(LANCE)
The chapel doors slammed shut behind us, sealing out the chaos of the patch party. I dropped into the massive President’s throne — the black leather chair that had been mine since I took the gavel — and yanked Eliona onto my lap.
“Straddle me,” I ordered, already freeing my c**k. “Ride your President on his throne like the Queen you are now.”
She climbed on without hesitation, leather cut open, skirt bunched around her waist. I gripped her hips and pulled her down hard, impaling her soaked p***y on my thick c**k in one brutal stroke. Eliona moaned loudly as she sank all the way down, taking every inch.
“f**k yes,” I growled, hands digging into her ass as she started riding me. “Bounce on that c**k, baby. Let the whole club hear their new Old Lady claiming her throne.”
She rode
