Sinner's Revenge (Sinner's Creed MC #2)(43)
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SHADY
“YOU ARE SO f*cking hot!” Diem says for the hundredth time since we left the bar. She’s buzzed. And horny. And that’s fine by me. I need the distraction.
We’re in the truck and she has my dick in her hands, her mouth on my neck, and my new shiny truck isn’t new and shiny anymore because I keep hitting ditches. Finally, I pull over.
No sooner is the truck in park than I’m in her mouth. And just like she promised—I’m all the way at the back of her throat.
“Motherf*cker . . . ,” I groan, fisting my hand into her hair. Her mouth is like a vacuum suctioned around my cock. Her tongue is practicing magic on my shaft. She’s gripping me with muscles I never knew existed inside a woman’s mouth. Her lips are pinched tight, forcing all the blood to the head of my cock as she pulls back. Then they part—and the feeling of release is so overwhelming, I almost come in her mouth.
“Come here,” I growl, lifting her onto my lap—knowing I won’t last one more second if I stay inside her mouth any longer. With a slip of my fingers, her panties are pushed to the side and I’m sinking inside her—bareback and not giving one ounce of f*ck. My hands tighten around her waist as I move her body up and down on my cock.
“Ohmigod you feel so good,” she breathes, her head thrown back so her neck is exposed to me. I bite her, lick her, suck her sweaty flesh, and my dick grows harder with her every moan. She feels like heaven. We’re flesh on flesh, skin on skin, my cock is soaked in her wetness, and I’ve never felt anything like it.
Her hips move in sync with me. She dances on my cock, her bare thighs bouncing on mine every time I lift her, then slam her back down. I flip up the console, then move us until she’s laying on her back and I’m driving into her. Pushing her dress up her body, I run my hands over her smooth stomach, knowing that in moments I’ll be coming on the flawless, tanned flesh.
I look down and she is splayed open before me, and I can’t f*cking help it. I have to taste her. Pulling out, I bury my face between her thighs, licking and sucking her until she’s coming in my mouth. Then I’m filling her again—pounding into her quivering *.
I flip her to her knees, pushing her skirt up over her back so I have a full view of her ass that calls my name—begging me to be inside it. She’s so turned on at this point, I know she is as ready as she’ll ever be. I put my hand on her back, pushing her further down in the seat. Her ass raises slightly and I flex my hips to hit that sweet spot inside her. With every stroke, she moans, her body jerks, and she becomes more relaxed—opening herself up to me.
My finger circles her ass—moistening it with her own arousal. I slip the tip inside and she doesn’t even flinch. Taking it further, I continue the slow, torturous strokes while my finger slides in and out of her—widening the one thing on her body that has never been touched. The one thing that will solely belong to me. The one thing that I’ve wanted, dreamed about, and went to extensive lengths to gain. Now she was going to give it to me.
When I place the tip of my cock in her ass, she flinches and my fingers find her *. She loosens up, and I slide inside her one painstakingly slow centimeter at a time. My eyes roll back in my head at the feel of her. She’s so tight it almost hurts—but it’s so f*cking good.
“Relax, baby.” My words are a strangled whisper, but at my command her body relaxes. Something about dominating a woman as independent and self-righteous as her makes the feeling of being inside her that much sweeter.
After what could have been hours, I pull out and slide easily back inside. I don’t even try to suppress the guttural sounds coming out of my mouth. And with my response, she relaxes further—completely submitting her body to me. Knowing that I have it at my disposal and she’s completely at my mercy makes me want her that much more.
“Does this sweet ass belong to me, Diem?” I ask, my tone low and throaty.
“Yes,” she breathes, and I feel her * tighten around my fingers at the sound of my voice. She likes when I talk dirty. And I like to give my girl everything she wants.
“You should f*ckin’ see how good you look from behind.”
Her answer is a moan that comes from so deep inside her, I can feel the hum on my cock. “Your ass in the air . . . my cock going in and out of you . . . your sweet, perfect * coming all over my fingers . . . It’s f*cking beautiful, baby.” And damn if it ain’t.
I love f*cking her like this. I’ve claimed her ass. I finally got what I’ve been wanting. And I know how not to f*ck up a good thing. I don’t want to hurt her or be the reason she can’t walk tomorrow, so I refrain from f*cking her like I want to—hard and fast and raw. But she has no regard for her own well-being and demands I give it to her just like she likes it.
Just like I like it.
Hard and fast and raw. My grip on her waist tightens, and with the jerk of my arms, I’m pulling her back against me. Before the sound of her ass hitting my stomach can fill the air, I’m driving inside her again until the sound of her screams overpower the sound of flesh on flesh. Her fingers find her clit, and almost instantly, she’s coming on my cock.
When I feel my balls tighten, I pull out and flip her on her back. I want to look at her when I come. Seconds later, I’m coming on her stomach. Her hands slide over her skin, rubbing my come over her stomach and the top of her *. She’s panting. Her eyes are wide and captivating. I can’t do anything but look at her. She’s f*cking beautiful.