Mykel (King's Descendants MC #3) - Bella Jewel Page 0,48

explain to me just how to get my target, and make sure I don’t miss, but every time he comes up to me and wraps his arms around me to hold my arms straight, I feel his big body against my back and my mind just shuts down.

I want him so bad, it’s a little embarrassing if I’m being honest.

He does something to me, something that makes me weak at the knees. Every single second I’m around him, I’m thinking about him being inside of me and my whole body comes to life with tingles of anticipation.

It’s not at all helpful right now.

“Come here,” he mutters, grabbing my arm and leading me to the truck.

“We’re leaving?” I ask, confused.

“No, Waverly. I’m goin’ to fuck you so you stop thinkin’ about it and pay attention to what I’m trying to show you.”

My cheeks heat as he presses my back against the truck, and he looks down at me with an expression that makes me suck my bottom lip into my mouth.

“Would you rather I didn’t?” he murmurs, his voice raspy as he stares at my lips.

“Oh no, I’m not complaining.”

“You’re fuckin’ insatiable. You always like this?”

“No,” I tell him honestly. “I mean, a girl loves sex, but you . . .”

“I what?” he growls, spinning me around so that my front is pressed against the truck now, and my back is to him.

“You make me crazy, I don’t know what it is. All I know is that when I’m around you, I can’t stop thinking about how good you feel inside of me.”

“You can tell me how good I feel while I take these fuckin’ jeans off.”

Oh, boy.

Oh, yes.

He takes my jeans and jerks them down, and I kick off a boot so I can get one leg out. That’s all I need. I made a point of not wearing any panties. I wasn’t exactly anticipating that we’d have sex, but I wasn’t ruling it out, either. I mean, look at him, wearing his blue jeans, a dark tee covered by a red rolled up flannelette shirt that makes him look like a goddamned mountain man.

Within seconds, he has his hands on my ass, his cock freed from his jeans and he’s kicking my legs apart with his foot. He steps forward, cock in his hand, and then he’s inside me. Deep and hard. No messing around. I whimper and my hands grip the sides of his truck as he starts fucking me with a ferocity I’ve never experienced. Ever. In all my life.

“Now,” he rasps, his voice low and deep. “Tell me how fuckin’ good I feel.”

“So good,” I whimper, my eyes wanting to roll back, my body wanting to collapse.

“You can do better than that.”

“You feel so fucking good inside of me.”

“How fuckin’ good?” he demands, slamming into me harder.

“God, so good.”

“Say my name.”

“Mykel.”

“Now like you fuckin’ mean it.”

“Mykel,” I scream, not a care in the world. Nobody can hear us out here. It’s just me and him.

“Fuck,” he barks. “Your pussy is so goddamned tight.”

Yes.

Oh, sweet Jesus, yes.

“More,” I beg.

“Fuckin’ sweetest little cunt.”

Oh god.

Oh my god.

Yes.

“I’m going to come,” I tell him, throwing my head back.

He catches my hair in one of his hands and jerks so he can lean down and press his damned mouth to my neck.

I can’t hold back.

I come so hard my knees shake. Mykel slams into me a few more times until he finds his release too, his cock pulsing - I can feel every movement. His mouth remains on my neck, going from hard bites to soft little kisses that make me feel things I don’t want to admit. When he pulls out and steps away, every part of me wishes he’d come back.

I’m getting feelings for him.

Strong feelings.

I’m going to end up hurt, I know it, yet here I am, unable to walk away.

I turn around slowly once he’s done his jeans up, and I fix my own before looking up at him. He reaches over and runs a thumb over my cheek. “You’re flushed.”

“Well, that’s what happens when you get fucked like that.”

He smiles, just a half smile, but it makes my heart swell.

“Now,” he murmurs, running a hand over his face, “are you going to pay attention?”

To him?

In those clothes?

Looking that good?

Unlikely.

“Sure,” I lie.

“Good, now come and stand over here. It’s important you learn how to do this, Waverly. Gotta know you’re safe when we can’t be there to protect you.”

Does he have some sort of feelings for me,