Fallon (Henchmen MC Next Generation 3)

"No, you will listen!" Fallon roared, shocking me enough to jerk back, eyes widening.

I mean, yeah, the guy had a temper. I'd known about it for a long time. I used to really enjoy provoking him into anger. But this was different. It was raw and primal. Authoritative.

Really, really fucking hot.

That was what it was.

Hot.

"With absolutely no fucking respect," Fallon continued, "your men, and therefore you, have fired shots at me and mine," he went on. "You want to start a war, you mother fucker, we're game. Pretty sure you wouldn't like the outcome of that, though. But if you want to shut your goddamn mouth, and listen to your daughter who was calling you with a warning, then we can come up with a plan together to put an end to this. Otherwise, it's your fucking funeral. Yeah, that's what I thought," Fallon said, holding the phone out toward me. "There," he said, giving me a ghost of a smile. "Your father wants to—much more civilly—talk to you," he added as I reached for the phone.

But instead of raising it to my ear, I hit the end button, and tossed it onto the nightstand.

"Babe..."

"He can wait," I declared, my hands sliding up the front of his thighs, watching as realization heated his eyes. "No one has ever stood up for me before," I admitted. "Ever," I emphasized. "Not once in my life," I told him as my fingers worked his button and zipper free, then started to pull his pants down his thighs, exposing his cock that was already getting hard. "And while I don't need someone to do it," I continued as my hand closed around his cock, "I really like that you just did it."

"Yeah?" he asked, voice rough. "How much did you like it?" he asked, smile a little devilish.

"A whole lot," I said, voice low, teasing.

"Yeah? Show me how much," he demanded, brushing some of my hair behind my ear.

And then I did, pulling him inside my mouth, I did just that.

Until, of course, he was grabbing me, and yanking me onto my feet, turning, then slamming me against the wall even as his hand slipped inside my panties, thrust inside my body, thrusting wildly. Impatient. Out of control.

My hands yanked down my pants and panties, nearly stumbling over them as I stepped out, needing to grab onto Fallon for support.

His hand left me, reaching to fetch a condom, then slip it on before grabbing my knee, yanking it up, spreading wide, and holding it against the wall as he moved in, as he slammed inside me.

"Fuck," he hissed, pressing his forehead to mine for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying to pull himself together.

But I didn't want him together.

My arms went around his shoulders, lifting up, then wrapping my legs around him, giving me the leverage I needed to move against him.

He let me do that for a moment before taking over, fucking me hard and fast as his lips claimed mine, silenced my moans as he drove me up.

His hand moved up, grabbing my hair, yanking backward, the sting moving across my scalp as he fucked me harder, faster, driving me to that edge, then mercilessly forcing me over before I could even draw a breath, leaving me gasping for air as the waves moved through me over and over, a seemingly endless tide.

It wasn't until I could draw in a proper breath again that I realized he was still rock-hard inside of me, not done with me.

"I can't," I whimpered.

"You're going to," he assured me with a cocky grin as his hands sank into my bare ass as he turned, moving away from the room, making his way back toward the bed where he dropped me down and yanked up my legs, pressing my feet to his chest as he started fucking me again.

Both of his hands moved down, one going between my thighs to work my clit. The other pressed down low on my pelvic bone, making a deep, intense pressure build inside.

A surprised Oh escaped me, realizing he was somehow managing to engage my G-spot with the placement of his palm.

The smirk on his face told me he knew exactly what he was doing as he continued to fuck me.

Finger on my clit, cock inside me, hand engaging my G-spot, it wasn't long before he proved me wrong.

Not only could I, but it was somehow even more intense than the last one, a white-hot sort of pleasure that seemed like it moved out from the base of my spine before overtaking me entirely, leaving me nothing but a lifeless pile afterward.

"Told you," he said, leaning down to press a kiss to the inside of my thigh before moving away from me.

Even after he came back from dealing with the condom, I couldn't move.