Crash (Evil Dead MC 2)

She did, taking him inside. With an indrawn breath and a groan, his other hand clasped her head holding her as he sank into her wet mouth. He shuddered in response, and it encouraged Shannon to open wider for him. Crash didn’t hesitate to take advantaged. He thrust deep, groaning out, “Christ, baby. That feels so good. You can’t imagine how many times I’ve fantasized about you doing this. How many times I’ve fantasized about that mouth of yours.”

After a few minutes of heavy thrusting he pulled out, staggering back a step, his cock glistening from her wet mouth. “Christ, Shannon. I’m about to come, and as good as it would feel and as much as I want that, the first time I do that with you I want to be buried deep inside you.”

Before she could reply, his hands grasped her wrists, and he pulled her to her feet, then they moved to her waist, and he tossed her up onto the bed. After yanking off his boots and jeans, his big hard muscled body came down on top of her, pinning her to the bed.

She loved that. There was nothing to compare to the feel of a man’s body over you, his hot skin burning into yours. There was something dominating about it. Something primitive and erotic that spoke to the whole male-female dynamic. The male dominating and taking, the female submitting and giving in. She loved everything about it.

Crash rose up on his elbows, his muscled biceps surrounding her as he looked down. His knee slid between hers, pushing her legs apart. His thigh heavy against her crotch. He pushed his thigh up, driving it firmly into her, letting her know he was in control. He paused, pushing her hair back from her face and brushing a soft kiss to her lips. “What do you want? Ask me. Ask for it,” he ordered roughly.

“Your mouth.” The words breathy and soft.

The corner of his mouth pulled up. “Hoping you’d say that.” He slid down her body, pausing to take one of her nipples in his mouth as he pinched and twisted the other. Her back arched off the bed. “Yes. More.”

He suckled harder and redoubled the movements of his finger and thumb until she was moaning and thrashing. So far he hadn’t touched her where she longed for him to touch her the most. Where she ached for his touch. And that need of hers to be touched grew with each tug on her nipples, until she writhed, pleading, “Crash, please.”

He released her nipples and continued his journey down her body, settling between her thighs. His broad shoulders pressing them wide, exposing her to his slow perusal. She couldn’t stop her hips from lifting, her body begging for his touch. “Don’t make me beg, please.”

He ran his warm calloused palm from her waist down her belly to the heat between her legs. “I should be the one begging, Princess. All this beauty laid out for me. Let me take it in, sweetheart.”

His smooth palm caressed her, and she couldn’t help but undulate her hips.

“I love seeing my ink on you, baby. Love knowing I’m the one that put that there. You’ll always be connected to me, Shannon. Every time you look at this, you’ll remember the rainy day I put it there. I’ll always remember how brave you were. How you put your trust in me. That meant something to me, Princess. It meant a lot.”

“Crash.” Her eyes sparkled w

ith unshed tears.

“Christ, baby, you’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. And I don’t deserve you.” He pressed a kiss to the tattoo. Then he grinned and added, “Still gonna take you, though.”

“Baby, please-” Shannon pleaded.

“You’re skin is so soft,” he murmured, and then his hand moved lower, and his thumb grazed over her. Her hips shot up. “So sensitive. So responsive to my touch. I like that, pretty baby. I like that a hell of a lot.”

Shannon writhed on the bed, her hands gripping the comforter. She looked down her body loving the erotic picture he made between her thighs, his face poised above her, and then finally, finally, he dipped his head. His beard grazed her upper thigh a moment before his tongue, warm and rough, lashed over her. As his tongue slid along her, she moaned, her hips coming off the bed. His strong forearm came down across her hips, pinning her down to the bed, holding her still while his mouth worked over her. She was captive and held wide open to his every touch. His mouth teased and tormented her until she couldn’t take anymore. And then he redoubled his efforts, and she was thrusting up against his mouth. She thrashed, hoping Crash would put her out of her aching, frustrated misery.

Two fingers plunged into her, searching and finding that sweet spot deep inside her. His fingers curled, hooking and rubbing. His other hand pressed against her belly just above her mound, increasing the internal pressure of his fingers. She arched and writhed, the feelings so intense she didn’t think she could bear it. And then his mouth latched onto her, and she flew, racing toward the most incredible and intense orgasm she’d ever had. Her hands buried in his hair, pulling him closer as she thrust up against him, her body soaring over the edge into blissful orgasm.

She fell back against the bed, panting heavily, her whole body melting into a haze of pleasure. He slid up over her, his hard body coming down on top of her again, and his mouth dove into hers. His hands threaded through her hair, pulling back, forcing her mouth to open further, his tongue thrusting deep. He ate at her mouth, devouring her.

Breaking off, he muttered, “Fuck, I want inside that pussy, baby. Never wanted anything so bad in my life. You ready for me?”

Shannon had been consumed with thoughts of having sex with Crash since the first night she’d crawled into his bed. The scent of him on the sheets, the smell of his body wash in the shower. How many times during her showers these past weeks had she uncapped the bottle and brought it to her nose, inhaling deeply. Every time he brushed up against her, every time his hand settled on the small of her back, on her hip, on her waist, he set her on fire, throwing her system into overdrive. She’d never wanted a man the way she wanted Crash. Never craved sex as urgently as she did now. Never been so hungry for it.

And seeing that same hunger reflected back at her from his eyes fanned the flames even higher. She nodded. “Yes, Crash. God, yes.”

Raising above her, he stretched toward the nightstand. Fumbling in the drawer, he snagged a foil packet. Tearing it open with his teeth, he hurriedly effectively protected her.

“You said you wanted it rough, hard and fast? You sure?”

She nodded.

“All right. I promise I’ll give you slow and sweet before we’re through, but not now. You stop me, if you can’t handle it, yeah?”

“Yes. Hurry, Crash. I want you inside me.”

He grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the bed. She trembled and tried to pull free.

He held tight. Their eyes locked, and she could see the aggressiveness of his expression. He wanted her with a single minded determination, and he meant to have her.