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dangerous. And I loved danger.
    I then put my hand to Everly ’ s face and smiled. “ Fuck, babe, you have me halfway
there already. ”
    Everly still had her hands gripped tight
to my arms. When she released her hold, she slowly crept up and grabbed my
leather cut. I let Everly take the cut off, something that was pretty fucking
symbolic. I liked this woman. Something about her just clicked inside me. From
the second I saw her when I got out of that fucking prison, right to seeing her
on the floor as she fought for no good reason other than jealousy, she was
something special.
    My leather cut fell to the floor
and Everly brought her hands to my shirt. She ran them down and grabbed the
bottom of my shirt. She lifted my shirt off and stared at my body. Like most
women, the first place her hands went were my tattoos. I only had my shoulders
covered, for personal reasons. Everly ’ s
hands tried to spread across my shoulders, but they were too small for my big
shoulders. She then hurried and ran her hands down to my pants.
    She fought with my belt and I moved
in to kiss her again.
    Our lips and tongues ran rampant on
each other as we kissed hard and fast. Everly  opened my pants and pushed them
along with my boxers down. My cock finally popped free and Everly wasted no
time in grabbing hold.
    I hissed at the warm touch of her
small hand. She quickly stroked me root to tip. I put my hand down and gripped
her hand. I squeezed and smiled at her.
    “ Two
questions, ” I said.
    “ What? ” Everly asked.
    “ Do
you want me to come all over your hand right now? ”
    “ No …”
    “ Good.
Are you … taken care of? ”
    “ Meaning? ”
    “ Meaning,
when I fuck you, you get me. I ’ m
not covering anything up. And I ’ m
not pulling away. ”
    That was when I first saw the sexy,
vixen that was deep inside Everly. She smiled and then bit her lip. She forced
her hand to move back down my cock. She squeezed at the base and then said, “ Fuck me and find out for
yourself. ”
    I quickly slapped my hands to her
hips. Everly screamed as my hands tore at her pants and panties. She moved her
hips left to right as she kicked her way out of the rest of her clothes.
    When she finished, I lifted her and
started to carry her. She quickly tried to wrap her legs around by body. The
first thing I saw was my dresser. It had a mirror attached to it. The height of
the dresser was perfect for what I needed. So I carried Everly to the dresser.
I sat her down and then grabbed my cock. I made damn sure she looked down at it
to make damn sure what she was about to get from me.
    Her hands gripped the edge of the
dresser and she slid just a little more forward. Her tender folds were moist
and glimmering. I touched myself to her and opened those folds. I pressed
against her silky sex and thrust just a little. The tightness was enough to
make me growl. The rest of the guys in the MC must have had small dicks. Or
they weren ’ t able to keep
up with Everly ’ s body.
    “ Fuck, ” I hissed as I watched the head
of my cock slip into her.
    Her folds eased against my shaft,
looking as though they were going to pull me deeper into her.
    I then looked up at Everly. Her
eyes met mine and … fuck … we were connecting. This wasn ’ t fucking. This wasn ’ t sex. It definitely wasn ’ t that romance making love
bullshit. But there was a goddamn connection. I saw it in her eyes and I felt
it in my heart.
    It pissed me off.
    The last thing I needed was any
kind of connection right now.
    So I thrust forward and put my
hands on Everly ’ s hips and
pulled. It forced my cock deep into her body, stretching her wide open. Everly
threw her head back and it hit the mirror. She let out a cry and I didn't give
a fuck. I pulled back and thrust harder at her. My hands then quickly came up
to her breasts and I cupped both of them. I pressed against her chest, offering
my strength.
    Everly held the dresser tight. It
soon started to rock, the mirror pounding