Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(121)

“I gave you a chance,” I said, shaking my head. “Looks like you're not gonna believe anything I say.”

“No! No, it's not that. It's just that I'm trying to digest all this. Please, Anton, it's hard. I'm not used to playing these spy games and killing like you are.”

I stopped mid-step and my arm tightened around her neck. “You don't need to get used to it. You only gotta do your job and scope your uncle's shit out once, feed it back to us. I told you to stop doubting me, babe. Now we're done talking.”

Her eyes widened, full of wonder at what I was gonna do. Pushing her up the single step to the gazebo, I walked her inside it, straight to the smooth marble bench near the back. I sat on it, spinning her around, never letting her outta my grasp.

“Anton! It's so cold here...”

She tried to resist as I yanked off her skirt. Cold or not, I wasn't stopping. I was gonna give her one helluva send off 'til we met again. One last wild night to make damned sure she did what I said and came back, to make her forget about her fear, to make her trust and believe me.

I'd make her come so f*cking hard it blew her brains out, and then I'd stuff whatever the f*ck I wanted in her head. This girl was mine, dammit, and I wanted everything – body, mind, and soul.

She whimpered and stiffened up in the cool night air, bracing her bare legs against me. I'd let her keep the sweater on for this part, long as she buckled up and came for me like a good girl.

Sabrina moaned softly as I reached up her skirt and fisted her panties. They came down her sleek legs in one jerk. She stepped out of them and turned.

However conflicted she'd been a couple of minutes ago, her * sure didn't show it. She was swollen, wet, and waiting for me. When I saw the pearly slickness between her legs, my dick thumped hard in my pants, bouncing with thick, hot blood pumping through it.

Shit, I needed her. Needed her taste, her smell, the sweet f*cking music she made when I nailed her clit.

“Anton!” She called my name once and I silenced her with a jerk forward.

My face dove between her legs and I pinched her ass tight, giving her no way to go but into my mouth. My tongue found what it was looking for. I smiled as I opened my lips, digging into her sweetness, teasing her lower lips with slow, sensual licks.

The girl deserved a little warm up before I caused her whole body to quake with my tongue.

Her nipples must've been hard as f*ck beneath the sweater. I'd get to sucking them a little later, but f*ck if I didn't treat her clit the same way. I found it with my teeth and pinched tight, letting her roll her hips, slowly working on my mouth just perfect.

My fingers pinched her ass harder. She'd show me how bad she wanted this, or I'd drag out this orgasm 'til dawn.

It didn't take long. Sabrina became a rocking, moaning, oozing mess, grinding her * into my lips, circling her clit against my tongue. When she least suspected it, I took her, opened her, sucked her tenderest target into my mouth.

That little nub got sucked deep and smothered with licks. Fucking incredible. My assault was too ferocious and she tried to squirm outta my grip, but I held on for dear life. No f*cking way was she getting away before her body seized like lightning.

Fuck, she tasted good. Her cream drove me on, licking deeper, faster. My fingers helped her * slide back and forth on my lips. I was f*cking coated in her juices by the time she came.

The girl went off like a seething volcano, running her fingers through my hair and screaming like a banshee. I made sure she didn't topple to the ground when her knees went weak. Her little clit throbbed between my lips as she lost control, giving it all up, giving me everything I wanted.

I knew right then I'd never get tired of tormenting her like this. No woman would ever compare to making this one come. Nobody else would ever start a fire in my guts that wouldn't stop burning 'til she was owned, branded, under my control.

She was shaking when she came down from the orgasmic high. I helped her onto the stone bench. Her little ass jerked, too cool for comfort.

Too damned bad. She'd be full of fire again soon enough. My dick thumped against my trousers like a f*cking battery ram, and now was the perfect time to let it frolic.

Her legs were open, still trembling when I got on the bench and started taking off my clothes. She watched me undo my shirt and then the dark pants. Fuck, no use keeping the boxers on too. They slid down my strong thighs and hit the ground, and I joined her, naked in the cool, glorious dark.

“God. I'm freezing,” she whispered, tucking her hands around her breasts, trying to tug her jacket lower to cover up what I'd exposed.

My lips quirked. Silly girl. Didn't she know the rest of what she had on was coming off right now?

Freezing or not, she didn't fight me as I drew off the jacket and then unzipped her dress, rolling it all the way off, then working on the lacy black bra underneath. My cock jerked when I saw her pink nipples pointing at the stars. I couldn't have stopped my mouth for anything in the world.

Her temperature flushed and overheated less than a minute after I sucked the first. She tasted so f*cking good all over, every delicate part of her, curves upon curves begging to be conquered. Her back arched against me when I started on the other one, taking my sweet time, pinching the wet soft nip I'd already sucked between my fingers.

Her hips shifted against mine. We both knew damned well what she wanted, and her sneaky little body brushed against my cock, calling me home, calling me to f*ck.