Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 124

Chapter 124

Demetri POV

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Scones woke up too early; it was barely five o’clock. I watched as she walked to the bathroom

naked, her cheeks tightening and relaxing, the sway of her hips, naturally, not putting extra sway in them, to attract me. Everything about Scones was genuine, her laugh, smile, body, like her body had meat on it, not a walking body of bones, her hair, her eyes, she doesn’t fill her face with makeup, a light bit of something around the eyes, making them pop and lipstick, was about all she used, it was a nice change, than kissing a woman on the cheek and getting a mouthfull of makeup, some making your mouth go dry, when it his your tongue, guess that’s why ladies air kiss, because they don’t want to get someone elses make up on them. Don’t get me wrong, on most ladies it

looks good, some do go overboard in my opinion, and it makes you wonder what they are hiding under all that makeup, but if that’s what a lady enjoys, so be it, just not something I am overly fond

of, my friend said once, do marry a lady who loves a lot of makeup and jewelry, as they will become

high maitnenance, I had to laugh, becuase that’s exactly what he married, and said he talks from experience, and an empty wallet.

I threw the bedding aside, and followed Scones into the bathroom, did my business, and climbed

in the shower behind her, I slip my around her body, and lowered my head to her neck,

nuzzling, nibbling, biting her neck, she tilted her neck to give me more access hot water ran down

to roa

my back, as I used me hands her chest, Scones tilted her head back, leaning it on my

chest, as I enjoyed kissing and fondling her body.

“Hmm, are you going to play with me, or take me to the end?” Scones cheekily asked, pushing her

arse against my engorged shaft. I assumed I was moving too slowly for her, but perfectly for me.

No need to rush to the end; it’s more pleasurable to take my time, for both of us.

I lowered one hand, placed my shaft between her legs, and pushed forward, sliding it along her

folds, coating my shaft with her moisture. It was different to the shower water; I could tell the

difference between her essence and the water. Raised my hand back up to enjoy her chest, and

back to kissing her neck and nibbling her ears.

“Hmm, more,” Scones begged, pushing against me again, my shaft still between her legs. She

closed hers a little, trying to make more friction over her core.

“More what?” I whispered, knowing exactly what she wanted but enjoying making her work for it.

“More you, slide the big boy inside me.” I loved how she begged, calling my shaft a big boy, at least

it was now called fat boy, that would be too much like my bike.

I pushed her forward so her hands were on the wall, and I used my foot to spread her legs, giving

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me easier access from behind. I moved in between her feet, and grabbed her hips and pulled my shaft along her folds till I lined up with her entrance. I used one hand to ensure I lined up right,

rubbed my end over her entrance, using my body to take the water, shielding it from reaching

where I was working between her legs. At the same time, I coated myself in her natural juices, her

groans giving me enough information to push inside her. The temperature difference was instant,

her body warmer than the water cascading down my back; it felt so good.

I started slowly, holding her still with one hand on her hip and waist, and the other on her back,

keeping her at an angle that worked for me.

“Deme, please, harder, faster.” I loved the way Scones shortened my name. I should give her my

road name. I was surprised she hadn’t picked it up when one of my men called me it instead of

“boss” or “pres,” as the rest had. I only use that name when we are on the bikes. Undercover, we do

a lot of goverenment work, using the bikes, infultrating, runs, looking for drugs or guns, it was part

of the job, that the FBI gave us, meet the different clubs, and work out who were dirty and who

enjoyed riding and being part of a club, it’s different, one club we found trafficed children, and

women, that was a hard job, trying to work out the leader of the trafficing, the club was the

supplier, we needed the rest, took two years of hard work, before the FBI rounded them up, this

sort of information, I can’t share with anyone, it would blow our whole operation, that has been

working well for years, we all know whats at stake if we share outside our group, even the married

ones can’t give too much to their wives, it’s a hard job sometime. We are all close to closing this

section down. The men are okay with some of it, but this harder undercover work had to close for

all of our sakes.

“You like it rough,” I stated grufly, as I moved both hands to her hips, and gripped tighter, thrusting inside her at the same time, as pulling and guiding her into me, by her hips, she didn’t need to do

anything, but let me do the work, her moans of pleasure, and her attempt to be part of it, by

clenching her core, around my shaft, making the tunnel tighter, Scones had great inner control, it

nearly caused me to blow my load, the very first time she did that, but I am aware of it now, and

was ready for her to try something.

“Yes, there, I am going to cum.” Scones called out, as I continued to thrust against her, chasing my

own release, we shouted out each other’s names at the same time.

Lucky I was holding onto Scone’s hips, as she almost fell weak–kneed to the floor.

We finished our shower, and I wrapped a towel around Scones and one around my waist. We

entered her room together; she dried herself, got dressed, towel–dried her hair, and put it in a braid,

all with minimal fuss. By the time I was dressed and ready to leave, so was Scones. It was good to

have a woman who didn’t take hours to get dressed as my mother did; Dad used to complain all

the time.

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We were in the dining hall, by six, eating something the other ladies prepared. I could see Scones

eyeing it with suspicion, guessing handing over the reins ever for one meal has Scones wary, she

will have to get used to not having control of the kitchen any more, it wsa time for her to share the responsibility, Scones used to put in far too many hours in that kitchen, and from what she had told

me, not a lot of gratitude, especially from the ladies, that expect to be waited on, usually that was

new ladies, who soon find they are not special after all.

Scones were not beyond putting salt in shakers and sugar in salt shakers to shut them up or add

some extra spice to their food. Yep, she doesn’t take to bullying of any kind; she’s a strong lady

who has not been appreciated enough over the years.

“Did you make us some treats for the road? I have a water bag, but nothing to eat.” I asked as we

finished up our meal.

“Sure, I will get it from the pantry if no one has taken them.” Scones collected our plates and

headed to the kitchen.

Blockhead approached me when I was alone.

“Ready to leave, word is that the delivery company had sent out two vans to redo the run that

wasn’t completed. Do you need us to follow or leave it for the club members?”

“Leave it, no need to show our hand yet, let’s enjoy this weekend’s ride, and regroup on Monday.”

He nodded and left as Scones came back out of the hall, heading to me, a smile on her face,

guessing her snacks weren’t all takea

“All safe,” Scones announced, patting the bag she had over her shoulder.

“Sounds like I am in luck, then, your homemade goodies are far better than any shop–bought ones.”

I placed my arm around her waist and headed to my bike, where we put some of the treats in the

saddlebags and two bottles of water that Scones grabbed, even though I told her I had water

covered. Gunner arrived with Cora on the back, and the car park soon sounded loud as the bikes all

started up and the Oddball shouted, ‘It’s time.‘

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