Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(114)

“I just need a second,” I whispered, fighting a stupid smile twisting my lips. “This is crazy. It's all happening like –“

“Just like it's meant to, babe. I knew we'd be f*cking the moment I saw you. Just didn't know I'd want it this bad.”

He pushed his hips against me and grunted. Up and down, up and down, his dick glided over my skin in a wide arc, slathering him in the cream I couldn't stop oozing. It made the next jerks smoother, but I still jumped in his arms when he brushed over my clit.

“You're so damned responsive,” he said. “Maybe I should hold you down. Make you jerk me off with just your squirming when I'm balls deep inside you.”

“Yes!” I hissed, a needy sound so sharp I barely recognized it as my own.

He must've decided the time for talk and teasing was over. Suddenly, he swept lower, manhandling my breasts, pulling the nipples taut between his fingers for his mouth. He sucked one for a good long while and then moved to the next, all while I buckled underneath him, keeping my sanity by brushing my sleek legs against his.

He was growing warmer by the second. When I ran my hands up his spine, it was like touching volcanic rock, something rough and hot the earth had heaved up, chiseled to freak perfection in the mantle.

“Please!” I whimpered when he pulled away from my nipple, now sucked to sweet softness. “I need this, Anton. I want it bad.”

There. He had my confession. Now, I wanted him to push between my legs and take all twenty-two years I'd lived as a stupid virgin in my family's shadow away.

He read my mind. Next thing I knew, the hardness between my legs slipped lower. He raised his hips, pulling my legs tight to his hips, getting his dick in the perfect position.

Growling, he sank into me.

It was slow at first, gradual and just a little bit painful. Good thing my * was so damned wet, still dripping with the need he'd stirred. I buckled, jerked up, steeling myself to take every beautiful inch of him.

He grabbed me, helped me take him deep. My eyes were pinched shut tight when he was finally all the way in, pressing his swollen head somewhere near my womb.

“You good, babe?” He stopped, held himself there, and clasped my chin.

I opened my eyes and nodded. Even if I wasn't, there was no stopping the lunatic need churning in our veins, pulling us together, calling us to f*ck at all costs.

“Good. 'cause now I'm gonna hammer this * to heaven. Hold on and let it all go. The more you come, the better it'll be.”

Like I had any choice.

I had to rough out the first few strokes when he pulled backwards and slammed into me, clinging to the mad desire while his thrusts stretched me to my limits. But every thrust kindled a little more fire, feeding the frenzy building in my core. Muscles sucked, clenched, and relaxed with his rhythm.

My * knew what it wanted, and it quickly adapted to get its greedy way.

Another climax hit me out of nowhere, so fast and unexpected it was almost blinding. It scorched away the rest of the pain and discomfort, leaving only ecstasy in its wake. And it was just one more wave of the long storm he carried through my body, howling into every nerve.

He was f*cking me faster when I opened my eyes and stopped screaming.

My fingers ached from clawing at the sheets. I was surprised they were intact. My grip wasn't so good after coming on his dick, especially with the way he was pounding me into the bed.

Grunts spilled out of his mouth. He panted and f*cked like the huge Russian animal he was. He shook so hard it looked like the firebird tattoo was flapping its wings, scattering its mythic fire, this time all over me.

What little sense of time and self I had left came apart on his thrusts. I came for the third time, breathless and hoarse, feeling his trim hair grinding on my clit. And he wasn't done f*cking me.

He pulled out, flipped me over, holding me by the shoulders. He positioned me on all fours and took me like the mindless, desperate bitch-in-heat I'd become in that moment. Even the beautiful night sky above was nothing.

There was nothing, nothing, nothing except him and I, nothing except this pleasure, nothing except his incredible cock strumming inside me.

“Oh, shit. Shit. Motherf*ck! I hope you're close to blowing again for me, babe, 'cause I'm gonna fill this * up,” he panted. “I'm gonna make you remember my dick throbbing inside you all damned day. You want me to come hard, don't you?”

I nodded. He reached up, fisted my hair, and gave it another good shake.

“Really? I can't f*cking hear you. Listen, if you're not screaming, I'll just f*ck you straight through the next hour. You wanna rest? You better work for it. Make me come by brains out. Beg for my f*cking seed.”

That was when my hips took on a life of their own. I clenched him with my aching muscles so hard my vision blurred. I wanted to milk his dick dry. I wanted to make him break.

I wanted him to lose this demonic control he'd had over me from the moment we'd met – if only for a few glorious seconds.

I bucked wild onto his full, pierced length, meeting his thrusts as hard as I could. Of course, it only quickened the latest climax, the explosions that seemed like they'd never stop as long as he was inside me. That little bead sitting on his tip scratched me in places no woman could resist, and I was no exception.

My body tensed and I screamed, pushing my hair into his fingers. He nearly ripped it out when his fist tightened.