Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,64

bite down on the pink, sensitive bead. “Fuck,” I hiss and arch my back, loving the feel of unexpected nipple play. I glance down and see Dawn’s strawberry blonde hair running down my chest like a silk sheet. Her lashes flick up at me, and those green eyes take me to another world as she abuses my nips, something no woman has ever done before.

Her hand dips below the sheet and bypasses the long, tender cock, then she presses her index finger below my sack, rubbing it back and forth along the sensitive spot. “Oh, shite,” I curse, my body shaking from the over stimulation. I knew I was sensitive, but I didn’t know how sensitive until this moment.

“I bet you could come like this,” Dawn purrs, still lapping at my nipples like a thirsty kitten.

“I bet I could too,” I say, not having any fucking doubt that if she keeps stroking me like she is, I’ll bust. “Ye drive me mad, woman.” The sheets are hot as my body heats, and a sheen of sweat breaks over my skin. She’s consuming me with a desire that’s only found on a nuclear level.

“You better stop, or I’m going to come,” I warn her. Now that she has me all riled up, I want to fuck that sweet pink cunt until the sun fucking sets and rises again.

“I want you to come.”

With a snarl, I wrap my arms around her and flip her over, throwing the sheet over her body. I drive into her in one solid stroke. “I want to come too, but I’m going to come inside ye where I belong.” I ignore the pain in my chest and the cuts on my back as I pull out, only to thrust inside her again. I never thought pussy could feel so good, not ever fucking before. I didn’t know what I was missing.

Now that I have it?

I don’t think I can live without her warmth and slick gripping my shaft. And it can’t be any woman, just this one; just Dawn. The more I think about how much I need her in ways she can never fully understand, I slow my movements as my heart expands and warms in my chest.

Hell.

I’ve fucking fallen in love with her.

What do I do with that?

I slide my arms under her back and tighten the front of her body to mine, then lay my lips over hers, massaging a slow kiss from her. My hand buries in the back of her hair, cupping her skull to keep her close to me while her channel grips me to keep my cock in when I pull out.

Unwrapping my arms from her back, I sit up which breaks the kiss. I stare down at the beauty writhing beneath me. Her lips are swollen, wet, and red from our kiss, and her eyes are closed as she soaks up how we are making each other feel.

“Skirt…” My name leaves her parted lips in a blissful sigh.

I want to always hear my name coming from her mouth like that.

I pause when she opens her eyes, and they shine as she stares at me. I stop moving, keeping my cock buried, and push her hair out of her face. “Did I hurt ye? Are ye okay?” I wipe the tear gathering in the corner of her eye, and I think back to the last few minutes and try to determine what I did to cause her pain.

“No,” she says with a tiny shake of her head. Her palm lands over the open wound on my chest. “I’ve never felt so close with someone. I’ve never had someone give me what I need in so many ways.”

I press my forehead against hers and nod, speechless, because I know exactly what she means. She gets me. Dawn wraps her legs around my waist and urges me to turn over onto my back. I do as she wants, keeping myself lodged in her still. I grip her hips, digging my fingers into the flesh until I feel bone.

No wonder men love it when women are on top. The fucking view is priceless. “Don’t move, Lips. Don’t fucking move.” I’m two seconds away from coming seeing her propped up on me, big tits free and bouncing, nipples hard, and her trimmed blonde bush between her legs rubs against mine.

She fucking moves. A sly and knowing stretch of her wicked lips, and I’m done for. I thrust my hips to bury my cum as