I felt all of this and more, and we hadn’t been together for a full day yet. We’d gone from reluctant friends to full on lovers within the space of hours. And, like most bikers, he either wanted all or nothing. There would be no half measures with him. He wanted me to claim and own. It didn’t matter I’d been with my fair share of men and I wasn’t virtuous or a doormat. Trey seemed to like his women tough. The better we gave, the more we seemed to get from him. After our minor little spat, he laid me back in bed and made love to me like I’d never been serviced in my life. The pleasure was worth every minute I walked around later on in the office, my thighs and sex feeling bruised and battered but completely sated. I hadn’t been worked over by a man like that ever in my life and it was a feeling I could become used to really quickly. I sat at my desk in my office, completely satisfied and over the moon as Gisela walked in and sat across from me. Although still active, her bump was getting bigger with each passing day.
