Mykel (King's Descendants MC #3) - Bella Jewel Page 0,45

hang onto me until I’m safely on the ground again.

Our kiss quickly becomes one of pure passion, and I want nothing more than to let him sink his cock inside me, right here, right now, but at the same time I want to take it slow. I want to feel his body, feel his mouth against mine, feel everything he has to offer before I come out of this drunken haze and things go back to the way they were before.

“Put your mouth on me,” I murmur, tearing my lips away from his.

“Where?” he growls.

“My pussy.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” His voice is husky and aroused.

He lets me go, and the minute my feet hit the timber patio, he is on his knees in front of me, tearing my jeans down my legs until I’m fumbling out of them. He tosses them to the side, and makes light work of my panties, tearing them off as if they’re nothing more than a brittle piece of string. Then, without warning, he does exactly what I asked.

He buries his face into my pussy.

My moan catches in my throat. My intoxicated mind is a little slow, but the moment it catches up, I’m gripping the railings and he’s got my legs around his shoulders and his tongue so deep in me I can’t contain my screams of pleasure. I don’t care who hears.

I don’t give a fuck.

His tongue torments me with perfect swirls and jabs, and his lips suck and pull until I’m trembling and shaking as an orgasm gets so close I almost want to push it back so I can feel this for a second longer. Mykel doesn’t pause, though. He eats my pussy like a goddamned hungry man, and I’m not at all ungrateful.

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

And god, does he do it well.

When I orgasm, I do so clutching his hair, my body trembling in his arms. He doesn’t pull his mouth from my flesh until I’m weak in his grasp, with no strength left. Only then does he stand, pulling me to him and bringing his lips down over mine in a kiss that has my entire world spinning.

“I need to be inside you right fuckin’ now,” he growls.

I don’t waste any time. I tug at his jeans, freeing his cock, and then my legs are back around his waist, and he’s plunging into me without so much as a pause. His cock fills me and my cries fill the night sky. I moan his name as he begins to piston, slowly at first, with long, delicious thrusts that bring my body to the edge. Then he begins a quicker pace, his hips moving a little more frantically.

I can’t take a single second more of it. I come with a ferocity I didn’t know existed. Mykel follows only minutes later, his huge body tensing before he growls a release, dropping his head onto my shoulder.

I can’t help it; I bring my fingers up to his hair and I run them through it. As his head rests on me, I take the moment to show him some affection, to show him he can trust me, to show him that I care. I stroke at his hair, and surprisingly, he lets me do it. He leaves his face in the crook of my neck for minutes before finally pulling back and looking at me. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I smile at him.

And, to my utter delight, he smiles back.

13

WAVERLY

I don’t know what time we fall asleep, but we actually talked beforehand. We laid in his bed after our shower together, where the kissing got so intense that I begged to be fucked again, and, to my delight, Mykel delivered. Then we crawled into his bed and we talked. We talked about Dax and the plan. We talked about my family and his family. We talked about the club and life in general.

It was bloody perfection, and there’s not a single thing I would have done.

He’s opening up to me, things are changing, and I couldn’t be more pleased about it.

I fell asleep knowing that tomorrow would be a better day, and when I woke in the morning to the sounds of birds chirping, and Mykel sleeping beside me, I was right.

I roll, glancing at the big, beautiful man in my bed. He’s so goddamned perfect, and I don’t think he realizes it. Asleep, he looks peaceful, like the pain he carries in his chest isn’t weighing him down. His jaw is