Royally Chosen Christmas (Royal Sons MC #7) - Elle Boon Page 0,57

head pressed against hers, his balls against her ass.

“Give me a minute,” she breathed, zings of pleasure and pain whipping through her.

Nothing could’ve prepared her for the feel of him inside her. No wonder the girl was screaming like a banshee in her treehouse. She giggled.

He pulled back, raising a brow.

When she told him, he pulled back, slamming back inside. “A banshee, huh?”

Over and over again, he entered her.

“Yes, Scott, Sir, harder, please.” She hoped he didn’t take that as topping and stop.

He scooped one arm under her ass, lifting her closer, moving her other leg up higher on his hip. “Fuck, I can’t get close enough. Never close enough.”

She felt the same way. Lifting her hips, she met his surging thrusts with her own, until he gripped her sides, taking control. He powered in and out, pulling and pushing her, driving them both so hard she wasn’t sure how his headboard didn’t drive through the wall. And then she wasn’t thinking, only feeling, coming around his cock. The feel of the piercing rubbing along her G-spot nobody had ever found before.

“Son of a bitch, your pussy is clamping down on me so fucking tight. God yes, baby, squeeze me,” he roared.

The feel of his cock jerking inside her was unbelievable. She’d read about it but had thought it was a myth, or a thing they’d made up. Scott’s cock, jerking, spilling with each twitch of his body inside her was felt deep within her. For one crazy moment, she almost wished she hadn’t been on any birth control, because she knew that if there was any man, any chance she could have a baby, he was the only one she’d choose. Only she’d fucked her body up so long ago, nearly dying in the process, she didn’t think she’d ever be blessed with his beautiful babies.

Her body was still twitching, with Scott hammering in and out of her, but she could tell he was watching her. She focused on the feel of him in her, that sweet feeling of being filled. Her breasts tingled, loving the rasp of his chest over her.

“I swear, that was the most sublime moment. Somewhere between heaven and hell, baby. Now tell me what made you get that clouded look on your face.” Scott rested on his elbows, bracketing her head.

Talena shook her head slightly, marveling at the fact he was still hard inside her. “Isn’t this when you roll over and offer to get me a washcloth to clean our mess up.”

He raised up slightly, looking between them where his cock slid out slightly, showing her the evidence of his come and hers covering him. “Nope, seems pointless when I’m just going to be getting you messy all over again. Besides this way, you’re all lubed up. Now you won’t need to worry about the baby’s arm,” he teased.

She slapped his arm, burying her face in his chest.

Unwilling to let her hide from him, he tugged on her hair. “Come on, you and I both know I’m not going to let you get away without telling me.”

“Can you let me sit up?”

“Nope, I like my spot. How about this?” He rolled, taking her with him so she was the one on top. “Since you like to try and top, is this better?”

TALENA WAS HIDING SOMETHING from him, and he wasn’t going to let her. When she’d come around him, it had almost been painful how tight her pussy had contracted. It had taken all his discipline not to fuck her like a madman, and then he’d seen the way her eyes had clouded. In that moment, he’d recognized the look of someone who wasn’t fully in the moment. He’d get to the bottom of what, where, and why. It hadn’t taken long for her to come back to what they were doing, but for a man like him, he wouldn’t allow his woman to lose herself unless it was to him and their pleasure.

“Tell me,” he ordered.

“I was...I’m sorry, Scott. I didn’t mean to disappoint you.”

He tugged on her hair. “Don’t. Don’t try that fucking shit with me. Tell me.”

“Fine. When we were making love, I was thinking I wished I wasn’t on any protection, but then reality slapped me, and I realized it probably didn’t matter because I screwed up.”

Her words were so angry, then soft, his heart hurt for her. “How did you screw up, baby?”

As he lay beneath her, listening to her explain, he felt a rage unlike any he’d