I guess my hormones just take over.
I’ve set some fresh coffee to brew, made a tray of sandwiches. Even cut a little pound cake I found in Thorn’s pantry.
But what I know I want, what I know Thorn wants too is so much more.
With matters of business at hand, I’d rather his hands someplace else.
And not just his hands, I want the whole Thorn experience.
Right. Now.
It’s time, and I only have one first time in this life. And it’s now.
Once lunch is ready to be served, so am I. And I march myself into his room, strip myself, and put on one of his security shirts.
Nothing else.
The man’s so big one of his shirts covers me, although I have to say my chest is a little tight at the front, popping a button or two as I reach for the tray.
Shuddering at the thought of him hard again.
Hoping he won’t be mad or think all this is too silly.
But my fears and a lot more are set aside once I walk into his office, set the tray down, and bend forward just enough so he can see what I know he likes as I lean over.
My bare naked ass and more peeks out from under one of his shirts, setting something out for my man to eat.
Maybe even giving him a choice of what he wants to eat first.
But within seconds, it’s pretty clear Thorn’s mind is made up in sync with my own.
It feels like a lifetime, but nothing compared to how long I’ve waited to feel those hands on my body again.
Thorn swings me around and presses hard up against me from behind, drawing a prolonged gasp from me as I try to reach around for him. Feeling for what I need most.
But he’s already halfway there.
With a firm hand keeping my eyes front, I hear the sound of his other hand unzipping him behind me.
His feet pushing mine further apart as I start to shudder already. Weak at the knees and whimpering for him to fill me up.
To fuck me.
No need for white roses or to even look me in the eyes just yet.
Just get that cock into me, Thorn.
“Make me yours,” I plead with him. “Give it to me… Fuck me,” I manage, before slumping over the side of the heavy leather couch in front of me.
The thick, studded leather groaning under our weight as I hear my shirtfront tear open, Thorn’s grip on my chest as hard as the other hand on my ass, spreading me wide open with his feet even more.
His low sounds of excitement and satisfaction are finally met by his gaze.
I see him behind me.
See myself bent over the thick furniture in a huge brass framed mirror I’ve only just noticed.
Thorn’s been watching me the whole time.
It’s like he has eyes and hands everywhere, and all of them just perfect for this moment.
The moment I know I want him to claim me as his.
Thorn in Rose.
Men of Valor MC.
I’m all in, and I want him to be as well.
“I wanted it to be special, Rose.” Thorn groans, making me groan louder once I feel the hot smoothness of his cock against my thigh, sliding up with the heat of his own arousal.
“It is, Thorn. This is just how I want it. How I want you,” I gasp, willing him to plow into me, but feeling him control the moment, his thick head circling the aching entrance of my now dripping hole.
Our eyes lock in the mirror and I can hear the air sucking between my teeth.
I know he wants to be gentle, but I don’t have gentle on my mind right now.
This ache inside won’t be stilled by gentle.
I need a real man, and this Rose needs her Thorn.
My thick legs, so soft against his stiffen at first, then buckle.
Once his girth starts to fill me from behind I can’t stay upright, only push back harder against him. Feeling his whole body supporting all of me.
His strength taking over for the both of us.
There’s a momentary pressure, and then I gasp loudly, moaning into a long purr once I feel his entire length fill me.
His own deep growl of satisfaction telling me I’m his now.
Mine.
And I know from this moment, there could never be another.
The one I’ve waited for so long has claimed me as his own, about to fill me with his seed.
Letting me give us both the family I know we both crave more than just this moment.
But before he does all this, I know I’m also in for the ride of my life.
His ride.
And I take to it like a duck to water.
I can feel and see my heavy chest bouncing in time with his thrusts from behind.
The sound of his belt buckle and jeans dropping once both his hands grip my hips firmly. He grunts how much he’s wanted this. How hard he’s going to fuck me.