Released (Devil's Blaze MC #3)(33)

I want to concentrate on that, but the anger inside, the raging monster that has been festering inside of me since the day I watched that ship explode, is there. It claws inside, wanting out, and her words are just a reminder of what I have been denied. A reminder that she doesn’t realize what I did that first day when she was standing on the street. I knew the moment I saw her. How did she miss it? Maybe it’s time to remind her.

“You’ll always be mine, Beth,” I growl, pinching the hardened nipple of her breast and tugging on it.

“Skull, no,” she cries, but her hips thrust into me.

“You’ll always be mine, querida,” I tell her again. “Your body knows it. Maybe it’s time I remind you,” I growl, my hand sliding down to the waistband of her pants. Her skin is soft and warm, searing me.

“We shouldn’t do this,” she whispers, but she’s pushing my t-shirt up and scoring my stomach with her nails.

I pop open the button on her pants. I don’t bother unzipping them, choosing to just thrust my hand inside. The heat of her * wraps around my palm, warming it instantly and making my dick throb out of control. My fingers immediately go to pull the lips of her * apart and rake against the swollen clit. Beth whimpers and shifts her body, whether to try and get away for more, I don’t know, nor do I care. I slide my fingers apart in her * and work them like scissors to pinch and hold her clit so it plumps out over the top of my fingers. The pressure teases her, giving her a taste of what she needs. The muscles in her thighs tighten and she pushes into my hand, craving what only I am giving her. What only I should ever give her.

Mine. Motherf*cking mine. If I can never have her heart, I will tie her body to me. She’s wet, but not like my Beth used to be for me. She’s trying foolishly to hold herself away from me, to not give in to what her body is craving.

“Do you want my cock, mi cielo?” I whisper into her ear, biting down on the lobe as my fingers continue to work her clit.

“I shouldn’t,” she breathes, as her nails continue to bite into me, holding me close to her.

Mierda! I could come now, but that’s not how this is going to end.

“Maybe you should, querida. Maybe this is the only thing that’s ever made sense between us,” I tell her, spinning her around and pushing her into the wall. Her hands go up to brace herself and I put my much larger ones over them. Pushing my fingers in between hers and clenching my hand so she’s forced to do the same. I grab her clothes pushing them down off her hips in one quick movement. Revealing that beautiful ass of hers that used to keep me up at night. I squeeze the cheeks, letting my thumbs push into the crevice and push against her entrance there.

“Tell me, Beth do you still want my cock in your ass? We never got to experience that did we mi cielo? I was taking my time with you. Maybe I should f*ck you right here, forcing you to take my cock, without even preparing you.”

“Just give me your cock. God Skull, quit teasing me, if you’re going to f*ck me! Fuck me!” she demands and I slap her ass hard for daring me. She cries out, pushing her ass hard against me and I spank it again.

“I ought to make you wait until we get back just because I can,” I groan. “I just f*cking can’t,” I tell her, unzipping my pants. My dick is killing me, dying to get free. My breath is lodged in my chest at just the thought of getting back inside of her. It can’t be as good as I remember. There’s no way that could be possible.

“Skull!” she cries and for a minute I let my mind drift back, back before the pain, the heartache, the distrust. Back to a time when it was just me and her and our bodies. My hands bite into her hips as I pull her out from the wall, pushing her legs apart. I push down on her back—getting her into the position I need.

“Hold on, mi cielo, hold on,” I warn her, grabbing my dick and rubbing my shaft against her *, letting it push through her lips and glide in her sweet juices. “You’re so wet and eager for me aren’t you, Beth? Dying for me to f*ck you,” I groan, as my tip grazes against her clit. She’s so hot and warm.

“Quit talking about it and just do it already!” she demands.

“Greedy little puta,” her hunger turning me on like nothing else could. I push my cock up, feeling my way by instinct and sliding into her sweet depths. Her walls instantly close in on my cock, sucking him in. I pull back out and then plunge back in, deeper, not stopping until my body is pressed tight against her and her sweet creamy juices are dripping onto my balls.

“You feel so good,” Beth gasps. I reach around, cupping her breasts in my hand as I thrust back into her, grinding myself deep inside. I massage them with my hand, kneading them and working my cock in and out of her. She thrusts back into me, each time I withdraw. We work together in perfect time and I can feel her cunt tightening against me, the muscles fluttering as she nears her climax.

“Skull, baby,” she whimpers and hearing her voice so close to the edge, full of need, nearly destroys me. Emotions that I don’t want to feel right now come close to the surface. I fight to lock them down and instead concentrate on pounding her *, on driving myself so deep inside of her she can taste me…on f*cking…

One of my hands moves from her breast to her hair and I grab it, fisting it as I f*ck her harder.

“Take it, Beth. Take what I give you. God, mujer, you’re so f*cking tight…”