Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 91

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Chapter 91

Gunner POV

Cora arrived as I was plating up some food. Again, Scones had made something for both of us; these all–nighters have knobs on them. I am not an all–night person. Manning the doors as an enforcer never goes all night, and staring at a screen was never my forte; my eyes felt raw, and rubbing them only made it worse, and my back ached from leaning over that computer, staring all night. I am so in need of a hot shower and a massage. I can shower, but I doubt I would get a massage.

“How was your day?” Cora asks as she enters the kitchen, giving Scones a hug, who was closer to Cora when she walked in.

“Where’s my hug? Am I relegated to the back of the line?” I pretended to pout, making my bottom lip quiver as if I was going to cry. I must have looked a sight because both Scones and Cora burst out laughing at my

poor acting skills.

“My poor big baby, come here and let me give you a hug,” Scones said, moving to hug me.

My eyes flew wide, my mouth dropped open, as Scones pulled me to her and patted me on my back. My eyes started in disbelief at Cora, who was holding her side as she laughed and laughed, her loud, joyous laughter warmed me, easing the stress of the night.

Cora wiped her eyes from tears of joy and moved to join the group hug.

“What’s going on? a Celebration?” Dizzy asked as she walked into the kitchen. It was breakfast preparation

time for her.

“The successful return from work after a long night,” Scones answered for all of us, as we separated from

each other.

“Dinner and bed, and in that order.” I picked up the two plates that Scones had just made and moved to the corner table, away from the ladies who would be arriving to help get breakfast ready for those who lived at the clubhouse.

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Cora took both our plates after we cleaned them and was about to rinse them and put them in the dishwasher when Dizzy took them from her.

“Go to bed, you look like you can barely stand on your feet. Go, both of you.” Dizzy ushered us out the door. I pulled Cora to me and collected her into my arms, carrying her bridal style up the stairs, past watchful eyes and smirks,

Cora pushed the door open, and I booted it closed behind me.

“Shower or straight to bed?” I asked, happy with either choice, we had planned on a few hours‘ sleep and then move to our new home. This afternoon, her father will arrive, and Cora will meet him face to face for the very first time. She admitted that she was scared. Scared that he will hurt her like he hurt her mother, or that Cora liked him and was deemed unworthy of being his daughter. Nothing I could say or do could

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diminish her fears. In the end, I had said she was worthy in my eyes, and I would never deliberately hurt her.

“Bed,” Cora murmured into my neck, holding on like she didn’t want to let go.

Placing my precious cargo on the bed, I proceeded to divest Cora of her clothes. Each layer revealed more of her tones, silky skin, which can’t wait to kiss and grope. Cora watched me as I undressed her, folding each item of clothing and placing them neatly on the nearby chair, a look of longing in her eyes. She didn’t move a muscle as she waited to see what I had planned.

Good, we are on the same page. I think. My need for her was great, like ready to blow, and I wasn’t even in her yet.

Quickly shucked my clothes, not bothering to fold them neatly as I had hers, and moved to the bed, staring down at the goddess before me. Cora squirmed, moving her hips, as if getting some friction to relieve the

growing need between her legs. That small action had my shaft hardening and pulse with expectation.

The bed dipped as I climbed on, crawling over to Cora. I took both her hands in mine and raised them about her head. This action had her chest move, and my eyes dropped to that movement, and I lowered my face to her n****e, drawing it into my mouth, suckling and gently biting the tip. Moving to the other one and giving it the same treatment, moving up her body, nibbling her neck, and eventually finding her lips, I used my tongue, asking permission to enter. She parted her lips, and I plunged my tongue in.

Cora tried to move her hands from my grip, but I tightened my grip, stopping her from removing them from

my control.

I removed one hand, holding her hands in one of mine; my hand was more than enough to engulf her two small ones comfortably, and I fondled her, caressing Cora’s body slowly, running the back of my hand down her neck, over her chest, down her toned torso. Small groans of need escaped her mouth, entering mine, and she wiggled as if what I was doing tickled.

“Gunner, please.” Cora’s needy voice broke the quiet of the room; the only sounds before then had been my kissing, sucking, and her small mews.

“What do you want?” I needed to hear what Cora wants me to do, a hard and fast or a $low and gentle, my choices are endless.

“YOU…Now!!! I need you, Gunner, please.” Cora wiggled again and tried to pull her hands from mine. “More information, Babe.” I nibbled her ear as I whispered to her, then kissed her lobe.

“Inside me now? All of you, fill me up.” I let Cora pull her hands free, and she dug her nails into my posterior, causing some delightful pain.

“Then? What! Cora, what do you want me to do?” Cora growled at me.

“Stop asking questions, and do it, NOW.” I chuckled, lifting my torso away from her, my hips just touching hers, my need nestled close to her core. Cora tried to maneuver herself so my shaft would enter her.

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“Tell me, hard and fast or.” I didn’t get to finish the question, as Cora moaned in frustration, pushing her hips up at me, and blowing out a long breath.

“Hard, give it to me, now Cora moved her hips again, rubbing against my engorged member, making me smile at her urgency, her desperate need.

“Thank you, that’s a start at least.” I plunged into her in one hard, fast thrust.

Then stopped, deep inside, waiting.

“What? Don’t stop, Gunner. Why tease me like this?” Cora asked, trying to move me, which was an impossible feat, and then wiggled trying to get something to happen, but nothing would with my say so,

not that I was being mean, but if I didn’t stop and wait, I would have exploded then and there, with only a

couple of thrusts. I was that close and worked up; we hadn’t been together for a few days, and I needed a

release.

Slowly, I started again, not as hard and fast as I had intended; my own needs proved I had to start slow if I

wanted this to last.

“Faster. Harder.” Cora demanded. I stopped and lowered my hand to rub her nub, giving her the friction she

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