Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(52)

My hands ripped her clothes off, one piece at a time. I pushed my jeans down with a growl, throwing off my coat, rolling the t-shirt underneath it away. My bare ass bumped into the edge of the pizza box, still on the table.

Fuck it, dinner could wait. I'd become possessed by another hunger, and it glowed like a nuclear core, a thousand times stronger than the need to eat.

My arm swept across the table, knocking everything to the floor. Summer looked at me in disbelief, stunned. Didn't leave her a second more than I needed to before I spun her around, pushed her hands against the table, and pushed her legs apart, mounting her from behind.

“Fuck!” It shot outta my mouth like a bullet when I slipped inside her, taking the * I hadn't had for three f*ckin' years, the only one I'd wanted.

“Ohhh!” she moaned, tilting her hair back into my hand, perfect for tangling my fingers in it.

I fisted those dark, sleek locks like I'd missed them for a hundred f*ckin' years. My hips pulled back, winding up, crashing into her again in long, slow, powerful strokes. She moaned, her legs shaking a little more with every beat, that perfect, round ass calling for my palm.

My free hand swept down, clapped her across one ass cheek with a resounding smack. “Scream, baby girl. Scream my f*ckin' name, the one you missed all these years, almost as much as I missed your hot little cunt.”

“Joker!”

I smacked her ass again.

“Jackson!” she moaned.

Goddamn, that set me off. My balls churned like fire, forcing my hips to move a whole lot faster, power f*cking her good and proper.

Her tight, wet heat hadn't changed a bit since having a kid. Shit, she was tighter than most of the whores I'd been f*cking for three years. I'd used condoms a plenty with those bitches, too, but never with this woman.

I never f*ckin' would.

“Say it again,” I growled, slapping my hand across her little ass. Caused her body to seize up, her face flying forward, only to be caught by her hair in my fist, all the better to slam her back on my cock.

Fuck, f*ck, f*ck.

“Joker. Jackson. Baby. God, yes!”

“Yeah, Summertime. Fuck, yeah.”

Damn if I didn't mean it. She could've called me the King of England just then, and I still would've f*cked her faster.

My fist tightened, pulling on those locks, pushing her against the table. My thrusts drove deeper, harder, pushing into her, straight to that belly I'd poured my seed into and knocked the f*ck up years ago.

Couldn't stop my jaw from clenching like a motherf*cker when I thought about it. Having a kid was the last thing I should've wanted.

Now all I wanted was right in front of me, and sleeping in the other room.

My brain went rampant with thoughts of breeding this * again. Nah, not today.

We'd wait and do it right, this time, but I wasn't f*ckin' waiting long.

I'd take her. Mount her. Own her from the inside out, 'til Alex had a brother or sister to laugh and chase.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she stuttered, perfectly synched to her walls wrapping tighter with every stroke.

She was about to blow. Perfect timing for me to reach down, push between her legs, and thumb her clit like a madman.

Summer's body exploded, raging like a furnace, every muscle twitching underneath me. All her power went straight to her *, convulsing around my cock, desperate to suck every greedy drop from my balls.

I gave it a f*ckin' chance. A few more blinding, rough strokes, grunting out my pleasure, and I slammed my hips into hers.

My dick swelled in the middle of her explosion, igniting that charge at the base of my shaft I couldn't hold back for a billion dollars. “Fuck, babe, take it!”

Roaring, I came, pouring it into her, marking my territory. This * got away from me once, but it never would again.

Fucking, pumping, growling like a maniac, I shot my load deep, snarling through the fire rising in my balls. So damned hot it ached.

Halfway through, I was still grinding, holding her against me, practically tearing out her hair. She was screaming, begging, burying her face against the wood. We'd just hashed things out more than words ever could, and we'd be doing it every f*ckin' night from here on out.

My come flooded out the slick spaces where we fit together, dripping down her leg. I kept thrusting, my dick moving with a mind of its own, pushing it deeper, soaking it into her very skin.

“Fuck, that felt good,” she whined. Her voice sounded like it was a mile away.

Hadn't realized how intense the blood was howling in my temples 'til I'd finished. “Yeah,” I said, leaving my cock in her, refusing to pull out 'til my body made me.

Shit, the way it was going, I'd probably stay hard enough to f*ck her all over again before I took it out. My fist pulled her hair, tilting her face for my lips.

We kissed again, a little softer this time. No less sweet.

Goddamn those lips. Damn, this f*ckin' body.

She was a walking, talking, f*cking tease, charming my cock like a witch, even when I'd just pumped her full of me. My tongue wagged against hers, owning her mouth, remembering how good it felt all over my cock and balls last night.

We'd f*cked around twice in the last forty-eight hours.

Once, I'd walked away, too full of my own shit to deal with the consequences.

Wouldn't be happening a second time. Didn't care how much hell she sent my way.