Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,53

a dusting of freckles on it. “I’m your last too, Violet, just like you’re mine. Maybe you don’t know that yet, that’s okay, but I do.” I hold onto the sides of her neck and steal her lips into a searing, desperate kiss.

She whimpers down my throat, and I swallow it eagerly. My back tenses when her nails scratch down my spine, and on instinct I thrust my hips, wishing I were inside her. I slip my hands down her body, the silk slipping under my palm as I lift the hem by running my fingers up her thigh.

Her tits stretch the material with every breath she takes. The hard peaks of her nipples can be seen tenting the nightie, and it’s erotic knowing they are hard, because she wants this so much. “I don’t know if I want to take this off or keep it on because you look so gorgeous in it,” I say, sitting up on my knees and staring down at her. Her eyes are wide with anticipation and her curls are sprung all over my pillow.

She bends her knees, and the nightie slips down to her hips, making the decision easier than I thought. “Off it is,” I growl, and in one fluid motion, pull the gown up and over her head. I throw it to the ground, not caring where it lands, when I see her naked for the first time.

I’m stunned silent. How the fuck am I supposed to handle something as gorgeous as her and not get carried away?

Her breasts are perfect, bigger than the palm of my hand, and her nipples are a cherry red that has me bending down. I suck one into my mouth needing a taste. She arches her back, whimpering when I flick my tongue over the bud.

I pluck and twist the other nipple, and while I’m playing with her, she rubs her hands over my pecs and finds my piercing. She pulls and twists, getting a groan from me. Out of all the women I’ve been with, no one has ever taken the time to play with my piercings. That’s what they are there for. It feels so fucking good with the bite of pain.

Her nipple leaves my mouth with a wet pop, and I kiss my way down her stomach until I get to her pussy. “Fucking gorgeous,” I rumble, pleased when I see trimmed hair and bare light-pink lips glistening, just waiting for me.

“You’re overdressed,” she interrupts me admiring her.

“I want you right now.” I try to get her mind off me taking off my pants. There’s big dick, then there is too big of dick, and that’s where I land. I don’t want to ruin this or scare her off or intimidate her.

“And before you can have me, I want you to take off your pants,” she replies.

“Too fucking bad,” I nearly snarl before latching my lips on her sweet piece of candy to satisfy my sweet tooth. She bucks and squirms, running her fingers through my hair. She tugs on the root, and I moan into her cunt, hoping her mind is off my pants.

I know it’s inevitable, but I can buy time.

While I’m sucking on her clit, I slip a finger into her virgin hole. It’s hot, tight, and slick with her vanilla frosting.

“Amos,” she moans my real name. Something about it makes this moment a lot more intimate.

The girls I’ve been with scream Kansas.

And I hate Kansas.

Which in turn, kind of made me hate them.

“Amos, oh, don’t stop.”

Someone would have to shoot me dead right now in order for that to happen. I slip another finger in, and she takes it easily. I glance up to witness her kneading her breasts. I have the perfect view of her.

I insert a third finger, and she finally hisses from the discomfort, but I continue trying to figure out the code to her lock, flicking my tongue up and down, side to side. I write my name on this pussy, snarling as I open my mouth wider and suck in a part of her folds into my mouth. My arm lies across her stomach to hold her down, and I increase the pressure with my mouth, feasting like a king.

I’m finger fucking her long and hard now. Wet sounds fill the room along with her whines. She gets louder with every ticking second that passes. Her thighs begin to tremble and her stomach tenses. “Amos, I’m going to… you’re going to make me