Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(115)

“Shit! Fuck!” He took another deep breath and threw his hips forward so hard he impaled me on the bed. “Sabrina!”

Hearing my name on his orgasmic lips did it. I came so hard I nearly tore in two, rocking against his dick, losing my mind as he unloaded pure fire into me. I felt it shoot to my womb, fill me, and then flow out of me, spilling out around us.

So much fire. So much of his essence. So f*cking much.

Feeling him let loose satisfied me at a level I could barely comprehend. We rocked and came together for what felt like half the night. When my muscles stopped pulsing and I could finally breathe again, I crashed flat, sliding off his dick and feeling lava leaking out of me, running down my thighs.

“God damn it. Fuck...just f*ck, babe.” It took him a full minute to collect his breath. “For a virgin girl, you f*ck like you were built for it.”

The bed wobbled one more time as he rolled, falling down next to me hard.

We didn't rest for long.

I curled up against his chest, loving his heat, his closeness. My nerves vibrated, confused and alive with heat and a pleasant sleepiness that wouldn't drag me under until he was ready to let me go.

Before I said anything, Anton pushed his hand between my legs. He found my clit in the slick lubrication we'd both left behind. His fingers pinched it, and then they started to f*ck me for the second time, reaching up inside me and stroking me just right.

“Anton, it's too soon,” I whimpered. “I don't think I can –“

“Shut it. We're f*cking 'til I'm good and spent. I got at least four more rounds before that happens. So do you, Sabrina. When you realize you can keep coming your brains out if I make you, then we can rest.”

His mouth smothered mine before I could protest. More kisses. More fire.

His fingers quickened, rubbing me faster, deeper, and infinitely right. I pushed my thighs together and bucked against his hand, taken to the precipice. When he abruptly pulled away, my face contorted, reminding me of all the conflicting emotions I still had for this man.

But we weren't in this bed beneath the stars to think. Anton spread my legs apart and mounted me a second later, pushing hard and deep, using his dick where his fingers left off.

I came so fast. It would've been embarrassing if it didn't feel so f*cking good.

Clenching around his cock just encouraged him to go full throttle. I gushed and thrashed and came on his pistoning erection, loving the way his heavy balls slapped my ass. Anton fisted my hair and brushed his stubble on my cheek, stamping rampant kisses down my neck, focused on my throat.

He f*cked me until I thought I'd faint. The stars seemed to move across the sky above and behind him, swallowing up the bed, the house, and this whole ridiculous situation.

Everything was devoured except me, him, and the beautiful silvery void around us.

My fingernails raked hard down his back. The sensation must've struck a nerve because he started to f*ck faster still, riding like an animal in heat.

He pulled out, lifted a leg, and got behind me. His huge tattooed muscle held me down while he entered me from the side. My legs flopped like loose scissor blades as he thrust deeper, guiding that metal stud across my velvet like a precision missile.

Dizzying in his strength. Coarse in his whispers. Brutally masculine.

He f*cked me like he owned me, and in bed, he finally did.

I reached for the pillows and tangled them in my hands just as the brimstone in my belly went off. Anton jerked my hair so hard I thought he'd tear a clump out, ramming his cock inside me again and again.

He threw his head back and bellowed. “Fuck, f*ck, f*ck! I'm filling this f*cking *, babe. Filling you up the way you were meant to be filled. Filling you with the only dick that's ever gonna own this beautiful tight cunt.”

His free hand pinched my thigh, holding me open for him, squeezing deep into my tender flesh. The heady mix of pain and pleasure collided and went nova. The stars became fireworks all over again, smeared across my vision, blinded by silver pleasure.

Tempo. Sweat. Spice. Fire.

All my senses fired on maximum as he drove deep and emptied himself inside me. My * instantly came when it took his come, pulsing and burning so fierce it shook every inch of me, threatened to collapse me into his world forever.

Everything became a total blur after that. I think he f*cked me a couple more times, holding me by the hair on all fours, pulling it and slapping my ass to keep me conscious whenever my body tried to shut down.

He rocketed my body right to the stars and hauled me back to earth, always pressing his mouth to my ear when he wasn't kissing or biting or tormenting my nipples with his wicked tongue.

“I f*ck deep enough to feel your pulse, babe. Don't ever forget it. I'll take your heart. I'll take your soul. I'll take your body. And I'll never, ever wanna let go. Don't get any f*cked up ideas, Sabrina. You're bound to me by flesh and blood and sex. Especially the f*cking.” He sucked in a hot breath. “You're goddamned delectable, and I'm f*cking insatiable. I'll never get tired of shooting off in this hot little cunt. Do you hear me, babe? No? Then I'll drill it in loud and clear 'til it echoes in your body forever.”

I'd never been so...so drained by the time it was over. And I mean that in every sense of the word.

I remember him pulling me into his arms and finally listening to his drumming heartbeat guiding me to sleep. We both slept like the dead.