's soft ass. I traced my finger across the old faded tattoo: Property of Rabid Dogs MC. “You better get that tattoo changed...you're Cole's Property now,” I murmured
Claire screamed my name over and over again, disintegrating as she came. I clenched my teeth and found my release, filling her with my warm cum. We became one and I knew she was all mine. Claire was Cole's Property now.
The End
Read on for Sawyer's Baby
Copyright 2016 Michelle Hart
All Rights Reserved.
Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.
No section of this book may be copied or reproduced without the author's permission.
Description
A baby is the last thing we need...
Charlotte
I'm the new Sheriff and my job is to protect and serve. But this town doesn't think a woman can handle it. I'm going to give em' hell.
When the hotshot outlaw, Sawyer, swaggers into my office, I'm ready to put the cuffs on him.
I can't stand his cocky smile and ink-covered body. Sawyer believes he's above the law and I'll lock him up if he goes too far.
I can't let his bad boy charm get to me—but that desire raging in his eyes, his rough hands bending me over…
Sawyer
I'm hardwired to f**k and forget.
All-out war is inevitable and the new Sheriff thinks she can stop it. Brunette, busty, and begging to be pounded, Charlotte thinks she can control me.
I'll take her once and throw her away like the rest of the trash.
War is coming and not even Charlotte's sexy-as-hell body can stop me.
Chapter One
Sawyer
The sun burned bright on the day of the Sacks County Annual Picnic. The Rabid Dog MC was out in full force to support the community—it was a tradition for us to donate a sizable contribution and cook the food every year. The Rabid Dogs sometimes got a bad rap for being murderers and thieves and this was the one time of the year we could talk with people face-to-face and change their perceptions.
Big Mike was on the grill cooking burgers, hot dogs, and chicken. He was a fucking giant man and the Sgt-at-Arms in the club. If we ever needed to get out of a sticky situation, Big Mike was ready and willing with no questions asked. He wasn't the smartest tool in the shed but he was extremely effective at his job.
“You're going to burn those patties if you don't flip them,” I told him, patting him on the back.
Big Mike turned towards me and showed off his brand new apron that said: Grillmaster. He pointed the spatula at my face. “Don't fuck with the Grillmaster.”
I put my hands up to surrender and bowed. “By all means, Grillmaster, carry on.”
A light blue Frisbee came spiraling out of nowhere and narrowly missed my head. A bunch of kids came running over and froze in their tracks when they saw my leather cut and menacing Rabid Dog spider on the back.
I smiled and picked up the Frisbee. “Go long,” I announced, throwing the disc as far as I could.
“Thank you,” the children screamed in unison, running away. The town was afraid of us and we needed to fix that. The Rabid Dog MC didn't hurt innocents. We kept the streets clean of rapists and pedophiles—we did the dirty work that Sheriff Mendoza couldn't do.
I walked
I sunk my pulsing cock into her sweet wet pussy, sliding right in with ease. The warm tight feeling around my shaft almost made me climax. I pushed further and further, filling Claire up completely. It's exactly as I remembered it.
I took her from behind, my hips smacking against Claire's soft ass. I traced my finger across the old faded tattoo: Property of Rabid Dogs MC. “You better get that tattoo changed...you're Cole's Property now,” I murmured
Claire screamed my name over and over again, disintegrating as she came. I clenched my teeth and found my release, filling her with my warm cum. We became one and I knew she was all mine. Claire was Cole's Property now.
The End
Read on for Sawyer's Baby
Copyright 2016 Michelle Hart
All Rights Reserved.
Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.
No section of this book may be copied or reproduced without the author's permission.
Description
A baby is the last thing we need...
Charlotte
I'm the new Sheriff and my job is to protect and serve. But this town doesn't think a woman can handle it. I'm going to give em' hell.
When the hotshot outlaw, Sawyer, swaggers into my office, I'm ready to put the cuffs on him.
I can't stand his cocky smile and ink-covered body. Sawyer believes he's above the law and I'll lock him up if he goes too far.
I can't let his bad boy charm get to me—but that desire raging in his eyes, his rough hands bending me over…
Sawyer
I'm hardwired to f**k and forget.
All-out war is inevitable and the new Sheriff thinks she can stop it. Brunette, busty, and begging to be pounded, Charlotte thinks she can control me.
I'll take her once and throw her away like the rest of the trash.
War is coming and not even Charlotte's sexy-as-hell body can stop me.
Chapter One
Sawyer
The sun burned bright on the day of the Sacks County Annual Picnic. The Rabid Dog MC was out in full force to support the community—it was a tradition for us to donate a sizable contribution and cook the food every year. The Rabid Dogs sometimes got a bad rap for being murderers and thieves and this was the one time of the year we could talk with people face-to-face and change their perceptions.
Big Mike was on the grill cooking burgers, hot dogs, and chicken. He was a fucking giant man and the Sgt-at-Arms in the club. If we ever needed to get out of a sticky situation, Big Mike was ready and willing with no questions asked. He wasn't the smartest tool in the shed but he was extremely effective at his job.
“You're going to burn those patties if you don't flip them,” I told him, patting him on the back.
Big Mike turned towards me and showed off his brand new apron that said: Grillmaster. He pointed the spatula at my face. “Don't fuck with the Grillmaster.”
I put my hands up to surrender and bowed. “By all means, Grillmaster, carry on.”
A light blue Frisbee came spiraling out of nowhere and narrowly missed my head. A bunch of kids came running over and froze in their tracks when they saw my leather cut and menacing Rabid Dog spider on the back.
I smiled and picked up the Frisbee. “Go long,” I announced, throwing the disc as far as I could.
“Thank you,” the children screamed in unison, running away. The town was afraid of us and we needed to fix that. The Rabid Dog MC didn't hurt innocents. We kept the streets clean of rapists and pedophiles—we did the dirty work that Sheriff Mendoza couldn't do.
I walked
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