Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(78)

“Come with me, Skin. Come inside me!” I panted, I moaned, I surrendered as my eyelids fluttered shut.

“Fuck, no. Not 'til I feel your little * squeeze this cock like you're losing your mind. You're hot, babe, but you're not burning down yet. I want to f*ck a fireball before I let you feel my come.”

Sweat hissed out my pores. He slowed his strokes. I could've turned around and killed him, if only he didn't have me hog-tied with his arms, pinned down like his personal f*ck toy.

He stopped me right when I was on the brink. My hips shook. I fought to f*ck him back, slam my ass into him, make him lose control until he filled me with his smoldering seed.

“You're a bastard!” I whimpered. “I love you, but I hate you right now. Please let me come. Please.”

“Fuck, yeah, woman, you always knew I was. Lucky for both of us you love it like this, don't you? You love all the new ways I find to make you come harder.”

Bastard. Angel. Old man.

Whatever he was just then, he was absolutely right. I'd never felt so alive as my heart pounded, sending fire through every vein, awakening a need in my body like I'd barely known before.

“You want it harder, don't you?”

Was he serious? Like he couldn't feel the raw ache pouring out of me in every gasp, every buck of my hips, every plea filling every molecule?

“Fuck me!” I grunted through my teeth, practically spitting like a lioness in heat. “Harder!”

“Nah, not yet. You've gotta make me believe you deserve it, babe. I oughta have a damned straitjacket on you to hold you down. I want you to fight for this. Remember it. I want you coming so hard on this cock you never, ever forget our first night together, even when we're both too old and senile to f*ck like mad.”

“I will! How could I ever forget, Skin?” His cock sped up, slamming into me, and he pulled on my hair. “How?”

The only answer was in his hips. That was when I knew he was right – I was so wound up, so ready to explore in a shower of ecstasy, that I'd remember this until the day I died.

“Because I just might f*ck you so hard you lose your damned mind.”

And he did. One hand tore at my hair, holding me up while his other hand grabbed my ass, all the better to jerk me into him with so much force I knew I'd be sore for days.

This was f*cking. This was love.

This was him and I, tangled together on levels I could barely comprehend, thrashing our bodies raw. His cock slammed into me so fast and hard I was sure he'd break, and I didn't f*cking care.

Not when the pleasure hit. It throttled me like a nuke going off in my belly.

Slow. Dense. Delicious.

Skin roared when he pushed himself deep one more time, and added his explosion to my clenching, sucking cunt. The hot come I'd learned to crave hurled into me at last.

“Skin! Skin! Skin!”

I came harder than I ever thought possible, screaming his name like a mantra until I couldn't even move my jaw. The whole world froze, locked in this unforgettable instant, this fire so hot it turned to ice.

There was nothing here but me, him, and the flames twirling inside of me. I lost myself in the dizzying pleasure and the sound of his rough grunts, stretching out forever, emptying everything he had inside me.

Or at least getting started.

I knew we weren't finished. Not by half. When this badass told me he was going to f*ck me all night, he meant every word. I thanked my lucky stars I'd taken a few days off for the big move.

“Come on, baby. Walk with me.” He jerked me up and pulled me to his chest when we were done, grabbing my old lady jacket off the chair.

I loved the little coat. It had PROPERTY OF SKIN patched on the backside, just like my brand. It made me believe I could be the world's baddest bitch every time I slipped it on, or at least one fit for him, the only man whose opinion mattered anymore.

He wrapped it around my shoulders. He wouldn't let me wear anything else, nor did I want to. Then he led me out to our new porch, stained old world brown, a color that reminded me of my dad's library.

The cool autumn air brushed my legs. He pulled me close to his heat when he felt the first shiver running through my body. I rubbed his arms, remembering how much I loved them.

As if I could ever forget. These were the arms that saved me, loved me, dark and devilish with their inks as they were delightful.

He let me lift his hand to my face and I kissed it. I still wanted to worship every inch of him.

“What're we doing out here?” I asked, as if in a dream.

“Having a moment, babe. Just you and me. I told you before, you're gonna remember tonight for the rest of your damned life.”

It was his turn to take my hand. He pushed it against the bottom pocket. My eyebrows flicked up when I touched the hard little box there. Without another word, he grabbed my hand and pushed it inside, pulling it out a second later with –

“Oh my God.”

The little black box sat neatly in my palm. Amazing how something so small could hold the key to the rest of my life.

“Skin...”

“No, baby. Don't talk. Not yet.” He pushed a stiff finger against my lips.

His other hand circled to the black box in my hand, and he flicked it open. The world's most beautiful gold ring sat there inside it, a tiny silver dagger molded on the loop, with diamond in the middle.