Make Me Your Villain (Battle Crows MC 2)
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“I didn’t find any in Bram’s wallet, but I found these in she-who-shall-not-be-named’s purse.” She hesitated. “I was going to just take one, but I decided that we may need more than one…”
I snickered and reached for them, ripping one off, opening and slicking it down my cock within a heartbeat.
It might look like I knew what I was doing, but mostly, I just was in a big hurry to get inside of her.
To feel her walls closing around my cock and squeezing it for dear life.
“Are you sure that it’s safe with condoms and that?” She bit her lip.
I looked down at the condom that was stretched obscenely over my cock, then at her. “Yeah, it’s always worked for me.”
She bit her lip and walked forward, her fingers trailing over the length of my cock tip where it was stretched around the piercing.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside of me,” she whispered.
I reached for her and brought her into my body, pressing my dick into the small V of her legs and pressing my hand against her ass to make sure she couldn’t move away.
“I can’t wait either,” I growled.
Then I was bending at the knees and lifting her up into my arms and pinning her to the wall with my body.
She gasped at the move, her hands clenching on my traps, and her eyes dilating wide in excitement.
“Wrap those strong legs around me,” I urged. “I’ve done nothing but think about how strong they look since I first saw you. I’ve been dreaming of them wrapped around me.”
She did as I asked, which opened her up even more for me.
I looked down to where I was pressed against her, and said, “Take me and put me where I need to be.”
Her hand left my shoulder to trail down my chest, coming to a stop right at my cock where she fisted me, then moved me until I was exactly where I needed to be.
She held me there until I was lodged securely inside of her enough that she could let go, then she returned her gaze to meet mine.
Together, we stared into each other’s eyes as I slowly filled her completely.
Her mouth parted on a gasp and she started to curse. “You’re touching things with that barbell that I never would’ve thought were sensitive.”
I chuckled.
Then I showed her just how sensitive things inside of her were.
I’m not saying that I’m an expert at sex or anything, but I’d had enough in my time to know what did and didn’t feel good.
And what I did and didn’t need to do to make the experience enjoyable for her.
The black t-shirt she’d been wearing this whole time was killing me.
On one hand, I wanted that thing gone so I could see the rest of her body.
But on the other, it was turning me way the hell on.
Knowing that she was bare underneath, and wearing me around her, was doing just as much for me as her being completely nude would be.
Watching her breasts sway with each punishing thrust was making my knees slightly weak.
Not to mention, her back wasn’t against the cold door.
In line with my thoughts, she started to lift the shirt, one slow increment at a time, revealing her tanned belly and cute as hell belly button that looked like, once upon a time, it’d been pierced.
I growled, thinking about other things on her being pierced.
Slowly her lower ribs came into view, then her diaphragm, followed by the soft swells of her lower breasts.
That was when I realized that in my excitement to see all of her, I’d frozen solid inside of her, pressed so deep that the only room separating us was the space I’d provided for her to move her shirt up.
“Are you sure you want to see the rest of me?” she teased, lowering the shirt slightly.
In answer, I pulled out, and then slammed back inside, causing the doorframe to rattle with the force.
She gasped, her arms jerking up to reveal that perfect set of tits I’d seen earlier.
Her head went back, and her throat extended as an orgasm tore through her.
I watched as her nipples pebbled into tiny little points and goose bumps traveled over the length of her skin.
I couldn’t help but close my eyes and relish how it felt to have her pussy contracting around me.
Thank fucking God that I’d masturbated earlier in the day.
If I hadn’t, I’d be a goner.
When her pussy finally stopped rippling, I slowly pulled out and then eased back inside, knowing things were bound to be sensitive.
She shivered in delight, and I opened my eyes to see her eyes open, glazed, and staring directly at me.
“Jesus,” she breathed.
I bent forward and pressed my mouth against hers, kissing her and grinding into her at the same time, causing that slow burn to build back up.