Daddies Underground MC Club
Knox laughs, drawling, raises his beer in a mock toast.
“Did you just—” Lila’s eyes bug out, staring at Davina still in my lap, my cock buried inside her, her body soft and warm and mine. My Little Birdie tries to wiggle, just a tiny, unconscious roll of her hips, chasing the orgasm I denied her, and I tighten my arm around her waist, stopping her cold.
“I did,” I say, calm, conversational, like I’m not balls-deep in her in front of the entire club. “And you didn’t stop me, did you, Little Birdie?” I grip her chin, gentle but firm, turning her sleepy face toward me.
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