Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(39)

“Let it out, baby. Get it all the f*ck outta your system before I shake you so hard you'll be crying over the pleasure instead.”

I pushed my face up to his, and we twirled tongues once again. His taste completely addicted me. I worried I'd go to pieces by now, but my body craved more, begged him to go all the way, to fill me and f*ck me like no man ever had.

Like no man ever would.

No, I couldn't let myself think like that. I had to just enjoy the moment. If we did the sane thing, this would all be over tomorrow, just like it should be.

Breathe in, breathe out. Experience everything Skin had to offer for one amazing night. Just one night.

This wasn't love. This wasn't worship. This was f*cking, plain and simple, two people throwing themselves into one wild attraction to sate their urges.

His hands gripped my legs and pushed them apart. His rough stubble grazed my neck as he traced a line along my throat, dipping to my cleavage, and then back up again, where he caught the skin on my neck and sucked it hard enough to bruise.

His cock moved against me, teasing, wedged against my clit. I threw my arms around his neck and squeezed, all I could do to stop myself from panting and going to pieces.

“Feels like I've been waiting half my life to feel this * wrapped around my cock. You ready for me, babe?”

I stared up at him through narrowed eyes, wondering how he had the energy to speak when we were so f*cking close.

“Yes! Please, Skin. I want you inside me.” Blood brushed my veins like sandpaper, melting me from the inside out.

No exaggeration. I hadn't needed anything this bad in my entire life, except my own freedom.

He bared his teeth and kissed me again, rubbing his cock harder through my folds, one thrust away from claiming me forever.

“You'll have to do better than that. I don't believe you. Is this what you want, babe?” He rocked his hips into mine, grunting as my wetness coated him. “This, yeah? If you wanna feel me f*cking you straight through this mattress, then you'll beg for it, Meg. Beg for every damned inch.”

“Please!” I panted, feeling like the floor was dropping out underneath us. “Please...please...you're killing me, Skin!”

He let out a small snort. The steady rhythm in his hips brushing mine grew harder, more urgent, as if I'd finally said the magic word.

“Bullshit. We haven't gotten started yet, babe. You'll die and come back to life a few more times before I'm through with you.” His hips shifted, and I felt his cock's tip poised at my entrance, throbbing heat ready to own me. “You're mine now, woman. Hell, you were mine the second I laid eyes on you in that shithole. We're just making this formal with sweat and flesh since we've already spilled blood.”

His words lit me on fire. But it was nothing compared to the hard, sudden thrust of his hips. His fullness sank into me, gliding through my depths, stretching me open and taking me hard.

“Skin!” His name hissed across my tongue like a mantra.

He reached behind my head, seized my hair, and jerked my head straight. His strokes came, gradual and harder each time he pounded into me, staring deep into my eyes the whole time.

I saw fire. Smoke. Mountains coming down inside me, an avalanche of pleasure blanketing my soul.

The ruins of my old life suddenly set free, all the pain rocketing away from me, fueled by this ecstasy. Skin fulfilled his promise in every thrust, f*cking me like I'd never imagined. There was nothing soft or tender about it, and I realized that wasn't even close to what I'd been looking for.

He took me like a man should, forcing me to feel every inch of him, every flex of his muscles. He reminded me I was a living, breathing woman, one who craved his sweet release a little more every time his cock slammed into me.

“Oh, God. Don't stop, don't stop, don't ever f*cking stop,” I murmured, losing myself in the rising tide of ecstasy.

“Come on my cock, woman. I'm gonna pull out and walk away if I don't feel you clenching all over me in the next minute.”

Oh, shit! His threat only made me f*ck him harder.

The tearing and mild discomfort I'd felt when he stretched me open faded in the frantic pleasure shooting through me. My hips rose, bucking against his, taking his cock deeper with every stroke.

I loved how we fused, one in the moment, working without worry toward our own sweet release. And he guided me there, dragged me along, a leader I wanted to follow with my everything.

Growling, he f*cked me harder, so rough my ass slammed deep into the mattress each time he went deep. The bed shrieked beneath us, but it had nothing on the scream building up in my core, the explosion ready to wreck my body.

“Come, baby girl. Come like the beautiful woman you are. Come so f*cking hard you see stars and nothing else. Come now!” His chant threw me over the edge.

I scratched his neck so hard I was afraid I'd drawn blood. Everything below my waist tightened, convulsed, gushed, and I lost all my senses. My vision blurred and I turned into a shaking, writhing mess.

The release I found beneath him devoured me completely, like riding an atomic wave. I came forever in that sweet, merciful place where there was no pain or regret or fear, just soft warmth and raging passion.

Skin was a drug. My brain crackled like he'd given me a hit of something I'd never leave behind without wanting more. That scared me, but not so much I'd dream of letting him go tonight.