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I need them on me. Her full attention. The bite of her nails at the back of my arms when I nip at her neck. I need the heat of her body, burning me up hotter than the Texas sun.

“You want Venom?” I ask, dragging my teeth down her throat.

Her answer is a whimper of a yes.

I peel off my cut and drape it over my bike, then toss my T-shirt onto the ground between us. “Then get on your knees and beg for him.”

She doesn’t hesitate, dropping to her knees on my T-shirt without a second thought. She kneels between me and my bike, grabbing my pants as she looks up at me.

Fuck, she’s beautiful. Wavy hair floats around her shoulders with the gentle breeze.

I drag my thumb over her lower lip, and when her mouth parts, I shove it over her tongue. Taking my lead, she closes her lips and sucks.

“This mouth is going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

She sucks harder, drawing out a growl that has her smirking as she drags my zipper down. Harloe’s fingers wrap my shaft, and I can’t think as she strokes the base and pulls it out. I rake my fingers into her long brown hair, tipping her head. She doesn’t resist, doesn’t blink, just like the good girl she is.

“You have such a beautiful face. One of these days I’m going to paint it with cum. But right now, I’m going to give you exactly what you asked for, cowgirl. Open that pretty mouth.”

She licks her lips, and my knees weaken. Then she parts her mouth, my cock brushing it, and I nearly do come all over her face from her touch alone.

But I manage to resist—to give my girl what she needs.

My dark side.

My confidence.

I’m going to see us out the other end of this mess, and I’m going to prove to her she has nothing to be scared of.

“You’re going to have to open wider than that.” I drag my piercing over her lips, painting them with my precum as she widens, and when I slide deep, tears fill her eyes, but she doesn’t stop me—she swallows. “Fuck, that’s good.”

I pull back, my cock covered in her saliva as I drive deep again. She chokes on every thrust, but she grabs my thighs and forces me deeper. She wants me to claim her, but it’s too much for her to take it all. Her lips don’t even reach the three ladder piercings at the base of my cock, so she has to grab my shaft in her hands to work the rest.

Tears stream down her cheeks, and when I hit the back of her throat and she hums, I almost lose my footing.

“You’re going to make me come.” I grip her hair, pulling her off me. “And I’m not coming anywhere but in your perfect pussy right now.”

Lifting her to her feet, I spin her around and bend her over my bike. I’ve never fucked a girl on my bike. And I sure as shit haven’t ever let one ride on the back of it. But Harloe breaks all my rules, and when I slide down her shorts and drive into her bare, I know there is absolutely no getting over this girl.

Her nails dig into the leather seat as her pussy clamps around me. But I’m not nice about it, and I don’t let up. I give her what she wants. I fuck her hard and fast, the bike rocking beneath her. My hand digs into her hair, pulling until her back arches. The other grips her ass, which jiggles with every hard thrust.

“You take me so well.” I look down and spit, watching it trickle down her ass to my cock as I slide deep again.

I slip my hand in, brushing over her tight hole. She gasps, squeezing me so hard I nearly black out because I already barely fit inside her, but when she does that, I can’t see straight. I press against her ass again, pulling her up until my mouth is by her ear.

“Has anyone ever fucked you here?”

She tries to shake her head but can’t. “No one.”

“I’m going to,” I promise. “Not today, but I’m going to fuck every hole because you’re mine, Harloe. That means you’ll give me everything I want, right?”

“Right.”

“Good girl,” I whisper into her ear. “You’re mine. And I will protect what I’ve claimed.”

“Yes,” she whimpers when I push my finger into her, tightening and then relaxing as she slowly adjusts to the intrusion of me in two of her holes.

“You like that?”