Smoke and Steel (Wild West MC #2)(58)

“Glad I could give you that,” he murmured warmly.

“It’s not thrilling I’m losing a friend, though.”

“What happened?”

I couldn’t tell him that.

I boiled it down to, “She’s got different priorities in life.” With the theme of that, it seemed time to feel him out a little bit. “Tonight, she exposed that she thinks finding a man to give her the life she wants is where we all should be.”

“Think her getting wound up in that Greek exposed that, baby.”

Yes, it did.

“That’s not me, you know. If I want it, I’ll earn it,” I told him. Then I gave him the rest of it. “And I want a lot, so I’m willing to work hard to get it.”

“Watched you for a while, babe, and it isn’t lost on me you got goals.”

He seemed entirely unconcerned.

Good.

“What’s your last name?” I asked.

He chuckled and muttered, “She’s fucked me and she doesn’t know my last name.”

“Core,” I snapped.

“It’s Cutler, baby, and I don’t give that first fuck you took my cock before you learned my name,” he teased.

“You’re kind of annoying,” I told him.

“Don’t care you think that, as long as you keep taking my cock.”

I couldn’t help it.

I started laughing.

When I was done, with genuine feeling coating the words, he said, “Sorry you had a shit night with your girl.”

Man, he was good at this.

“Me too.”

It hung there between us.

We both got tired of it hanging at the same time. I knew when he asked, “Want company?” while I asked, “Wanna come over?”

I followed through with a semi-breathy, “Yes.”

“Gotta bring Nanook,” he warned.

“I’m totally okay with that.”

“Right, I’ll be there in half an hour.”

“Okay. Cool.”

“See you in a bit,” he replied.

“Core?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

A second passed.

Then another one.

After that, he said gently, “Sweetheart, I’m into you. Which means I want this from you. Your bad nights and your good ones and you wanting me with you. You got nothing to thank me for.”

“Okay then, thank you for that too.”

“Shut up.” That came through a chuckle. “See you in a few.”

“Yeah, see you.”





Core was head and shoulders to my headboard, the rest of him slouched in my bed, and I was sitting on his big dick.

But I wasn’t allowed to move, by Core’s verbal command and the fact he had both hands clamped to the juncture of my thighs, holding me filled full of him.

It was excruciating, partly because his big dick felt good inside, but mostly because he also had a thumb to my clit, his beautiful eyes were on me, and both were doing things to me that made me need to move.

“Honey,” I begged.

His voice was deeper, rougher, amazing-er when he replied, “Unh-unh, baby, be good.”

I’d never been told to “be good” by a man.

It was torture.

And it fucking rocked.

I could feel my pussy rippling against his cock, he could too, which was why he sunk his teeth in his lip.

That was so sexy, with all the rest, I was done.

I didn’t know how he knew it, but he did.

Which was why he grunted, “Pop.”

Given permission, immediately, I started bouncing uncontrollably as I exploded magnificently.

He gave me that for a few strokes and then he pulled me off his dick, put me on knees, positioned behind me, placed a hand in the middle of my back and pressed me down to genuflecting in front of him.

And it was definitely genuflecting, and coming at the same time being on offer for him absolutely rocked too.

He claimed my hips in both hands and drove in.

I bucked back, still coming.

He squeezed my ass cheeks, growling, “Fuck, this beautiful ass. Been wanting this ass in my hands for fucking weeks.”

He then shoved his thumb inside.

No one had ever done that to me.

It felt great, having him inside both places.

I whimpered, shifting up to my hands so I could put more power into surging back into his dick.

“Down,” he ordered.

I dropped down.

“Good, baby.”

Oh God.

He stroked my cunt and my ass and I wasn’t certain what was happening to me.

I’d orgasmed but now…

Now, it was so big, coming back again so fast, it was too much.

“Core.”

He smacked my ass with his free hand.

No one had done that to me before either.

The sweet sting, his big dick, his dominance.

I came undone.

“Baby, baby, baby,” I panted, coming and coming, and oh my fucking God, coming.

He slid his thumb out, clasped my hips again and slammed me into his cock.

“Milk me with that pussy, fuck yeah,” he groaned, thrust in and grunted repeatedly, loudly, unashamedly, uninhibitedly.