Doc (Ruthless Kings MC #7) - K.L. Savage Page 0,91
bury my face into the pillow, wondering how me focusing on him and sucking his cock turned into him reciprocating. I’m not complaining, but I wasn’t expecting this.
His fingers rub between the wet folds of my pussy, coaxing my clit erect as a rush of liquid heat escapes me. He hums, the vibrations shaking my lower belly. Eric slips his fingers inside me, pumping in and out while he lavishes me.
“Eric,” I moan, squeezing a fistful of sheets in my left hand.
“I don’t know which part of you I want more,” he growls. “That ass, I love how it grips my cock. But I love how wet this cunt is,” he says, pulling his finger free. I look over my shoulder to see him sucking the soaked digits into his mouth. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough. I’ll never be satisfied.”
My cheeks heat, and I bury my face in the pillow, feeling overwhelmed to be wanted in such a capacity. Eric slides up my body from behind, lays a kiss on my shoulder, and rubs his cock along my throbbing lips, coating his cock with my slick. “Are you okay?” he asks, curling his arm around my chest and squeezing my right breast.
“Never better,” I say honestly, wishing he and I could stay wrapped up in these hotels sheets forever. No outsiders, no drama, no obligations.
Just the two of us.
But that isn’t reality. Life is filled with responsibility and obligations. They can never be ignored. The world doesn’t wait for people to be ready for unexpected misfortunes or blessings; it expects you to be ready, no matter what.
People have to adjust, to adapt, and have to figure it out day by day.
Right now, I know I’m not ready for Eric, and I’m not ready to be a mother. With how strongly they make me feel, they make me want to be, so I’m adapting.
I’m changing.
I’m learning to accept love. Love is hard to wrap your head around and understand when no one has ever received it before.
And now that I have it, I never want to let it go.
No matter how much I’m not ready for it, I want to be.
Eric pushes inside me, and a warm, shaky breath leaves my shoulder when he drives in to the hilt. I groan into the bed and bite the pillow, wondering how something so damn wide could ever feel so good. His pelvis moves away from me, and his cock slides salaciously against my plush walls. His fingers slide down the crease of my ass, and a playful grin tilts my lips. A part of him always needs to be inside me … everywhere. At all times.
I love it.
He pushes a finger into my ass while filling me with every delicious inch of him. His free hand rubs over a beaded nipple, and his palm splays across my stomach, protecting me, protecting the baby. He’s telling me he’s all in.
I turn my head and capture his lips with mine, needing to be closer to the man who has come in and ripped my heart from my chest and claimed it as his own.
Eric removes his fingers from my ass and wraps his arms around me, tightening my back to his chest as he slows his thrusts, slowing the urgency and creating something I’ve never experienced before.
On instinct, I try to thrust back against him, but he keeps me still by gripping my hip, warning me. I bite his lip into my mouth and give it a solid tug. He punches his hips forward, stealing the breath from my body and owning it as his.
“Fuck, Jo. Fuck, you feel too goddamn good.” He lays his forehead against my shoulder, and wraps his arms around my waist, crisscross, and hugs me as he buries himself as far as he can go. “I fucking love you. Damn it, Jo. Damn it! I love you. Never in my life…” He mutters the last sentence, “Never in my life has anything ever felt so good.” He slams his lips on me and groans when I clench my muscles on the inside, a firm warning that I’m about to come.
“I love you too,” I tell him, climbing with him higher to orgasm. “I think I always have,” I admit, thinking back to the first time I saw him. He helped me out of the van from Jersey, and immediately I was wrapped in his strength.