The Biker and the Loner (Oil and Water #3)- S. Ann Cole Page 0,44

you want?"

I swallow. I don’t know, but that thing looks a lot bigger than I remember. Then again, the night had been dark, bloody, and painful, so maybe not. Maybe I'm just finding it hard to believe he'd managed to fit that inside me, a virgin at the time.

How’s it even possible? How?

Bunching my dress up to my waist, he grabs a fistful of my panties and drags them down and off my legs, tossing them aside.

"Plump…juicy…fuckin’ beautiful pussy, " he whispers with something akin to reverence as he strokes himself. “And all mine.”

A pulsing ache at my apex, I spread my legs wider and undulate my hips. Any minute now, big guy.

Scratch licks his lips and dives down, and it takes me a fast second to register what he's about to do. I throw my hand out to stop him, my palm connecting with his forehead just inches from my sex.

"No,” I breathe. “Please, don’t.”

His disappointment is unhidden but his anger is restrained. "Still?"

I’m sheepish as I whisper, "I'm sorry."

“Ley…” He crawls up my body and locks his gaze with mine, hovering. "Sure you wanna do this now? Don't mind waiting ‘til you're ready, you know. There’s no rush. Just having you here with me is enough."

I don't even need to second guess it. I mean, is he serious? This is all I've ever wanted. "No, I'm sure."

"'Kay, baby." He leans down and kisses me, soft and gentle, while he subtly positions himself at my entrance.

Dilated lust-filled eyes on mine, he asks in earnest, "You’re my woman?"

I've fought it for as long as I could, but the truth is the truth, so that's what I answer with. The truth. "I'm your woman."

At the same time he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, he sinks himself into me. And my eyes roll back, a gratified gasp wafting through my lips like smoke. “Dios mio…Si…”

He withdraws to the tip, then drives in again with a loud groan. “Tight,” he murmurs. “So goddamn tight.”

I lock my arms around his neck and pull his mouth down to mine, loving the feel of him inside me, of his weight and warmth above me, feeling cherished and secure beneath him.

His hips rotate as he fucks me, unhurried and unselfish. I match his rhythm, meeting him pelvis to pelvis. Pleasure swells inside me with each deliberate thrust, with each swivel of his hips, with each stroke of his tongue against mine.

As an orgasm broils on the horizon with the acute intensity of a typhoon, I lock my legs around his waist to feel him deeper. “Scratch…Landon…Jesus, you feel so good inside me…tan bien…yes, like that…Just like…that.”

Like erratic winds before a storm, he changes speed, rhythm, and direction without warning. Hitting me deeper and harder, sexing me for me, not for himself.

“You’re close, baby,” he exhales against my lips. “Can feel your walls closing…closing in. Fuck, they’re gonna squeeze my dick so fuckin’ tight when you…”

“Si…si…so close…”

With that, he slides his hands under my hips, cups my ass, and elevates me so I’m feeling the penetration of his fierce thrusts on a level too extreme for me to withstand. In a matter of seconds, I’m clenching and tightening around him as my orgasm blasts through me like an explosion, ripping me to shreds.

“Hijo de puta!” I cry out right before I sink my teeth into his shoulder, my nails digging into his back as I tremble and shake beneath him like a violent earthquake.

“Shit, fuck, shit, I knew it…I knew it…You’re squeezing the fuck outta me, Ley,” Scratch blathers as his hips begin pumping faster and faster. He covers me with the entirety of himself, caging and confining me, sealing himself to me as he plunges into me over and over. “I can’t… I—fucker!”

I can no longer keep up. It’s as if he’s possessed, driven mad. I’m still rippling with the aftershocks of my orgasm when he grabs my face and delves his tongue into my mouth. Kissing me so fiercely it’s like a raging rock song.

As his strokes lengthen and become more rigid, I know he’s close, so while kissing him back with matching fervor, I claw my nails down his back again, slow and deliberate.

Like I knew it would, it sends him barreling over the edge. His big, muscled body locks and seizes above mine as he rockets to the summit, his feral sounds of pleasure reverberating through me.

We slow our kiss, but we don’t stop. We soothe each other with languid glides of