Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(60)

“No clothes. Not 'til I tell you to get dressed again. You're here to be wet, bare, and ready for me every waking minute in my house. Follow the rules, and you'll get f*cked constantly.”

I smiled as she moaned, my fingers grabbing at her jeans and jerking them down. I never f*cked around with the rules. Soon as I laid 'em out, they started now.

“And if I don't?” Meg purred, teasing me with words, almost as good as her naked skin.

“Then you'll get punished. Spanked, tied up, and f*cked so hard you won't be able to dress yourself anyway.”

I had to show her I meant business. Grabbing the waistband to her black lace panties, I tore them down her legs, and popped back up with my palm ready. I slapped her ass so hard she jerked forward, sputtering surprise and delight.

Fuck. Finding out she had a pain slut streak almost caused my cock to blow on the spot.

“Oh, God. You're a bastard sometimes, Skin.” She turned toward me, one hand on her little ass, rubbing it seductively. “But I love you anyway.”

“Yeah, I love you too. Now, undress me so I can show you how a man f*cks his old lady.”

We stepped into the bedroom and stopped near the bed. I watched as she went to work on me with trembling hands. Moonlight spilled through the flimsy old curtains, just enough to see her pupils blow up when I dropped my cut and helped her roll off my shirt.

Chicks always melted when they saw my chest. I flexed, feeling the power in all my ink, feeding the feral need to f*ck her *, already dripping between her sweet legs.

“Hurry it up, woman, before my dick punches a hole through my pants. You wanna feel every inch of me inside you tonight, or what?”

She smiled nervously, dropped to her knees, and worked on my jeans. I unfastened my belt and shoved them down, fishing out my cock. Goddamn it felt like heaven just to give it some fresh air.

Better, maybe, because her hot little mouth was poised over it. I looked into her moonlit eyes with one command on my lips.

“Suck, baby. Suck me as hard as you want me to f*ck you tonight.”

The girl didn't need to be asked twice. I watched Meg's beautiful glossy lips take my tip in her mouth and flick her tongue against it.

Little tease. I fisted her hair and pushed against her head, bringing her down, drawing me deeper into her perfect mouth.

“Fuck!” I growled. Her warmth surrounding me, taking me to another universe, one where there was nothing but my testosterone and her hot, ready holes.

Her tongue glided over me, circled the ridge underneath my cock, sucking up all my pre-come like a good girl. And I leaked it like a ruptured f*cking line, my cock swelling a little more each time she pulled with her lips, doing things with her mouth no girl should've been able to do.

I hated the motherf*ckers for what they'd done to her in that whorehouse. Had she sucked any of those sick bastards half as hard as she used her mouth on me?

Couldn't imagine it. Didn't want to. The only cock she'd ever obsess over again was already in her mouth, and damn if I wasn't hell-bent on keeping it that way.

“Look at me, baby,” I whispered, pulling gently on her hair 'til I saw her eyes. “Just keep sucking. Don't stop for anything.”

Her eyelids fluttered and she sank down on my dick, as far as she could go. The surprise heat and the moan rippling in her mouth around my cock almost caused me to come on the spot like a f*cking school kid.

Shit! I regained control and brushed her face more gently, encouraging her, giving her the absolute safety she needed, all I'd ever give her for the rest of her life.

“I love you, Meg, you know that? Love you when you've got your lips all over me. Love you when you're laughing, or spitting venom with that hot little tongue. I loved you from the first night I held you in my arms back at the clubhouse, feeling your heat, your pulse against me. You're my whore in this bedroom, babe, but you're gold in my heart. You're my old lady. I don't give a shit how f*cked up it seems. It is, and that's all that matters.”

I expected her to stop, to freeze up, maybe to spill a few tears. But I knew I'd done well when I felt her lips tighten. Hot breath brushed over my cock as she inhaled my scent, drew me deeper, sucked me like her entire life depended on it.

“Ah, ah, f*ck me alive!” My balls tightened after another minute of her furious sucking. I was ready to spill my passion straight into hers, but that shit wouldn't do when I needed to claim her tonight.

“Enough.” I pulled on her hair and drew her mouth off me.

“You don't want to come in my mouth, Skin? You taste so good.” She wiped her lips like a good girl, flashing me a pretty smile.

Tempting. Too bad I wanted to f*ck her breathless just a little bit more.

“Hell yeah, I know I do. Don't play dumb with me, babe. You already know exactly what I want. I'm gonna see if you're wet enough to take every inch of me, and then I'm f*cking that * 'til dawn.”

I watched her rosy nipples harden. Taking her hands, I jerked her up, walked her over to the wall between the bed and the window, and pushed her head down. I threw her hands against the wall and held them there, pressing my power on her.

“You don't move an inch unless I tell you to. I'll hold you up. You're not falling to the ground on my watch.”

I kissed down her back and sank to the floor. My lips went to work automatically, stamping hot kisses upward, starting at her knees. My tongue flicked her skin when I got to her thighs, feeling the heat growing every inch I climbed, stopping just short of the sopping wet sweetness in the middle.