Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(53)

“Zeek, I…” She pauses, her * throbbing against my tongue. Pulling my head up, I leave her on the edge of an orgasm.

“Not yet, baby. If I let you come on my tongue, my cock would be pissed off at me.” She giggles, her legs relaxing.

“Your Cock-A-Saurus Rex would be jealous?”

“My what?” I smirk before climbing back over her, careful not to hit her injuries.

Her cheeks flush. “Nothing.”

I kiss her hard, giving her a taste of herself. She doesn’t complain; in fact, she returns the kiss hungrily, her tongue diving in and out of my mouth slowly, savoring.

My cock skims her wet *, my calves twitching to propel forward. Her feet hook around my legs, her body arching into mine.

Pushing the head of my cock into her wetness, I slowly sink in as far is it will go. It takes all the strength in my body to take my time, to go slowly.

“Oh, my God, yes,” she moans quietly, my dick filling her.

Holding myself up with my fists pressed into the mattress, I lift my head, eyes closed as her tight * clenches my dick like a vice.

“This is what I needed. You,” I groan. I’ve never felt anything like it before. Just her sweet cunt gripping my dick is a sensation of its own. My eyes snap open when I suddenly realize I’m not wearing a condom.

“Fuck, I don’t have a condom.” Her eyes pop open lazily. “They’re in my pants.”

She shakes her head. “No, don’t stop.” Her words are breathy, lust-filled.

Slowly, I pull my dick out some, the feeling of her so f*cking good I thrust forward instead of withdrawing. “I should go get it,” I breathe heavily.

“Y-yeah,” she pants, her hips meeting my thrusts.

“Goddamn!” I growl, falling into the crook of her neck. When she does that, setting our bodies in sync like that, it undoes me. I can’t go slow anymore. I’m losing control.

I roll us, making sure not to put any pressure on her, placing her on top. When she takes charge, it’s like I’ve never had sex before.

Her eyes widen, as if she isn’t sure how she got on top. Her breasts hanging slightly, her body is still wet and a shade of pink from the hot bath.

Grabbing her hips, I rock her back and forth, and her nails impale my pecs. “So good,” she murmurs.

Taking over, she slowly f*cks me, little moans and harsh breaths escaping her parted lips. Pressing my palms on her back, she lowers herself, and I kiss her nipple before sucking it into my mouth. I’m obsessed with her tits. And her mouth. And her ass. I’m just obsessed; I can’t get enough of her. Her head lolls back, her mouth hanging open in satisfaction as I lave at her perfect little nipple. I could live in her tits and never complain. Grabbing them both with my hands, I kiss the mound of one breast before sucking hard, claiming her, marking her as mine with a hickey.

“Yes!” she moans, her speed picking up quickly. Her knees dig into the mattress, her nails scratching the shit out of my chest. But I love it, feeding off seeing her come undone by my dick. Pressure shoots up my shaft, and I come hard.

Growling, I grab her hips, taking over. I lift and lower her quickly, needing a faster rhythm. Just as my cum is about to spill, I pull out, white beads spraying along her abdomen.

Catching me off-guard, her mouth slips over the head, sucking it hard. Her hair falls around her and my dick like a curtain. My orgasm intensifies, my balls squeezing together hard. It’s literally painful.

My legs tense, my toes curling as my jaw clenches until there’s nothing left for me to release. Lifting her head, she runs the back of her hand across her mouth, her hair everywhere in the sexiest way possible. My chest heaves for air, my lungs feeling like I just ran a f*cking marathon.

She smiles, resting her palms on my chest. “I’ve never done that before.” How can that be possible? How can she be possible?

Dear God, this girl is going to be the end of me. Because I’ll die before I let her walk away from me. I’ll burn this entire f*cking town down before I let another man inside of her.





JILLIAN


I smell bacon. I stretch, my body sore from the crash, but amazingly sore in other areas, too.

Sitting up in the bed, I wipe at my eyes, crust from the corners scratching my skin. I touch at my hair; it’s a rat’s nest. Holding the sheet to my chest, I slide to the end of the mattress and look for my clothes. They are scattered everywhere, and so are Zeek’s.

“Hungry?” Looking up, Zeek has a spatula in one hand with a sizzling skillet in the other. He’s naked, rocking a semi hard-on.

“Um…” I’m at a loss for words.

He juts his chin over his shoulder. “Come.” Then he walks off, his fine, chiseled ass cheeks and tattooed back in perfect view.

Swallowing hard, I stand, testing out my foot without the brace. It’s sore, but I’m not putting that damn thing back on.

I yank open a dresser drawer and sift through my panties. I don’t have anything sexy. I have cute, I have frilly, but nothing that sexy. I grab a pair of pink panties that have white lace along the hem. I think I have a matching bra in here somewhere. Digging to the bottom, I find it and start putting them on. I need to make a point of going to Victoria’s Secret.

I pull on a red tank top and some gray sweats, grabbing a hair ribbon off the dresser before stepping out.