B - stard (Royal Bastards MC) - Sapphire Knight Page 0,36
I like peace and compassion, but his intense passion is quickly snuffing it all out. The way he touches me, the way he is…it’s addicting.
“You’d hurt them for me?” I breathe the question, panting between the words. He has my pussy so needy, I keep clamping down on his long shaft each time he hits me deep.
His eyes flair, his teeth gritting together as he watches me writhe in pleasure. “Fuck, yes,” he proclaims and slams home. It’s too much, too deep, and I cry out. He’d dropped his hand away from my mouth and I went and practically told on myself. No one has heard him come in my room, though, so my guards will think I’m in the shower pleasuring myself. It’ll be hard for them to believe, as it hasn’t happened in the past where they could overhear, but there’s a first time for everything.
“You like that? Feeling me fuck you hard, knowing I’m tearing that sweet little pussy open for my cock?”
“God, yes!” I shamelessly relent. He’s good, far too good, that there’s no way I’ll even attempt to deny it. His strong body holds me in place as I rub my hands over each dip and swell of hardened muscle. He’s more man than I’ve had my hands on before. He puts those straitlaced proper guys to shame with his filthy mouth and monstrous cock. “I’m close,” I choke out, growing more desperate with each thrust.
He takes my words to heart, his grip tightening as he bares down and slams into me. He bends his knees and drives his cock upwards in short, ruthless thrusts. His pelvis hits my clit repeatedly, the sensations so overwhelming that tears spring to my eyes. I feel like I have a hurricane brewing inside, and it keeps swirling bigger as my orgasm nears. This man doesn’t fuck, he consumes, taking ownership to any pussy he touches. No wonder why my sister didn’t want to come home if she’s being fucked like this. It’d be hard for me to think straight enough to make it back myself.
“You’re so fucking sexy—and this body, babe. You’re the type of bitch that drives a brother insane with lust. I’ve thought of nothing else but dipping inside this pussy from the moment I laid eyes on ya.”
I should be appalled, completely offended that he just referred to me in that sense. I’m not. If anything, his words throw me into a tailspin. I feel desired, ridiculously beautiful and sensual in his gaze, and that’s a heady feeling for a woman to experience. It’s a sense of power at its finest to know a man wants you that badly. Especially someone like Ripper who’s fucked his share of women—all beautiful in their own sense, no doubt.
“Oh, yes!” I cry, grinding my soaked pussy against him as my peak nears. The water’s ice cold, but I don’t pay any attention to it. He has me overheated, warmed by his big body pressed against mine. “Yes!” I repeat and he growls ferociously, his teeth sinking into the top of my breast. My eyelids flutter closed, my head falling backward. It slams against the tile, but the shock of pain does nothing. I’m riding too high on my tumultuous orgasm to pay attention to anything other than myself and the man ramming my pussy.
“I’m going to come. Fuck, I wish I could come inside this pussy,” he groans against my breast and bites the opposite globe. His cum floods the condom, his shaft throbbing with each blistering jet of seed. My pussy tenses and releases with each pulse, the feeling sends delightful aftershocks through my body, making me crave more.
It’s a good thing he’s holding me up, because I’d be Jell-O on the floor of the shower right now. “Wow…just wow,” I hum, tucking my face into his neck. The spray hasn’t completely chased away his scent of leather and sage. It makes me want to taste his flesh and continue the exploration by discovering every inch of this man.
“I’m not done, Gem.”
“Huh?” I ask, suddenly feeling a bit sleepy now that I’ve been sated.
Ripper wraps his arms around my back, holding my frame to his tightly. I feel warm and safe and overall completely satisfied. I’m content after a day of thinking about him, and believing I was never going to see him again.
“Cover my earrings with a towel,” I whisper into his ear, remembering that the guys can hear us as Ripper carries me to my