Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(111)

“You taste even f*cking better than I imagined. I'd give up whiskey for that sweet little cunt.”

I laughed, slapping his shoulders again. Okay, now I knew he'd lost his mind. But Brass acted perfectly sane and determined as he brought his hands to his boxers. My eyes followed, and I noticed the monstrous hard-on straining there, looking like it would punch through the thin fabric any second.

Horny curiosity tingled through me. I swept one hand down below his belly, reaching for his dick. I found it, and squeezed, hissing through my teeth.

God, he was big. Hard. Ready to f*ck me through the floor, just like I wanted.

Brass wrapped his hand over mine and gripped, making me squeeze him harder. “That's what you want, babe? Okay. I would've taken a switchblade in the guts for you. But I sure like satisfying this f*cking need a whole lot more...”

I pursed my lips, trying not to drool all over the floor. My * wouldn't stop melting as I felt his ridge, running my fingers over it, sensing his pulse in my fingertips.

“Do it.” It was my turn to whisper those words.

Brass didn't need any reminders. He hooked his fingers to his boxers and jerked them down. They fell with a snap and he rolled, wriggling out of them, grabbing his jeans off the chair.

My heart did a flip when I saw the small metallic package in his hand. He looked at me, winked, and threw it at me.

“You know how to do this, right? Put it on. I won't pass up any excuse to get your hands on my dick again.”

I'd never rolled a condom on a man, but it wasn't like I was going to say no. I eyed the light coming through the blinds nervously, hoping Jackie stayed up late so she'd sleep in. Good thing teenagers were out like the dead most mornings.

I quickly tore the foil, trying not to make too much noise. The latex popped softly in my fingers, and I moved it to him, gnawing my bottom lip when I brought it to his swollen head. Brass grunted, satisfied, watching with new flames in his eyes while I pushed it down his length.

There was something extra sensual about that – almost as good as sinking down on his bare, hard cock. Almost. But of course feeling him skin-to-skin would've been even better.

For now, this would have to do. And when he shifted up, fisting my hair, planting himself between my legs, I knew it'd do very nicely.

He kissed me deep, rubbing his length up and down my wet slit, nestling his cock in my folds. I squirmed, wishing he'd just f*ck me already. Not that I wasn't enjoying the foreplay, but the fire inside me needed to be fed, needed to be filled.

“Fuck, baby girl. You know I wanted this * the minute I saw you? This *, the one I was glad to claim, the one I wanted for real...nobody else's. When I take this beautiful cunt, it's going on a long, hard ride, and it's never coming back. This. Is. Mine. Mine!”

That word was like magic. Black, crazy, alien magic, making me tingle all over. The way he rubbed his erection up and down my slit while he whispered his filthy promises in my ear had a lot to do with its power too.

Brass rose up, tilting his hips, ready to sink inside me. I caught one glimpse of the raging bear tattooed to his chest, symbol of the Grizzlies MC, right before he thrust. His cock penetrated deep, opening me, unstopping until his balls rested against my ass.

I was so full, so fast, I started to shake. There was no slowing down, though. Not when he wanted to f*ck me this bad, claim me for real. Thrust by thrust, he told me what he wanted to do: twist the crappy lie we'd lived into truth with flesh, sweat, and ecstasy.

Was it possible?

My body didn't say no. His strokes came harder, faster, making my body ripple. He f*cked with purpose, taking as much pleasure as he gave. The big, inked claws tattooed on his arms rippled around me, dancing like black flames.

I threw my legs around his waist and locked onto his neck with my hands, all the better to ride out the storm, the tempest we both needed to thrash all the shit we'd suffered to pieces. I felt like I was floating after a minute of taking his dick, but it was just my own hips flying up, desperate to meet his thrusts.

Everything below my waist turned warm and tight, smoky and electric. Soon, I'd be coming again, harder than when he licked me to finish.

As soon as I started to claw at his shoulders, he held one hand to my mouth. My eyes went wide, rolling a little as he pounded his hips to mine, pressing his cock to my limits.

“Don't scream. Let it out in my f*cking hand, babe. You sing like a whore with little sis in the other room and we'll never be able to finish.” Suddenly, he smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Maybe I ought to finish this faster for both of us? Or do you wanna f*ck good and slow, risk everything combusting on my dick?”

I shuddered. Whatever way he f*cked me, I was going to come soon, and I moaned into his hand.

It was all he needed. His thrusts slowed, but the pressure increased. He slid back gradually before he threw his hips into mine, hammering me apart, breaking me open for him.

My clit hummed when he dragged his pubic bone against me. Short, trim hair gave its delicious friction, maddening as it was pleasurable.

I couldn't take it anymore. I smashed my lips straight into his hand and grunted, pushing warm air through my teeth.

He threw the switch. Feeling me tighten up and convulse on his cock turned him into the f*ck machine he'd promised. Brass filled my * again and again, quicker, shallower strokes, kindling a wicked fire beneath my waist.