Deliciously Damaged (Reckless Bastards MC 3)

“Oh fuck! Shit . . . yes!”

My body trembled and convulsed as his tongue slowed, carrying me over the edge and keeping me hovering over the ground for so long, a thin sheen of sweat dotted my skin.

“Damn,” he whispered as he smacked his lip. “You taste like berries.”

His lips closed around my clit and he kissed me, pulling another long aftershock from me.

“That . . . those were amazing, but now I need you to fill me up, Savior. Right. Fucking. Now.”

His grin turned dark, salacious as his hand cupped my pussy, making me pulse and leak some more.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

His words were gravelly, thick with hunger as he stroked his cock, giving me the first real look at the long, hard piece of meat. He looked even thicker than he felt as he slid closer, sliding the tip of his cock through my slick lips.

“Fuck, girl. You’re so hot and so fucking tight. Shit!”

I smiled as my body pulsed around him, flooded until the friction was so delightful so all-consuming that the only thing that existed was our bodies, sliding against one another in the never-ending pursuit of pleasure. His hips picked up speed, pounding and thrusting feverishly as though he couldn’t get deep enough. It was an intoxicating feeling that set my skin —hell, my soul – on fire.

“Savior, fuck. Don’t stop.”

He grinned that dark, mischievous grin of his that made his blue eyes look like they had an actual twinkle in them, held my inner thighs wide open and pounded into me until both of us were covered in sweat, panting as we grabbed at each other, desperate to find something concrete to hold on to. Pleasure sending us drifting into an abyss, lost to everything but each other and our pleasure. He was close. I felt the way his cock thickened and hardened inside me and that was all it took for me to slingshot off that ledge once more, completely sated.

Boneless.

Spineless.

Damn near lethargic.

When Savior came, it was long and forceful, barreling out of him so hard, his face twisted in an animalistic pleasure that was so captivating, I couldn’t look away.

“Fuck . . . Mandy!”

When his big body collapsed on me, his tongue licking at the tendon between my neck and shoulder, I shivered as aftershocks rocked my overheated body.

“Okay, fine. You’ve convinced me to let you drive. But onl

y because I am entirely too worn out to do anything.”

His deep chuckle was the only response.

***

“Damn Mandy! Who knew you had all that underneath those jeans and tees you wear?”

Teddy basically catcalled me as I drew closer to where she and Jana sat on the area reserved for the pre-wedding beach barbecue.

I looked down at the silky green halter dress I grabbed because Teddy had insisted it made my eyes pop and would highlight the slope of my neck, because apparently that was something that required highlighting.

“It’s just a dress. You both look great.”

They were both glowing the luminescent look of women in love and bringing life to the world. I’d seen it plenty, that look pregnant women had. People always talked about the glow, but I was convinced it all came from the eyes.

“Thanks,” Jana said with a pout, rubbing her swollen bump. “But we look like fatties in fine textiles, especially compared to you. If I didn’t like you so much, I’d probably hate you.”

I laughed. “Thanks, I think.”

“Don’t mind her, Mandy. Jana’s just upset she’s so big she can only get it doggy style now.”