Crash (Evil Dead MC 2)

She struggled, her body shifting under him, brushing against him. She writhed, enjoying the way he wouldn’t let her go. The look in his eyes had changed, intensifying with the drive to take her, to subdue her. She could feel the air around them shift, as his eyes narrowed, burning hot with desire and an intense hunger she feared would consume her.

“You want to get away, Princess?” he growled, tightening his grip on her wrists and watching her face.

She shook her head, contradicting the twisting of her body.

“Give in to me,” he rumbled, spreading her legs wide with his knees and settling into the cradle of her thighs. He plunged into her in one quick, fierce thrust that drove a cry from her throat. Another thrust, harder, and a whimper escaped from her parted lips. Crash growled out a groan. “So damn wet for me, baby.”

He held her down and helpless as he took her. She stared up at him, held rapt by the look on his face as he drove inside of her. No matter how fast or hard he was taking her, he watched her like he couldn’t believe she was actually there, under him, taking everything he was giving her.

She didn’t think she’d be able to come again, after the last overwhelming orgasm she’d just had, but he changed his angle, dragging his cock up and across her most sensitive spot with each thrust, over and over, working her into a frenzy, quickly bringing her right back up to the precipice again. She shuddered and arched her back, writhing against his touch. She wanted to touch him, to hold on as he rode her, but he held her pinned.

“Crash.” The word barely a gasp. He attacked her mouth, his tongue thrusting hard and deep, demanding a response. She rolled her hips, arching up to get more from him. He made her needy and shameless when it came to taking her pleasure. And when she responded, he growled his approval.

She moaned.

He held her gaze as he pounded into her. “So fucking good, baby. So good.”

“Yes,” she gasped out.

“I want to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to get out of this bed tomorrow. I want to be the only thought in your head. I want my scent all over you. I want you to feel me between your legs with every sweet ache.

She moaned. He loomed above her, so incredibly male. Powerful and savage as he took what he wanted and gave her what she needed, too.

“So hot and wet and taking everything I’m giving. Fucking beautiful,” he panted, his strokes intensifying.

She was helpless to do anything but take what he gave her, the way he wanted to give it. “Oh, God, Crash,” she cried, her head arching back as the waves of another intense orgasm washed over her.

His mouth latched onto her throat, sucking strongly, prolonging the ecstasy with every suckling pull of his mouth. Then his mouth moved to her ear, and he whispered, “We’re not done. We’re just getting started.”

She moaned as he pulled back off her and yanked her by the ankles, sliding her to the end of the bed. Grabbing her, he hauled her off the bed, spinning her around, her back to his front. One arm came around her throat, putting her in a gentle headlock. He pulled back, letting her know he was in control. His mouth came to her ear, and he whispered, “I’m gonna bend you over the bed and take you from behind. You still with me?”

“Yes.” Her voice breathless.

He ran his hand down between her legs, rubbing, and she moaned, her nerve ending still overly sensitive from what they’d just done. He moved his hand around, caressing it up and down her ass cheek. “Can you take more, baby? I told you I’m not done with you yet.”

She nodded.

“Down you go,” he said, releasing her neck, his palm pressing between her shoulder blades, urging her down over the foot of the bed, her face to the mattress. He kept his hand on her back as his other palm slid over the skin of her inner thigh. “Spread for me, baby.”

She moved her feet apart.

“Further.” He lightly smacked her ass cheek, and that combined with the commanding voice he used sent an electric jolt straight to her core. She moved her feet wider.

“That’s my girl.” His palm rubbed her cheek, and then slid down over the soft skin of her inner thigh. He began to massage the muscles there, and she moaned. “You sore, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I want you sore. I want you to think about me, about this, all day tomorrow, with every little ache.” His hand left her thigh, and she felt him lining hi

mself up with her entrance, and then he thrust inside in one powerful thrust that lifted her off her toes. Both his hands moved to her hips, holding her still as he began to pound into her again.

She thought it would not have been imaginable to feel more immobilized, more vulnerable than when he’d held her down, but this new position brought him into her at higher slant, penetrating so fully, she swore he was touching her womb. His thrusts accelerated, forceful and wild. And with each dragging thrust in and out, he grazed over that secret sweet spot hidden deep inside her.

“Oh, God,” she panted. She was building toward another orgasm. It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be. She’d never had three orgasms that close together. Hell, she’d never had three orgasms in one bout of sex. But then, no man had ever fucked her the way Crash was fucking her. He knew her body better than she did. He knew just how much she could take, and then took her right to the edge.

Crash reached under her, pinching one nipple between his thumb and forefinger. That was the final push that took her right to the edge again, she sucked in a breath and held it. Crash’s hand came back to her ass, another smack, and it sent her slamming over the cliff into another orgasm. Moaning and jerking under him.

At her release, Crash’s thrusts became frantic, and he gripped her hips, holding her still. He pumped hard and fast before he slammed home, his cock jerking one final time as he went solid behind her and came with a growl. He collapsed over her, one shaking forearm holding him up so he wouldn’t crush her completely, and he groaned.