Off Limits (Kings of Mayhem MC 5)

This angel was mine. And mine alone.

When I walked back into the bedroom, I paused to take in the image of her. She was in my bed, all naked and tanned, and it was exactly where she fucking belonged.

I joined her and pulled her to my chest, falling in love with the warmth of her body against mine and the feel of her satiny flesh covering me.

“No regrets?” I asked.

She brushed her lips against my chest. “Not one.”

She fell asleep in my arms, and the last thing I thought before I closed my eyes was how I’d never felt so content in my fucking life.

CHASTITY

The following morning, my eyes fluttered open and it took me a moment to realize where I was. When it slowly dawned on me, I smiled. I had finally done it.

V-card. Consider yourself blown to smithereens.

I stirred in Ruger’s arms and felt the warmth and heaviness of his body as he shifted in his sleep. I was sore. And I had bled just the tiniest bit. But I felt so fucking amazing that I didn’t care.

I had lost my virginity to my crush.

And now I was waking up in his arms.

Surrounded in his warmth, I turned to face him. I stole a few minutes to admire him as he slept. He was beautiful. I took in the full lips, the long lashes and the dark eyebrows, and my stomach flipped. This man. This broad-shouldered beauty had done things to me that no man ever had. He made me orgasm with his tongue, then took my virginity with such tenderness, it turned me on just thinking about it. I started to throb and let my hand slide between us to where his hard cock rested against his belly. I wrapped my fingers around it and he stirred, moaning as a small smile tugged at his lips.

“If you keep doing that, shit’s gonna get real.”

He chuckled and opened his eyes, and I was momentarily taken back by how green they were in the early morning light.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said, kissing me softly. “Are you okay? Sore?”

I wasn’t sore. I was wet.

Aroused.

Ready.

He had fucked my virginity out of me. And now I wanted more.

I shook my head and smiled up at him. “Last night was incredible.”

He smiled and it was stunning. “You were incredible,” he said sleepily, brushing a kiss to the tip of my nose.

As I continued to stroke and tease him, he moaned and his eyes closed again.

His lips parted with a ragged breath. “That feels real good, baby.”

His fingers were warm as they slipped between my thighs. He moaned when they slid easily into me because I was so slick and ready for him.

He nuzzled his lips to my throat. “Are you sure it’s not too soon?”

I whispered in his ear. “I want you to fuck me.”

It was all he needed. He reached for a condom on the bedside table, rolled it on and settled himself between my legs. With one push he was inside me again. It stung, but I was so damn turned on it passed quickly and all I could feel was the pleasure of him stroking into me.

It was warm and gentle. Both of us still hazy from sleep.

“Goddamn, you feel amazing,” he rasped in my ear.

I was caged in big arms and the bulk of a muscular body. And completely lost in him as he made love to me.

He slowed his pace and started to grind slowly, so the friction lit up my clit like a sky on the Fourth of July. The swell of an orgasm rose like a wave and I moaned, licking my lips and raising my hips to meet every shallow grind of his pelvis against me. I felt it coming at me. The surge of pleasure. The eruption of bliss. And it hit with so much force it felt like I was free-falling off a cliff into the unknown. I cried out and gripped his broad shoulders.

“Yeah, angel, come for me. Come all over my cock.” He pushed hard against my clit, prolonging my orgasm with the pressure. “Fuck you make me hard, baby. So fucking hard.”

His dirty talk. His cock. The shallow grinds and thrusts, they kept me lost in space for just a few moments longer before I slowly drifted back down to Earth.

I sank into the mattress like a ragdoll, boneless and so fucking happy I couldn’t keep the stupid grin off my face.

He paused above me. In me. He looked down into my face, his eyes heavy with lust, his lips wet, his expression full of heat.

With one hard jerk he thrust up into me again, his big cock hitting my womb and igniting a new throb in my swollen clit. I gasped. Another thrust. Then another. He stayed pressed into me after the fourth and started to grind against the swollen bundle of nerves again. Oh God. I was about to come again.