Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,65

deep as I can, groaning like a man who has never had a woman on top of him before.

I haven’t.

The familiar feeling of my cheeks blazing burns my face, but I’m not going to let my inexperience ruin this. She swings her leg to get off me, but I hold her to me and rock her hips back. “I’m not ready to see you climb off me yet.” I push and pull her waist, grinding her against me fast and relentless. Her tits bounce, and I reach my right hand up to tug and pinch that sweet rosy red bud.

“Yes!” She tosses her head back and her long hair tickles my thighs. “More. Faster, Skirt. Faster.”

I do as she says, rocking her harder, quicker, causing my arms to burn and my chest to ache. The wound splits open, I can feel the healed skin pulling apart as her nails rake down my pecs. It fucking hurts, but it isn’t enough to deter me from making her come. Her creamy flesh hypnotizes my eyes as I devour her.

She’s flawless, fragile porcelain trusting my hands not to break her, but she’s broken me.

“Rohan!” Her hips stutter, and her finger digs into my stomach as she tightens around, pulling my seed against her womb with every electrical wave spasming her muscles. She moans and sways, her body drifting and floating in the post orgasmic space. I rub my hands over her body, unable to decide where to touch, so I touch her everywhere.

I sit up, thrusting into her again, sliding through the wet collective of us. Her hands hold onto my shoulders as I take her for another ride. I spin her on my cock until her back is against my front, and the globes of her arse are plump and begging for my palms. I bring both of my hands down, watching the pale flesh turn a bright shade of pink. The flesh jiggles, and my mouth waters to see her cheeks clap again.

Letting go of the apple bottom, my hands soar through the air and spank her as she rides me reverse cowgirl. Her pink star flutters when I part her cheeks and right below it is where she’s taking my cock. My shaft shines, fucking glitters like a diamond from her cream and mine. Her hands land on my thighs, her nails biting the skin as she bounces on me, using me like a fuck toy.

I need to invest in some toys. I’d love nothing more than to shove a plug up her arse while fucking her. The thought has me sliding my finger over my cock, soaking it with our slick, and I bring my digit back, circling her star before pressing to the knuckle.

“Fuck, Skirt!” she hisses, but she doesn’t stop fucking me. If anything, she fucks me harder, with more wild ferociousness.

She’s octane, and I’m going to make her explode.

“Greedy fucking girl, using my cock and my finger plugged in her arse. Yer dirty, but I should know that since you love hearing people fuck, don’t ye? Do ye wish we were doing that right now? Hearing Bullseye fuck that slut? Or maybe ye want someone to watch us? Ye want that? They can sit in the corner and jack their cocks to ye fucking me, Lips.”

Liquid flows out of her cunt from my words, dripping down my balls, and I debate if I want to pull out and make her clean me up. I decide against it when she lays her sweaty back against my front, panting for breath, and wraps one arm around my neck. I slide my finger out of her forbidden hole and I lean us back until I’m laying flat against the bed, my other arm is wrapped around her middle, and I’m thrusting into her hard and fast from the bottom. My lips are right at her ear and I growl, something deep and dangerous coming alive in the back of my throat.

I want to fucking rip her cunt apart and put it back together. I want to destroy her so she can’t even think about being with another man. I’m the only one. I need to know her fantasies so I can make them all come true. “Tell me, Lips. Tell me what ye want, but know this, ain’t know other man touching ye. Only I touch ye. Ye mine, only mine.” I bite down on her earlobe, and a moan erupts from her throat, sexual sounds pouring out her.