Deliciously Damaged (Reckless Bastards MC 3)

“You definitely are,” he said with absolute certainty as his cock head nudged my opening from behind, sank deep, long and slow. “Fuck, Mandy. Always so fucking wet for me.”

“She’s hungry for her favorite meat,” I told him, drawing a hearty laugh from him that was in stark contrast to the heat of the moment.

“She won’t go hungry on my watch,” he said, holding my hips so he could slide as deep as he wanted. “Fuck, Mandy,” he grunted as he pulled out and thrust deep, again and again, his breaths coming in fast and shallow.

It was so good. Too good. The kind of good that made you shout outrageous things in the throes of passion, the kind of good that could make you forget everything else in your life.

“More, Savior. More! Yes!”

A primal grunt ripped from his mouth, his knee swept mine until the whole front of my body was flat on the bed, his body pasted against my back. From this position, I was defenseless. I could do nothing but accept the pleasure he laid on me. The sharp, passionate bites on my shoulder and neck, the hard way he gripped my hips as he pounded into me.

“Fuck my cock, baby, this pussy is mine!”

My body shivered at his words, at the way he grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks, sinking deeper into me. So deep I couldn’t tell if we were still two people, and that was dangerous thinking this time of morning. On a wedding day. With a guy like him. I pushed that thought away, because he grabbed my wrists in one of his hands, holding them above my head as he held me in place with the other, pounding into me for all he was worth. So hard, so deep that the sound of our slick skin smacking together blended with our moans for an intense rhythm that pulsed through my whole body.

“Savior,” I warned.

“Let go Mandy. I got you.”

So I did. He sank his teeth into that spot at the crook of my neck, pounding so hard and fast into me that my orgasm spilled out of me like a bucket overflowing with water.

“Oh, god! Vick, yes, fuck yes!”

And then I was lost to the pleasurable energy, the passion that flowed out of me like warm honey while Savior continued to drive into me, in search of his own pleasure.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”

“I’m face down,” I told him, squeezing my inner muscles until he groaned.

“Yeah but the way your shoulders and neck turn pink just before that orgasm explodes out of you, makes me harder every time I see it.”

He sat up, leaving my back cool and damp as he pulled my hips up so my ass was exposed to him.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he growled, sliding back into me on a long, hard thrust.

“Fuck, yes,” I moaned. “No one is asking you to.”

He held my hips with both hands, pounding so deep that my arms shook. I arched my back and he sank into me, shouting as his orgasm surprised him, barreled out of him and right into me.

“Mandy.” He said nothing else, just my name, over and over.

I liked that.

I liked it more than I should.

“Too bad there’s a wedding in a few hours,” I finally said when I could breathe normally.

“Or, it’s a good thing we need to be extra clean on this very special day. We’ll need a long, hot shower,” he grinned.

“And we should probably do it together, right? Better for the environment that way.”

“Anything to help out Mother Earth,” he grinned again, pulling me to my feet.

“You, Savior, are a true conservationist,” I joked with him, but this fun, warm feeling felt a hell of a lot like trouble to me. The kind of messy trouble that left a girl with runny mascara and no faith in herself. The kind of messy I did my best to avoid.

I ignored the warmth and the affection, focusing instead on the heat and intensity. The hunger that was always there between us.

Chapter 12