UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,82
throat exposed as she pants. Sliding my other hand down, I curl my fingers around the back of her knee and slowly lift her leg, moving it to wrap around my hip.
“Please,” she begs. “Please fuck me.”
Her words should turn me off. This is more than just a simple fuck. They don’t though. I’m about to fucking blow as it is, there is no way I’m turning down her magical fucking cunt. Her hands leave my arms and I feel them tug against my pants. I let out a groan as she frees me.
She doesn’t have to stroke me, doesn’t have to even try to ready me. I am fucking ready, and I am ready for fucking.
“Guide me in, babe,” I murmur against her neck as I kiss the column of her throat.
Leighton guides me toward her center, I can’t control the moan as soon as I move my hand out of the way and I come into contact with her warm wetness. Reaching down, I wrap my other hand around the back of her knee and pick her up, pressing her back against the stone wall for balance.
“Yes,” she breathes as soon as I’m buried deep inside of her.
I don’t move right away, instead I stay where I am, where I belong. This is home. This is what I’ve been missing. This is what I almost lost. Pulling out slightly, I slide back inside, lifting my head, I look into her deep blue eyes.
“Never again,” I rasp.
She presses her lips together, her eyes wide, but she doesn’t agree. That’s fine. I’ll make her see that I’m in this with her. Her hands wrap around my shoulders, her fingers digging into the leather of my cut as I move slowly inside of her, taking her, grinding my pelvis against her clit, knowing with each hitch of her breath and flutter of her pussy that she’s climbing closer and closer toward her climax.
“You’re mine,” I state. “Only mine.”
She still doesn’t speak past her panting breaths, but that’s fine, she’s not going anywhere, not anytime soon. I continue to take her, making love to her outside of the clubhouse, against a filthy wall, during sunset.
It’s not romantic, it’s nowhere near classy, but it’s me and this is pretty much what my life is like. Filthy, classless, take and take, but all while giving to those who deserve it.
“Yes,” she hisses.
I pump faster, fucking her harder as I slam her back against the wall. She whimpers, growling as she murmurs me on, begging me to fuck her harder, not to stop—never to stop. Doesn’t she know, I’m never going to stop. She doesn’t have to even ask. Whatever she wants from me, she’s got it.
“I’m coming,” she cries out.
She doesn’t have to say a fucking word, another thing with her, I can feel that perfect fucking cunt squeeze me. Her thighs shake, she lets out a sigh and I know that she’s coming down. Except, now it’s my turn. My hips move, harder, faster, sweat gathering on my forehead, at the small of my back, as I slam into her over and over until I finally still and come.
We stay that way. Her against the wall, my cock buried inside of her, softening, as we both catch our breaths.
“Let me go,” she whispers.
“Never,” I grunt.
“This was the last time.”
I let out a low chuckle, touching my mouth to hers, I take a step back and release her, helping her stand on her shaky legs. Before I can even look down and admire her, she’s bending over, pulling her shorts on.
She turns from me as I pull my own jeans up and fasten them. I don’t ask why she’s suddenly being modest, don’t matter. I’ll have her laid out on my bed by tonight anyway. Kiss every inch of her beautiful body that I’ve been not only missing, but craving too.
“It wasn’t,” I grunt.
She spins around, taking a step closer to me as she tips her head all the way back, her eyes narrowing on mine. “It absolutely was. I’m only here because Dutch made me come back,” she snaps.
“Dutch?” I ask.
My blood burns beneath the surface at the mention of the other man. I know who he is, having only seen him in passing. What I don’t know is how the fuck she knows him and why in the fuck she has been with him, near him, and he fucking brought her here.
“You wanna explain that shit for me, and explain it really