Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(77)

I squinted through the ecstasy, regrouping my senses. “Light me up again.”

He stared down at me with those dark brown eyes and grinned. “Baby, you don't need to ask me twice. You're a kept woman now that we're sharing a bed every night. We're gonna ruin these sheets with scorch marks by the end of the week.”

He took my hands, jerked me up like a ragdoll, and flipped me over on the bed. Before I even knew what was happening, my panties snapped down to my knees so fast I swore he really did rip them in two.

His growl pressed against my thighs, vibrating through his lips, moving into my skin like a slow moving storm.

Even after all this time, he still scared me in the best ways. I finally had a man who'd never let anyone disrespect me, not even myself. He'd fight for me, bleed for me, kill for me. He'd already done it.

I couldn't imagine how possessive he'd get someday when we were hitched and I had a baby in my arms. The thought made my knees tremble, and so did his tongue, his stubble, both sliding deliciously up, up, up, dangerously close to my aching *.

“Skin – please! Let me feel you. No teasing, not today. You know what I'm dying for...”

Wish granted. Without a word, his thick hands shoved my legs apart, and his tongue caught the cream leaking out of me. He licked my entire slit like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.

Long, greedy, * clenching licks. Fuck!

I almost lost it again. With him, I turned into every cliché in romance, a sticky, breathless mess of a woman whose mind blanked on everything except the primal need to have him buried in me.

His tongue was so, so good, but it was never enough. I started panting like an animal in heat as he buried his face between my legs.

Sucking, f*cking, tonguing me until my core tightened like the world's hottest coil. He held me down the more I shook, a force of nature teasing my most tender flesh, his pressure quickening by the second.

Oh.

Oh, f*ck.

Heaven. Help. Me.

But the only man I ever needed help from pushed me into the blinding fire when his tongue landed on my clit one more time. I nearly scratched a hole through the new mattress, clawing at the bed for support, feeling his strength holding me up as I came.

Harder than before. Always, always harder.

Hot, wet, fiery bliss consumed me.

I rocked against his face while he rumbled pleasure in his throat, f*cking his tongue into me, everywhere seemingly all at once. I'd never understand how he did it. He was only human, but he put me into a zone nobody else ever would, a place so secure and sexy I wanted to stay forever.

Skin held me gently for a moment when I finally stopped screaming.

I struggled to catch my breath, loving his fingers running through my hair, stroking me back to soft awareness.

His hot, feral whisper helped too. “You've got thirty seconds to fill your lungs, baby girl. Then I'm filling you. We're f*cking all night, and I'm not gonna stop 'til the sun comes up.”

“Oh, God.”

“Yeah, that's the only thing that'll save you from this dick, babe. What were you expecting here? Did you really think I wouldn't f*ck you stupid after seeing you dolled up like my goddamned bride? Did you really think I'd just drop my load and crash without leaving you spent to the whole f*cking world?”

His hand slipped down to my ass and struck me hard. I whimpered and jerked forward, but he caught me by the hair, shoving me into place, making me feel the hard-on raging against my ass cheeks.

I still pretended I didn't like being spanked and ordered around. But we both knew better. My little white lie only seemed to turn him on more, and soon he nipped at my ear, growling raw desire into me again.

“Bullshit, Meg. I love you so f*cking much I could die. You ain't stupid. Don't you ever play coy with me. You're as smart as you are beautiful. You know what lovers do.”

I did. Oh, how I did, and I learned a little more every night I was with him. I had a feeling my education was about to swell a hundred times faster now that we finally had a home together, a new bed to wear down every sultry night.

The cabin was only permanent, fickle, as lovely as it could be. Here, we'd forge a future, in the bedroom and out.

“I know, Skin. Trust me, I do.”

“Yeah, you'd f*cking better, beautiful.” He pulled on my hair, twisting me to the side, pointing out the window with the pale gray light streaming in. “Winter's coming soon, sweet babe, and that means you're gonna spend those long, dark nights coming every way I tell you to. We've got to stay warm. We've got to light a fire. And I'm gonna make this town echo with the sounds of my cock making you scream.”

“I love you!” I shouted it just as he spread my legs and pushed inside me.

It wasn't tender. It sounded like a curse on my lips, and it only made his hips piston when he went to work, anchoring his angry tip deep inside me, stroking me in hard, fast, aggressive waves. His balls slapped my * harder as he pinned me to the bed.

No surprise, our first f*ck here hit harder than lightning. Just like the way I'd fallen for this man. He bent me to him in a flash of fire, heat, insatiable lust.

Whatever spell he'd worked on me today, it was stronger than ever.

He couldn't have f*cked me for more than a couple minutes before I felt my * tightening again, burning for release, begging me to beg him for what I needed more than anything else.