Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,41

clit with his fingers at the same time.

“Skirt, yes! I’m going to come. I’m going to come. Yes—” My stomach quivers and spasms. “Yes!” My hands run through his hair, and I grab a fistful and pull as hard as I can. I’m going mad with how good he’s making me feel. He yanks up my shirt, pulls my bra down, and smacks my tit with his hand, over and over until my skin is red and my nipple is swollen. “Skirt! Oh, fuck,” I cry out when my legs tighten around his neck, and I squirt into his mouth with a powerful orgasm that’s been oppressed for far too long. Skirt laps me up eagerly, sucking down every drop.

He pulls away, lips shining with my slick, and his beard has droplets of my cum scattered in the hairs. He kisses his way up my body, dipping his tongue into my navel, and then his hands cup my tits. My right breast is burning from the hard slaps he gave me, and he licks up my body, sucking a nipple into his mouth, then letting it go with a plop.

“So perfect,” he says to himself.

“Skirt.” My hands grip his hair as reins, and I pull him up to my face, then lick his beard and mouth to taste myself.

“My god, yer going to make me come licking yer cum off me like that.” He bends his head to steal a kiss. I snake my arm down and lift up his kilt, then scratch my nails along the inner part of his thigh. He trembles, but as I’m about to wrap my hand around his cock, he stops me, then rolls off.

My legs are parted, my underwear are ripped, my breasts are exposed and one is red from being hit, and he just … stops.

“Skirt—”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s not ye, it’s me. I—” He presses his palms against his forehead and growls. “Fuck!” He hurries out the door and slams it shut behind him.

I don’t feel used, so I have no reason to be hurt. If anyone should feel used it’s Skirt because I got off. Oh, man, did I get off.

I’m coming! I’m coming! Bullseye, oh, Bullseye.

Bullseye grunts and slams his fist against the wall, “Take it, you come slut.”

“Oh god…” I cup my hands over my face as it heats with embarrassment.

What the fuck just happened?

Chapter Ten

SKIRT

I’m avoiding Dawn at all costs today.

Whatever happened yesterday cannot happen again. Fuck, as if she couldn’t be more perfect, her pussy had to taste like heaven, and she loved to fight me just like I’ve been fantasizing for myself.

She attempted to grab my cock, and I was already so on edge I knew I’d come right in the palm of her hand, and then I got nervous because—what if she wanted to fuck? I’m a biker, the one thing I should know how to do is fuck, but I don’t. So I got nervous. She has a walking, talking, four-year-old proof that she’s had sex.

What if I disappoint her? I can’t just eat her pretty cunt for the rest of my life.

I mean, I could, no hardship for me…

“Hey, Skirt,” Ellie grabs my arm as I’m about to go talk to Reaper. “You still want that puppy?”

Damn it. Forgot all about the damn mut. “Aye, I do.” I pull out my wallet hand her a hundred bucks. “Just take care of him for me, okay? I have to go do something. Just a few more days.”

“Sure,” she says with a gleeful grin on her face. She’s going to be a knockout when she’s of age, and Poodle knows it. He’s already punched a few of the guys in the face for looking too long. I’ve seen Ellie have eyes for Braveheart too, which will only sign his death warrant. At least they are closer in age. Braveheart is young and in his twenties. Every time Ellie comes into the room, Braveheart runs.

“Thanks, El. I owe you.” I give her a quick hug and leave, heading down the hallway to look for Reaper.

I see Tongue sitting at the table, along with Knives, and both look bored out of their minds. Things have been a little quiet since dealing with the strings that came with Melissa coming into Poodle’s life.

“Where’s Reaper?” I ask them, gripping the back of one of the kitchen chairs. I turn my head to look at Tongue, then Knives. Both of them blow out a breath at the same