Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(136)

He wasn't hearing anything without me underneath him anymore. It took me a minute to realize he'd picked me up, and we were heading toward the thick trees near the lake. He carried me in his arms through the cool evening air, into the wilder darkness.

It got a lot cooler when he laid me out on the big flat boulder near the water. It was the perfect height for him to stand between my legs and grind while he sucked and kissed at my throat, like the Earth decided to put it there thousands of years ago just for us.

This is crazy, I thought, shaking my head. Absolutely f*cking –

Crazy.

No, crazy was his tongue, sliding down my shoulder as he pulled at my shirt. He was already tearing at my bra strap by the time it was over my head. My breasts popped out into the cool night air, and my right nipple slid into his mouth.

The temperature couldn't have been much higher than the fifties, but I was burning up each time his tongue circled, bowing and dipping, hungrily lapping at my flesh. My nipples softened in his mouth. God, my hips were still rocking, bucking up and down on any part of him they could find.

“Brass!” I reached for his head and scratched through his hair until he looked up. “I need you inside me. Please.”

He looked at me like I'd just granted his deepest, dirtiest wish. Maybe I had. All I knew was I'd never seen anyone undress so fast.

His cut, shirt, jeans, and boxers came off one after another, piling on the ground beneath us. His dark tattoos glistened beneath the moonlight, and it looked like the ferocious bear snarling on his chest was doing an angry dance when he moved for my bottoms.

“Pick your sweet ass up, babe. These are coming right the f*ck off.”

He wasn't kidding. The instant my butt was up, the jeans were gone, and he tore away my panties in a fistful.

“Oh, God.” I whispered to the moon and the stars, a prayer, all I could do to keep sane in the dark calm before he f*cked me deep, skin-on-skin for the first time.

Coolness bathed the drenched ache between my legs. My heartbeat echoed in every extremity, beating its want into my brain. The thud crashed harder inside me when he slid his cock against my folds, and I thought I'd pass out.

“You got any f*cking clue how bad I've wanted this? How long I've been waiting to feel you like this?” He rocked his hips.

My * coated his dick in cream, and he smeared it toward my clit. My slit couldn't have been hotter, tighter, wetter.

“Just f*ck me,” I whimpered. The plea in my voice caught me by surprise, but it was honest.

I needed this. I needed him, inside me. Now.

My legs curled around his hips and pinched tight. Brass let out a long growl like a mountain lion zeroing in on something irresistible.

“Just f*ck you, Missy? You mean like this?” He shifted his hips, and then slammed forward, steadily pushing his swollen cock into me.

“Yes!”

It was the sweetest shock of my life. Having him inside me with rubber between us was nothing – nothing! – compared to this. My hands scratched at the stone beneath us, too used to having sheets to claw at.

Here, there was nothing between us and nature, nothing between our blood and skin.

“Fuck!” His muscular body shook when he reached prime depth, unable to go an inch more. He filled me completely. “Fuck. Babe, if you were any f*cking tighter, we wouldn't even fit.”

I pushed against him, hard, clenching my teeth. The pleasure was almost painful because there was so much of it, flowing like lava through every nerve. My brain struggled to process everything.

“That'd be a real...a real shame.” It was hard to talk.

Brass grunted, pulling back and slamming himself into me, harder this time. I moaned. More current raced through my skin. My ankles burned just holding onto him.

No way. He wasn't going to do this. I wasn't in the mood for a slow, sweet loving. I started to buck, panting hot desire through my teeth, adding my feminine growl to his.

Fuck. Me.

The message must've reached him through his dick, because my lips wouldn't work after three more strokes. Nothing but screams came out.

He was like a masculine mountain plowing into me, all muscle, all need, all conquest. I threw my head back and pumped my hips, desperate to keep pace.

“Come, babe. Come and scream as loud as you want. Nobody's gonna hear it but me.”

Like I could do anything else! He quickened his thrusts, filling me harder and faster, relentlessly forcing me over the edge, until I exploded.

Pleasure gurgled through me and cut off my breath. I couldn't feel anything except the raw heat of my * clenching his cock, gushing on his skin, tightening while he drove into me. My head snapped back and I let it all out.

I screamed through the orgasm. I wasn't so sure about nobody else hearing us, but I didn't f*cking care. My brain and body were total slaves to the ecstasy he created, the claiming fire roasting me within every time he slammed deep.

He f*cked me straight through it and still kept going. I pushed my way up, keeping my legs wide for him, throwing my hands around his neck.

The first climax took a lot out of me. I needed every limb to hold myself to him now, even as my fingers and ankles dug tighter to his skin. He f*cked like an animal, a runaway train powering through my legs, grunting for breath and cursing in my ear when he leaned in to sniff my hair.

“I'm gonna f*cking bust, babe. You want it inside you, yeah?”