Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(38)

“You're cute, babe, for real.” He smiled, staring deep into my eyes. “I meant every word I said. If this is just a one night thing, then I'm gonna spend every minute f*cking you. You know I searched your purse the first time we brought you in. Have you been good about taking those pills, or what?”

My heart came to a screeching stop and took a few seconds to reboot in my chest. Was he really asking to take my virginity – and was I going to give it to him?

I reached up for his face, running my fingernails across it. Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.

Everything about this man tripped my buttons. It was like he was made for me, and I'd found him in the most f*cked up way possible.

Mostly, I adored him because he let me forget. He helped me imagine a different future, even if he was the very thing holding me here in this stupid clubhouse. It didn't matter – Skin told me I could take control, on my own terms, and maybe someday I could be more than a spoiled party girl or a broken ex-whore.

“Babe, I need an answer, and I'm not gonna wait all damned night.” He grabbed my hand by the wrist and pressed it to his cock, making me feel him ballooning, hard and hungry as ever for me.

Very slowly, I nodded, blushing like a prom girl.

“Take me, Skin. I meant what I said too...I'm yours for the night. Just for tonight. I don't want to forget you when all this is over.” It took everything I had to hold his gaze without looking away. “Give me something to remember.”

My words unchained something wild inside him. Even wilder than what I'd seen so far, and it was ten times as insane when he threw me on the bed and started tearing off my clothes.

Off went my shirt, my jeans. He growled as he unhooked my bra, flipping me over while his hand went below the waistband to my panties, shedding them in one rough fist.

He didn't waste any time kicking off his clothes either. The same half-naked body I'd watched and admired before revealed itself, except this time I knew it was going to be all over me, taking me, claiming me.

His hot, aggressive lips touched mine. It was like he transferred his manic energy, kissing me so hard I couldn't even think about teasing him, needing his mouth on mine as much as I needed air. My lips parted, and his tongue sank into me, taking control.

Skin's tongue frolicked with mine for the next several minutes. He kissed me in ways I didn't know men could kiss, and I feasted on his passion, everything I sensed in his kiss and in his heart.

His hand slid between my thighs. Two stiff fingers pushed into my soaked *, catching me by surprise, so sudden and intense I nearly flew off the bed.

“Relax, babe,” he whispered softly, a mischievous smile on his face. “You picked the best man in the world to f*ck you for the very first time, and I'm not gonna let you down. I'll just leave you hoarse from all the screaming you'll be doing tonight, f*cking my mouth, my hands, my cock, f*cking me 'til you can't. You'll love it.”

“Yes!” It wasn't even a question, but I added my voice anyway, staring at him with such heat in my eyes it was starting to scare me.

We kissed while he fingered me. Skin's marvelous thumb pressed on my clit, and I went wild, rocking into him, bucking my hips over and over and over.

I thought he was going to send me straight over the edge again, but he had other plans.

If his fingers were bliss, then his mouth was heaven. Nothing prepared me for his face sinking down, stopping to tease my nipples with his teeth and tongue, before he stamped a hot trail all the way down my body.

His lips stopped at my * for a small eternity, teasing me with his hot breath and stubble. Shallow licks caressed my inner thighs, then drove higher, straight over my clit. My fingernails dug into his head and I tried with all my might to push him into me.

The bastard resisted, enjoying his amusement, teasing me until I couldn't hold it anymore.

“Please lick me, Skin. Fuck me. I'm dying. Please.”

I begged him for all I was worth. And tonight, that was everything, as I learned when he finally gave in and let me have what I'd wanted.

He taught me real passion. The bad boy between my legs savaged me with his mouth, pulling my legs open, throwing them over his shoulders while I trembled and gasped.

His tongue f*cked me, sucked me, and did everything in between. Raw heat pulsed out his mouth, covering my entire slit, before he began to focus his licks and forceful kisses around my clit.

I clawed at the sheets underneath us, losing control in the space of a heartbeat.

“Oh, hell, Skin, that feels so good...too f*cking good. Shit! You're going to make me...”

It sounded like I wanted to say come, but really it was yours on my tongue.

I couldn't get out another word as climax crashed over me. Every muscle in my body tensed and the fireball building in my womb exploded, rippling outward, giving me the greatest pleasure of my life.

Incredible. Better than anything I'd had, except what I knew I'd feel with his cock slamming into me.

Skin's mouth f*cked me into total submission through the whole thing. His pleasure dragged me so deep for so long the fiery stars filled my vision, engulfing me completely, scorching me from the inside out.

Somewhere inside me, the wounds Ricky inflicted broke open and drained.

I came back to life with his hand gently moving across my face, wiping away tears. He held my head, kept me from shaking, panicking, freaking out.