Firebrand Motorcycle Club: Complete Series Box Set Read Online Free Page A
Author: Christy Rose
with so many beeps and whistles. It was even harder when a nurse constantly entered the room to check on me. Now if they woke me up for a sponge bath, then I could hardly complain.
I dreamed of Rebecca Holmes giving me a dirty sponge bath, wearing nothing but lace lingerie. Her hands ran the wet sponge all over my body. I revealed my large snake to her and Rebecca gasped. She wrapped the sponge around my erection and washed me up and down.
“You've been such a bad boy,” she cooed. Rebecca slowly took off her sexy underwear and undid her hair from a ponytail. She bit down on the pen she held between her fingers, running her tongue along the tip. I was so close to coming. If she would just take me in her mouth and finish me off.
Rebecca turned around and bent over, giving me the view I deserved. She returned to the sponge against my hard cock. The warm water massaged me as she worked my shaft with both hands. Her arms pushed her large breasts together, making a valley of cleavage.
I was so close. My cock became engorged. I screamed Rebecca's name as I sprayed all over her chest, plastering her with my milky seed.
“Rise and shine, Mr. King.” I was pulled from my dream in an instant. I looked over to see Rebecca by the window. “Do you always scream my name in your dreams?”
Holy fuck! She was in the room and heard my entire sex dream. But maybe I could use that to my advantage. “It's hard not to moan your name when you're doing the filthiest things to me.”
Rebecca fake laughed. “Very funny, Mr. King.” She opened the blinds and flooded the room with light.
I put my arm over my eyes and hid beneath. “Go away, Mom. I'm too sick to go to school.”
Rebecca had so many barriers up. How could I break through? She brought out her clipboard and began flipping through the papers. “I have the results from the tests and it all looks normal.”
“Does that mean I can go home today?”
“Not yet. We still need to get you walking around and eating solid foods.”
I sat up in bed. “Well what are we waiting for, Doc? Let's go take a romantic stroll on the beach.” Rebecca took my arm and helped me off the bed. My knees were no longer wobbly and my legs felt stronger. I took a couple steps forward and already felt better.
“Good job. Now let's go out into the hallway.”
I nodded and walked slowly. Even though my legs felt one-hundred percent, I didn't want Rebecca to leave my side. I pretended I could barely walk. We reached the hallway and a few of the Firebrand MC were waiting outside.
“Look! The man can walk,” Big Mike announced, slow clapping.
I nodded and bowed. “Yes, and for my next trick I'll turn water into beer.”
Claire approached Rebecca and walked next to us. “Can Iron come home tonight, Doc?”
“Not yet,” Rebecca replied, focusing on keeping me upright. “He still needs to rest a bit more.”
Claire walked in front of us and stopped us in our tracks. “Come on, Doc. He seems perfectly fine. Let me take him home and I'll look after him.”
“I'm sorry but he's staying here,” Rebecca said with a sense of finality. Claire could steamroll over most women but Rebecca wasn't like most women. She could hold her own.
We made a lap around the hospital and returned to my room. Even though I faked needing help for most of the walk, I was completely out of breath when we got back. “Thanks for the exercise, Rebecca. Maybe when I get out of here, you can train me personally.”
She tried not to respond but a tiny smile formed at the corner of her mouth. I was getting through that tough exterior of hers. It wouldn't be much longer until her legs were wrapped around my back as I pounded into her. “I don't think that would be appropriate, Mr. King.”
“Well then if we can't exercise together, how about a drink?”
Rebecca looked me directly in the eyes. She was scared of something
I dreamed of Rebecca Holmes giving me a dirty sponge bath, wearing nothing but lace lingerie. Her hands ran the wet sponge all over my body. I revealed my large snake to her and Rebecca gasped. She wrapped the sponge around my erection and washed me up and down.
“You've been such a bad boy,” she cooed. Rebecca slowly took off her sexy underwear and undid her hair from a ponytail. She bit down on the pen she held between her fingers, running her tongue along the tip. I was so close to coming. If she would just take me in her mouth and finish me off.
Rebecca turned around and bent over, giving me the view I deserved. She returned to the sponge against my hard cock. The warm water massaged me as she worked my shaft with both hands. Her arms pushed her large breasts together, making a valley of cleavage.
I was so close. My cock became engorged. I screamed Rebecca's name as I sprayed all over her chest, plastering her with my milky seed.
“Rise and shine, Mr. King.” I was pulled from my dream in an instant. I looked over to see Rebecca by the window. “Do you always scream my name in your dreams?”
Holy fuck! She was in the room and heard my entire sex dream. But maybe I could use that to my advantage. “It's hard not to moan your name when you're doing the filthiest things to me.”
Rebecca fake laughed. “Very funny, Mr. King.” She opened the blinds and flooded the room with light.
I put my arm over my eyes and hid beneath. “Go away, Mom. I'm too sick to go to school.”
Rebecca had so many barriers up. How could I break through? She brought out her clipboard and began flipping through the papers. “I have the results from the tests and it all looks normal.”
“Does that mean I can go home today?”
“Not yet. We still need to get you walking around and eating solid foods.”
I sat up in bed. “Well what are we waiting for, Doc? Let's go take a romantic stroll on the beach.” Rebecca took my arm and helped me off the bed. My knees were no longer wobbly and my legs felt stronger. I took a couple steps forward and already felt better.
“Good job. Now let's go out into the hallway.”
I nodded and walked slowly. Even though my legs felt one-hundred percent, I didn't want Rebecca to leave my side. I pretended I could barely walk. We reached the hallway and a few of the Firebrand MC were waiting outside.
“Look! The man can walk,” Big Mike announced, slow clapping.
I nodded and bowed. “Yes, and for my next trick I'll turn water into beer.”
Claire approached Rebecca and walked next to us. “Can Iron come home tonight, Doc?”
“Not yet,” Rebecca replied, focusing on keeping me upright. “He still needs to rest a bit more.”
Claire walked in front of us and stopped us in our tracks. “Come on, Doc. He seems perfectly fine. Let me take him home and I'll look after him.”
“I'm sorry but he's staying here,” Rebecca said with a sense of finality. Claire could steamroll over most women but Rebecca wasn't like most women. She could hold her own.
We made a lap around the hospital and returned to my room. Even though I faked needing help for most of the walk, I was completely out of breath when we got back. “Thanks for the exercise, Rebecca. Maybe when I get out of here, you can train me personally.”
She tried not to respond but a tiny smile formed at the corner of her mouth. I was getting through that tough exterior of hers. It wouldn't be much longer until her legs were wrapped around my back as I pounded into her. “I don't think that would be appropriate, Mr. King.”
“Well then if we can't exercise together, how about a drink?”
Rebecca looked me directly in the eyes. She was scared of something
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