Shakedown (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 8)

When I turned around, it was to see Bruno’s eyes wide and him shaking his head.

“We should really…”

I was thankful I was a small girl.

Mostly because before he could say ‘we should stop’ I was moving forward and placing his cock at my entrance.

Between his finished sentence of ‘should’ and then ‘stop’ I had him sheathed inside of me.

He hissed out a breath, his eyes closing and his hands going to either side of my hips and clenching slightly.

I groaned at the feeling of utter fullness.

“You feel like…” I couldn’t find the correct word for what I was feeling.

“Mine,” Bruno finished for me, his eyes opening to blaze out at me. “You feel like mine.”

Then he started to pull me down onto him.

Over and over until I wasn’t sure where we were, what I was doing, or what I was feeling.

I’d never, not ever, thought that sex could be like this.

So mind-numbingly perfect.

So life changing.

So… everything.

There just weren’t enough words in the English language that could reveal everything that I was feeling in that second.

Or, if there were, I just couldn’t articulate them.

So I stayed silent, kept my eyes closed, and rode Bruno like my favorite horse.

Over and over he filled and emptied me. My thighs were screaming, I was fairly sure that I was going to have a permanent imprint of the window button on my shin, and I couldn’t catch a full breath.

But the things that were happening inside of me? Well, it felt like dying might just be worth it.

Even the sound of the police siren couldn’t stop the orgasm that slammed through me.

I threw my head back and cried out, my entire being feeling like it was launched into space.

My fingers clenched on Bruno’s shoulders, nails digging in helplessly, as my orgasm claimed me.

Or maybe it was Bruno’s orgasm. I mean, technically, I wouldn’t be having an orgasm at all without him.

So yeah, I was going to give credit where credit was due.

A series of grunts left Bruno’s lips, and I knew that he’d followed right behind me.

It was only as I was opening my eyes to stare into Bruno’s clenched shut ones that I realized that the police siren I’d heard earlier hadn’t been a figment of my imagination after all.

Mostly because when I looked out my window, there was a police car with lights on right next to said window.

Oh, and we were stopped.

At some point, Bruno had pulled us over, not the car.