Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,48

a kiss, but I rear back and slap him across the face.

I’m not sure what comes over me. I feel alive. I want do it again.

He freezes, reaches up and rubs a hand on his cheek. He closes his eyes and lets out a deep groan, and that’s when I feel something hot and sticky landing on my stomach. My eyes round when I see thick streams of cum jetting from his fat cock.

Skirt’s eyes spring open, and I swear a different man is staring down at me. He pulls my hair and yanks our bodies close, sliding his fingers through his cum dripping down my stomach. He gathers it on his fingers and shoves them into my mouth. “Clean up the mess ye fucking made,” he demands, and I eagerly suck the cream off his skin. “Look at ye, hungry for my cum. Such a pretty sight.”

I love his praise.

I’ll be his fucking chapel if he allows me, and I’ll always to do my best to satisfy his needs. I’ll be the only religion he will ever need.

He turns off the water and yanks his fingers from my mouth. I’m about to ask what I did wrong, but he lifts me into his arms and carries me out of the shower stall and to his room. My skin turns cold from the sudden change in temperature, and he lifts me higher to suck a nipple into his mouth. My head flies back, and I arch into his rough suction. I want his mark. I want him to do anything and everything he wants to me.

When we get to his room, he throws me in the air onto his bed, wet and all. His cock is erect, arching over his belly button as he struts to me. Skirt knee-walks on the bed, causing the mattress to dip, and my tenacity vanishes as nerves wrack through me. What if he doesn’t like me? What if I’m not good in bed?

I honestly don’t know. Cohen never let me be active while we had sex.

I swallow when Skirt pushes his way between my legs. He falls over me, caging my head between his arms, and he bends down, kissing me softly. The rough foreplay is over. He’s shaking just as I am.

He doesn’t ask if I want it—he knows. He guides his cock between my sheath and sinks into my channel as slow as he can. “Oh, fuck. So good. So tight,” he says on a held breath.

Whimpering, I claw at his back and pinch my eyes shut as he stretches me. He’s way bigger than Cohen. I can hardly handle it.

“Tell me what to do.” Skirt immerses his face into my neck and gives me soft kisses along my jugular vein.

“You’re doing it,” I tell him, moaning when he begins to move.

“No, tell me what ye like. I—I—fuck—yer my first. I want to make ye feel good, Lips. I want to be the best ye’ve ever had.”

To say I’m stunned is an understatement. A man like Skirt, a virgin? It’s impossible, but when he pulls back and flashes vulnerability and uncertainty through his eyes, I know he’s telling the truth.

“You already are, Rohan.” I lift my head up to take his mouth in a kiss.

He deepens it, slashing his tongue between my lips. His confidence increases with every wave of his hips against mine, and soon he’s plowing his cock in and out of me like a seasoned pro. He’s hitting all the right places, sinking deeper with every stroke.

Skirt reaches down and plays with my clit, and it’s too much. I sink my teeth into his shoulder, biting the flesh until the skin breaks. I rip my mouth away when my orgasm tears away at my consciousness, and my vision blackens.

“Rohan!” I call out to him with every spasm of my walls gripping his cock.

“I’m going to come,” he warns, kissing me as he plants himself as far as he can go with every spasm of his orgasm. He’s warm inside me, filling me to the rim. Skirt brings his mouth to mine, kissing me gently while we both try to catch our breaths.

I don’t think I’ll ever fully breathe the same way again, not with how consuming Skirt is in every way, shape, and form. He suffocates me, yet at the same time, he brings me back to life.

Chapter Twelve

SKIRT

I’m on fucking cloud nine.

No, cloud one-hundred. Is that possible? No wonder blokes feel so much better after getting laid. I