Forbidden (Motorcycle Club Romance): Trista and Blaze 1 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club)

Forbidden (Motorcycle Club Romance): Trista and Blaze 1 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club) by Savannah Rylan Read Free Book Online

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Authors: Savannah Rylan
kissed me, long and hard, my resolve waning. For a moment, I forgot that I wasn’t allowed to be with him. He was a prospect. Totally off limits.
    That just made me want him even more.
    He pressed me up against the wall, his fingers digging into my ass. I couldn’t control the want I had for him any longer. I pushed against his mouth again, devouring it, as I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling gently on the thick strands.
    He moaned, and tossed me onto the pool table, pulling off my shirt, ripping it in the process. I released my bra for him, and he tugged at his belt, our lips never detaching. He slipped his hand under my panties, running his fingers lightly up and down my slit.
    I groaned with pleasure and want. He took his mouth off mine to suck my wetness off his fingers. That movement alone almost brought me to climax. I quickly unclasped his jeans, and pulled them down with one hand, while the other reached into his boxers, and grabbed his rock hard shaft, squeezing slightly.
    “This is how I say thank you.”
    He jerked at the feel of my hands on him, and I slowly started to stroke, gently biting his nipples as I kissed my way down to where my hands were. I ran my tongue over the tip of his cock, tasting the saltiness of the pre-cum. I slid him into my mouth, and attempted to go slowly, but the taste of him drove me wild, and I moved faster, taking him deeper.
    “Hold on, sweetheart. If you move any quicker, this thing will be over before it begins,” he said, pulling my mouth off him with a pop. But I just couldn’t stop.
    “Ahh!” He gave up on pulling me off of him, and began to move my head up and down, pushing himself into the back of my throat. I gladly took him deeper, suckling and slurping him along the way. I began to massage his balls, as my mouth moved rapidly over his cock. I could tell he was close, so, to push him over the edge, I tugged on his sack a little bit, pinching them lightly, as he thrust himself into my mouth as deep as he could go, feeling the saltiness spill down my throat.
    I licked him dry, and then stood up, feeling pretty proud of myself.
    “That’s some way of saying thanks.” He smiled, pulling his pants back on.
    “Listen, this was fun and all, but it—” I had to tell him, he was a prospect, I was a member. This couldn’t work.
    “Taylor? You up here?” Rocco yelled as I put on my shirt.
    “Shit!” I tossed the rest of his clothes at him, and fled to a bedroom to get dressed. It wasn’t a second later Rocco’s footsteps hit the top step.
    “What the hell are you doing up here, man? There’s plenty of pussy downstairs, no need to do it alone.”
    “Uhh yeah, just cleaning up. You know,” Blaze responded.
    “Let’s get you downstairs, ya nasty ass. Time to get that cut.”
    I peered out from behind the door to see Rocco taking him downstairs. That was close. But damn if it didn’t feel good.
    I waited almost an hour before going downstairs; didn’t want to create suspicion. Blaze wore his cut and worked with Larry behind the bar. He was officially in. I wondered how that made him feel. And how that would affect whatever the hell it was we were doing. Because I wanted to do it again, and again. I sat down at the bar just when the phone started ringing.
    “You gonna get that, Prospect?”
    He smiled at me devilishly. “Thought the phone was for members only?”
    I rolled my eyes. “Fine I’ll get it.”
    The room was so loud I could hardly hear the woman on the other end of the line. “Shut up! All of you!”
    “Hello, who is this?”
    “My name is Pam. I work in the justice department. Someone told me you pay for info.”
    “Sometimes, depends how good it is.”
    “They have Axel in custody. Some shit went down with Las Almas, and he’s hurt. They’re doing some work, but he’s going to San Quentin.”
    “Fuck. Thanks for the tip.” I hung up.
    Rogue sauntered up to me. “Something going on, baby doll?” He smelled like whiskey; he always

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