Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(18)

I gasped when I saw the little silver bullet gleaming on top of his huge, throbbing manhood.

“Is that –“

“Fuck yeah it is, baby, and you're gonna moan yourself hoarse when you feel what it does to you,” he said, fisting his cock in one tight hand. “Just got it last year. Precision made to stroke your little * 'til it creams, screams, and creams some more. It hits all the right buttons and then some. Don't start drooling before you feel it...”

Asshole. Who did he think he was? Really?

Apparently, the man who was about to f*ck me out of this universe.

Leaning up, I slapped his chest, and he caught both my hands. We tumbled down into the grasses again together, him wrestling his way between my legs, pushing the angry, pierced head of his cock against my opening.

He held his length there, wedged between my folds, teasing me as he shoved my hands over my head.

No going back now.

Hell, I couldn't even think about it, feeling the burn, the ache, the agony rising in my core. Muscles I didn't know I had tensed, whining to be f*cked like never before.

“This f*ckin' cherry...mine,” he growled, angling himself up, cocking his hips backward like a trigger on a gun. “Your lips, your tits, your whole f*ckin' body...you guessed it, babe. Mine.”

As soon as he said it, his hips punched forward, pulling him into me. I jerked underneath him, overwhelmed by the sudden sensation of him invading, stretching, pulling me apart.

Pleasure mingled with the slight discomfort. Something tore the deeper he went, snaking to my womb, claiming everything he'd promised. My * tingled, hotter than ever, struggling to adjust to his huge size.

When he'd gotten as far as he could, he stopped, holding himself in. Both of us stared at each other, our chests rising and falling, taking as much of the coolness into our lungs as we could so we wouldn't combust from our inner heat.

“Fuck, you're tight. Roll with it, baby girl. Feel me f*ck you every time I dig in and out, and you f*ck back. This is the best f*ckin' night of your life, and I'm gonna make damned well sure you remember every smokin' second.”

Lofty promises that could've put the devil himself to shame. The evil skull on his chest with the smoking guns next to it seemed to agree, grinning wide.

This cocky biker bastard and his promises.

I should've known by now he'd make good on every single one of them. His hips rolled, and I watched his big slab of a chest swell as he inhaled new breath.

Joker's cock dipped back before pushing into me again. Then it happened again.

Again.

Again!

Each thrust a little harder, a little more strewn with his hot, thick breath warming my face.

He dipped his head and kissed me. We twined tongues while the fire in my body rose with every stroke.

He rocked me like the machine he was, completely built for this, made for f*cking a woman's body into full submission.

And God, did I surrender to it all.

I gave it up, gave him everything, moaning while my greedy * tightened around his cock. My body wanted to pull him deeper, feel him explode inside me.

We rocked, sweated, and gasped in between fresh kisses on the grassy hill. Even the coolness underneath my back couldn't quell the heat now.

It came ripping through my veins like liquid fire, calling for release, turning my muscles to stones one thrust at a time. I bucked desperately into his hips, fighting through the initial hurt in my body.

His thrusts turned pain to pure pleasure like coal turning to diamond. I was the anvil, and he was the hammer, his huge, beautiful body slamming into mine until every part of me glowed and ached.

A minute later, I had my hands around his neck, tightening my legs around his back. He was f*cking me so hard and fast it should've hurt. His thick balls punched my ass each time he drove into me, quickening the staccato rhythm between us.

My mouth opened a little bit at a time, too full of shock and awe to brace for his kisses. He must've sensed what was happening. He stopped mid-stroke to reposition us, raising himself up, throwing my trembling legs over his shoulders.

When he drove into me again, that fiery itch I'd had rising erupted into lava.

Sweet. Merciful. Fuck.

Pleasure couldn't describe the ecstasy tearing through me anymore. His body swept mine up and crashed into me again, smothering me with pleasure, igniting every nerve I had with a delicate, needy sweetness that hit my brain in a fireball.

The flame building in my belly exploded.

Yes, yes, shit yes!

My mouth formed a perfect circle while I clenched him with everything I had.

My hands, my feet, my poor little *, totally overwhelmed with every thrust...every part of me, I wanted tangled up with him, so lost in his body that I couldn't find where mine ended and his began.

His stamina was relentless. I expected him to slow, to crash, to climax with me, like two great waves crashing together.

Instead, he f*cked me straight through my climax, smashing his mouth down on mine and pushing his body faster.

Yes, faster. I lost my mind, feeling him spiking in and out of me, pounding my hips into the soft, sweet earth.

Halfway through it, I bit into his bottom lip, desperate to keep breathing as his earthquake shook me apart.

His fist pulled angrily at my hair. “You're f*ckin' lucky I love those little teeth, Summertime. Next time you do that shit, you better draw blood. I'll f*ck you even harder when you do.”