Bull (Kings of Mayhem MC 6)

It was wild. Passionate. Addictive.

We kept things quiet. We had to. I mean, when we didn’t know what we were, how could we explain it to anyone else?

It only added to the excitement.

Bull was a busy man, and people were always wanting a piece of him for one reason or another. His phone was always ringing. People were always looking for him. So, we made every moment alone together count. And when it was just the two of us, he gave me all of his attention, and it was like I was the only person who existed in the world.

We made love a disproportionate amount of times. So much that we made it through a gigantic box of condoms in the first week, and I was sore from the sheer size of him.

I knew I was walking a tight rope with him. Our involvement had an expiration date. But it was easy to push it to the back of my mind when he would kiss me so hard it left me breathless and aching for more.

I wasn’t naïve. I knew how easily the lines could get blurred. Silent expectations could sneak in, and someone’s feelings could grow.

But by realizing them, we could pull back, I rationalized. Or so I thought.

Because sometimes they weren’t so easy to stop.

Because sometimes you blindly took a step toward it being something more.

Like tonight when he reached for the condoms in the nightstand but I stopped him.

“I’ve never been with a man without one,” I said, looking up into his handsome, strong face, knowing I was getting carried away, but unable to stop.

His brow pulled in, but then softened when he realized what I was saying. “And it’s been almost twenty years since I was with a woman without protection.”

Our eyes remained locked as I said, “Then we should be fine, don’t you think?”

He searched my face, his lips slightly parted. Then his breath left him in a rush as he bent his head and kissed me hard. I felt him, thick and hard against my entrance, and he groaned deeply into my mouth when he felt how wet I was. His kisses became wild then, his hips hard and torturous as they rolled into mine, rubbing the slick shaft against the most sensitive part of me, but not entering. He seemed set on torturing me, making me wet, making me want him so bad I was a trembling, achy mess.

I was so desperate for him, I was ready to beg.

“Please…” I moaned.

He dragged the head of his cock through my slippery folds of flesh.

He paused above me. “Are you sure?”

When I nodded, he took himself in his hand and pushed into me…every thick inch of him naked and powerful.

He cursed under his breath, his brows drawn in, his eyes closed. “Oh fuck…”

He licked his lips and they gleamed in the dim light. He slowly pulled back, dragging his big cock out of me until only the wide head remained. His face rippled with raw, uninhibited desire as I clenched around him, my internal muscles massaging the thick, bulbous head. His gaze dropped to my lips, his eyes unfocused and unseeing with pleasure, his breath craggy and tortured as he slowly pushed back into me.

Sensations cartwheeled through me like a scattering of fireworks, and I arched my back with a moan. He was thick, hard, and almost too good to bear.

“I love being inside you,” he groaned, rolling his hips into me, every beautiful inch of him driving me toward unimaginable pleasure. “How the fuck am I going to last when it feels this fucking good?”

“Come in me,” I panted, my mind dizzy and drunk on him. I wanted all of him. Every delicious part of him inside me. I wanted to feel the pulse of his masterful cock as he ejaculated into me, filling me with the most intimate part of him. I knew I was getting carried away, but I didn’t care, because in that moment all I knew was him. All I wanted…was him.

In response, he thrust my arms above my head and growled when I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him in deeper into me.

“Fuck…Taylor…” He moaned, kissing me hungrily, his body thrusting into me. “I’m going to—”

A primal roar ripped from his chest, his throat straining, the veins on his neck bulging as his orgasm overpowered him. He thrust into me one last time, and I felt the throbbing of his cock as he filled me.

Breathlessly, I let go, aroused not just by what he did to me physically, but aroused beyond belief at what was happening, and I came with him, my body tightening around his orgasm as pleasure claimed every cell and fiber of my being.

I shuddered beneath him, my nails pressing into the hard muscle of his shoulders as I got lost in my ecstasy, my mind blinded in a sweet haze. When I finally melted beneath him, he covered me with his rock-hard chest and buried his face in my throat, his teeth grazing my slick skin.