Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(38)

“Jesus Christ,” he grunts, his words sounding like he’s in pain. He stalls, and my heart stammers.

“What? What’s wrong?” Oh, my God, did the condom break?

His breathing becomes harsh, his forehead lined with tension.

“I don’t think I’ll last long,” he confesses. “Your * is so tight it’s f*cking choking my cock.” He pulls out, and my back arches as my eyes roll. The head of his dick hitting something just right, I gasp for air.

“I said I’d go slow, but I lied. There’s no way I can go slow when it feels this damn good.”

At that, he grunts, picking up the pace. His back muscles flex and roll beneath my fingers as he thrusts in and out of me.

My hands roam over the cement-like muscle that makes up his back, until I reach the cheeks of his ass. They’re so firm, tensing with every push of his hips.

A tide of familiar warmth envelopes my body, and I curl my toes. My body loosens, and I’m getting lost in the rhythm our bodies are creating together. My hips begin to meet his, riding the wave of euphoria.

“Shit, Jillian,” he groans, our bodies in sync with each other. Greedy hands palm my breast and my left ass cheek, his thrusts becoming more predominant.

I moan in response, my words coming out incoherent and not making any sense. He drives into me harder, and a spark ignites. I moan loudly, and I mean loudly. I crash my mouth down onto his shoulder, trying to stifle the embarrassing sounds leaving my mouth as my body falls into bliss, succumbing to everything Zeek is offering. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and my body tenses from the intense orgasm wracking through my every limb.

Zeek groans, his face falling into the crook of my neck as he comes seconds later.

Our sweaty bodies still, loud panting filling the room.

“Shit,” Zeek states, the word breathy. I nod, my body feeling like mush. Slowly, he pulls from me, my body feeling empty and cold at his departure. Goosebumps race up my spine in spite of the sweat dripping from my skin. He rolls over, his hand swiping his hair from his sweaty forehead. I flip onto my chest, resting my head on both of my arms, and glance at him. He’s facing the ceiling, trying to catch his breath.

We lie like that in silence, our bodies and minds exhausted. My eyes droop, and my breathing finally evens out. I’ve never had an orgasm before today. I’ve tried numerous times, yet Zeek gave me two in one day. I think he awoke a sex-craved princess in me... ‘cause I want more.

***

“Wake up, Jillian.” Hot breath accompanies the whisper against the back of my head, weight pressing into the back of my calves. My eyes lazily open, and I find Zeek sitting on his haunches, his cock freestanding and ready for more. The room is dark, yet still light enough for me to make out Zeek. My body responds instantly; my nipples harden, and my sex beads with wetness. Feeling a little more comfortable with my body around Zeek—and half-asleep—I push myself up with my hands, pressing my ass to him.

“That’s my girl,” he groans, palming the mounds of my ass cheeks. He bends down, grabbing the condoms off the floor. After he puts one on, he places one hand on the small of my back, the other on the base of his cock. He settles himself between my wet lips, the soreness from before immediately forgotten, my sex throbbing to have him again. Butterflies swarm in my stomach in anticipation. Pressing himself in, he thrusts forward without haste. His pace is harder than before, but perfect. I grasp the sheets as he nearly pulls all the way out before driving right back into me. I gasp as my body rocks back and forth. My headboard slams into the wall, the legs of it screeching against the hardwood floor. He’s hitting me just right, my body buzzing with pleasure already. His chest hovers over me, his hand grasping my tit firmly. I hiss and begin to meet his thrusts. He growls in my ear, his teeth scraping along the outer shell. He seems to like it when my body becomes in sync with his.

His hands leave my breast and fist my hair roughly. Slowly, he turns my head and his mouth captures mine, seizing the breath from my lungs. He licks my tongue, and his lips suck and take whatever I have to offer. I know without a doubt he’s marking my soul. My body responds to him in a way I can’t comprehend. My mind, once made to believe he was the bad guy, is not so sure anymore. People with common sense fear the Outlaws. They lock their doors at night, and they look in a room before entering. Me? I take one to bed, willingly. And I’d do it over and over again if it means I get to see him naked every day.

His body shudders, a roar leaving his lips and filling my mouth. Hearing him come undone, feeling his heart pound against my back, throws my body over the edge. Clenching my eyes shut, I cry out with pleasure, my body winding up so tight until my arms give out, causing us to fall into the mattress. Zeek drives into me one more time, not wanting it to end.

His breath wisps into my hair, his chest hard and sticky against my back.

“I can’t get enough of you, Jillian. I’ve f*cked you twice and my dick is still insatiable.”

I half laugh, my heart racing in my chest before falling into a deep sleep once again.





EIGHT





ZEEK


A tickle on my foot causes me to jerk awake.

“Meow.”

Sitting up straight, the cat from Hell is sitting at the foot of the bed staring at me with its devil eyes. He’s licking his lips, his tail flicking back and forth. My mother told me and Lip growing up that black cats are bad luck, that they bring evil energy. So to say I grew up a little… nervous around them is accurate.