Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(19)

Harder? Harder?!

Was he out of his mind? When his hips sped up again, I knew he wasn't.

My legs could barely stay tangled around him as he pistoned his hips full throttle.

Joker f*cked me into the ground. My hips slid against the earth, tearing up the grass, consumed with the pleasure swallowing me whole.

Bastard. Even during sex, I wanted to keep fighting him. I couldn't let go of the love-hate insta-connection we had.

Nothing – not even this mind blowing sex – could wipe away three years of mixed emotions in one go.

And so, I held on tight, f*cking him back as hard as I could. When he kissed me, I returned it like a whore, throwing off the shy, virgin shackles that ruled me for so long.

He wanted teeth? I let him have them.

I bit his lip so hard I tasted a metal. He growled like an animal into my mouth, fisted my hair, and pushed both our heads to the ground. The leverage only got his cock inside me deeper, like a railroad spike slamming through steel.

God, that piercing on the tip of his cock, I could really feel it now. The soft, silvery little bullet attached to him caressed me from the inside out; hot, tingling, and magnificent.

My nails racked his back. He grunted each time he thrust, all the way to my womb, shaking me with all the force his hips had.

“The f*ck's gotten into you?” he whispered, tearing his face away from me so I could see that tiny cut I'd left on his bottom lip. “You wanna play rough, Summertime? You sure you wanna f*ckin' do that?”

“You know I do,” I said, speaking through the lightning coming quicker in my body. “If that's what it takes to make you come with me this time...”

“Fuck,” he growled. “Fuck!”

Next thing I knew, he'd pulled out, flipping me over like a tornado.

He pushed his palm on my back and grabbed my hair, causing me to arch onto all fours. His palm cracked across my ass before he pushed inside me again, snarling as he did, my hair more tangled than ever in his hand.

“Fuck me like the greedy little bitch you are,” he said, his voice as rough as his hips crashing into mine. “Fuck me. Make me come. Show me what you've got, Summertime, or I'm gonna tan this little ass 'til you can't sit for a f*ckin' week.”

God! The savage threat ruined me.

Orgasm rose up and lodged in my belly, stretching to my throat. I dug my fingers into the ground for precious support and rocked my knees as fast as I could, slamming my ass into his pubic bone, f*cking and grinding him like I'd lost it for good.

Hell, maybe I had.

Good girls didn't f*ck like this.

Virgins never did.

They didn't give into all the filthy, nasty things they'd read in dirty books and fantasized about when the man they desired stepped into their dreams.

They didn't surrender this easy, this crazy to a man who'd use them as nothing more than another notch in his bedpost.

But out here on the grassy hill, with his pierced cock wrecking my better senses, nothing was off the table.

I became someone else underneath him. And after all the bad news I've lived through these past three years, I loved it.

I let it happen.

Panting like a mad woman, I started growling too, thrashing with my hair in his fist every time he filled me with his cock.

“Fill me,” I said, barely recognizing my own voice through the chokehold pleasure had on my neck. “I want to feel you come. Do it, goddamn you!”

“What the f*ck did you just say?” he whispered, slowing his strokes just enough to leave me on the edge, burning up.

“You. Heard. Me.”

“Yeah,” he said, making his thrusts slower, shallower, his free hand reaching between my legs. “Maybe I did, babe. Maybe I f*ckin' did. Maybe you're about to get shot so full I knock your * up.”

Damn! Why did he say that?

His thumb found my clit and my entire body seized. His fist jerked hard, pulling my face up to the open sky, where I saw the stars above us becoming bright and thick as a blizzard.

“Joker! Jackson! Holy hell!”

Never knew how I managed to sputter through the blinding pleasure picking up and slamming me back down again. I barely felt Joker's thumb brushing my clit anymore, but I knew it was there from the shocks exploding in my body.

His insane talk about knocking me up, that had to be fantasy. But in the heat of the moment, my body didn't know that. I gave in, and let him ravish me, anyway he wanted.

He f*cked me fierce.

He f*cked me rough.

He f*cked me until I came crashing down, wrapped around his cock, panting his name through clenched teeth.

I didn't think it could get any hotter. But then he came.

Oh, God. Shit.

The bastard buried himself to the hilt and roared, lifting my face to his with my hair locked in his stern fist. His lips touched mine the second he swelled inside me. He sucked every last desperate sound from my body when he erupted.

“Fuck, little Summer, I'm coming! Spilling the whole f*ckin' load inside you!”

Fire. Hot and brilliant and intense as the stars spinning above us poured into me.

My * clenched and convulsed all over again.

Locked together, we thrashed and bucked and came.

Kissing and biting. Gasping for air. Calling each other's names in guttural, scratchy voices so wracked with pleasure they were barely coherent.