pussy. It was Danny. Her pussy, yeah, and there was something else.
Ripper had been walking around life pissed off, not giving a shit about anything, until he’d made the mistake of fucking a girl he’d never given a second thought to before and everything had changed. Suddenly he cared about what was going to happen next, wondering when Deuce was going to find out, whether he was going to get killed or not, wondering where Danny was when she wasn’t at the club…what she was doing, if she were hanging out with some other dude, and feeling murderous at the thought. Wondering if she were going as motherfucking crazy as he was.
He wasn’t pissed off anymore, either. He was something else entirely. He was…
What the fuck was he?
Fuck it. Whatever he was feeling, he didn’t want to ignore it. He wanted more of it; he wanted to own it.
Right. Now.
Fuck that black bitch; fucking threatening him. Fuck lockdown.
He wasn’t losing this.
Caution met wind and he
pulled off the dark, deserted highway onto a patch of grass and cut the engine.
Neither of them spoke.
Or moved.
They just breathed.
Hers, quick and short.
His, loud and heavy.
Just breathing.
“Ripper?” she whispered.
Aw, Jesus, that sweet, sweet voice…
…and the angelic face and the fucking body that owned that voice.
“Yeah, baby?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
Her hands slipped under his shirt, her nails dug into the skin on his stomach, and he stopped breathing altogether.
“Please,” she whispered.
Ripper moved fast, jumped off his bike and hopped back on facing her. She pulled up the material of her dress and he yanked open his leathers, lifting her over top of him, moving her underwear to one side and positioning himself at her entrance.
There was just some shit you didn’t get a say in.
He knew that better than most.
He’d lost his parents at seventeen, his only family.
At twenty-seven he’d been captured by Frankie, tortured for twelve hours. He’d lost his eye, a lot of fucking skin, and pretty much all of his self-respect.
Both of those events had drastically changed the course of his life, each one a wrecking ball that had come crashing into his world, forcing him to watch as everything around him shattered and fell to pieces at his feet.
That’s how this shit was with Danny.
It was an accident, a mistake, it was the wrong place at the wrong time kind of shit that had quickly turned into a catastrophe of epic proportions.
If she’d just been pussy, if he’d fucked her at the lake then forgotten about it…
But Danny was different.
A game changer.
She wasn’t pussy, she was damned beautiful and everything he’d ever wanted in a woman but hadn’t realized until he held her in his arms.
She was the reason his world was about to shatter again.
“Ripper… oh my god .” She pushed back against him, trying to take all of him inside of her in one thrust.
Yeah, she wanted him, the looming wrecking ball.
And fuck him, he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything else, and the wrecking ball swung.
So he took her, grabbed her thighs, and slammed her down onto him…and that wrecking ball came crashing through.
God, sweet fucking Jesus; it was better than he’d remembered. She was tight, wet, and warm and fit him like a fucking glove, kissing him and touching him as if he didn’t have scars, not avoiding them, not lavishing attention on them; he was starting to think she couldn’t see them.
She was making him feel whole again.
Yeah, no way was he losing this.
“Ripper,” she cried. “ Ripper …” Her head lolled to the right and her eyes rolled back.
Knowing she was about to come, he gripped her hips, digging his fingertips into her backside, and began slamming up into her, harder and harder, rocking against her faster and faster until her body locked up tight and her cries turned into breathy, panting whimpers and her pussy clenched around his cock, again and again. He kept going, hard and
Ripper had been walking around life pissed off, not giving a shit about anything, until he’d made the mistake of fucking a girl he’d never given a second thought to before and everything had changed. Suddenly he cared about what was going to happen next, wondering when Deuce was going to find out, whether he was going to get killed or not, wondering where Danny was when she wasn’t at the club…what she was doing, if she were hanging out with some other dude, and feeling murderous at the thought. Wondering if she were going as motherfucking crazy as he was.
He wasn’t pissed off anymore, either. He was something else entirely. He was…
What the fuck was he?
Fuck it. Whatever he was feeling, he didn’t want to ignore it. He wanted more of it; he wanted to own it.
Right. Now.
Fuck that black bitch; fucking threatening him. Fuck lockdown.
He wasn’t losing this.
Caution met wind and he
pulled off the dark, deserted highway onto a patch of grass and cut the engine.
Neither of them spoke.
Or moved.
They just breathed.
Hers, quick and short.
His, loud and heavy.
Just breathing.
“Ripper?” she whispered.
Aw, Jesus, that sweet, sweet voice…
…and the angelic face and the fucking body that owned that voice.
“Yeah, baby?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
Her hands slipped under his shirt, her nails dug into the skin on his stomach, and he stopped breathing altogether.
“Please,” she whispered.
Ripper moved fast, jumped off his bike and hopped back on facing her. She pulled up the material of her dress and he yanked open his leathers, lifting her over top of him, moving her underwear to one side and positioning himself at her entrance.
There was just some shit you didn’t get a say in.
He knew that better than most.
He’d lost his parents at seventeen, his only family.
At twenty-seven he’d been captured by Frankie, tortured for twelve hours. He’d lost his eye, a lot of fucking skin, and pretty much all of his self-respect.
Both of those events had drastically changed the course of his life, each one a wrecking ball that had come crashing into his world, forcing him to watch as everything around him shattered and fell to pieces at his feet.
That’s how this shit was with Danny.
It was an accident, a mistake, it was the wrong place at the wrong time kind of shit that had quickly turned into a catastrophe of epic proportions.
If she’d just been pussy, if he’d fucked her at the lake then forgotten about it…
But Danny was different.
A game changer.
She wasn’t pussy, she was damned beautiful and everything he’d ever wanted in a woman but hadn’t realized until he held her in his arms.
She was the reason his world was about to shatter again.
“Ripper… oh my god .” She pushed back against him, trying to take all of him inside of her in one thrust.
Yeah, she wanted him, the looming wrecking ball.
And fuck him, he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything else, and the wrecking ball swung.
So he took her, grabbed her thighs, and slammed her down onto him…and that wrecking ball came crashing through.
God, sweet fucking Jesus; it was better than he’d remembered. She was tight, wet, and warm and fit him like a fucking glove, kissing him and touching him as if he didn’t have scars, not avoiding them, not lavishing attention on them; he was starting to think she couldn’t see them.
She was making him feel whole again.
Yeah, no way was he losing this.
“Ripper,” she cried. “ Ripper …” Her head lolled to the right and her eyes rolled back.
Knowing she was about to come, he gripped her hips, digging his fingertips into her backside, and began slamming up into her, harder and harder, rocking against her faster and faster until her body locked up tight and her cries turned into breathy, panting whimpers and her pussy clenched around his cock, again and again. He kept going, hard and
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