Talkin' Trash (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 2)

“Then come,” I suggested.

Her hips shifted, and she started grinding her clit into the palm of my hand.

It was the hottest thing I’d ever felt in my life, her coming on my hand.

Seconds after I’d told her to, she came apart completely. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers that were slowly rocking inside of her, and my hand was drenched in her juices.

Without taking too much time to think, I pulled my hand away, shoved the world’s sexiest shorts down and bent her over.

The moment I had her where I wanted her, I left one hand on her ass, spreading her juices in an arc with my wandering thumb, and the other went to the front of my shorts.

Once my cock was exposed, I took it and aimed it at her entrance.

Luckily, I found her on the first attempt and slowly slid inside.

Ecstasy and agony rolled over me in a double-edged sword.

She felt like hot silk as I filled her.

My stomach cramped with how hard I tightened my abs, but there was not one second where I contemplated stopping. A stomach cramp was well and truly worth it if I got to feel her wrapped tightly around me.

I moved in and out of her, at first just loving the way she felt, only to realize that the angle we had was all wrong due to our height differences, and a quarter of my length wasn’t even making it inside of her each thrust.

I pulled out of her and turned her around quickly, grabbing her around the waist with both hands and lifting her up high.

Once I had her where I wanted her, I pinned her to the shelves with my upper body and grabbed my still-wet-with-her-juices dick and eased it back inside of her.

This time, there wasn’t a single centimeter that didn’t fill her completely, and I felt her entire body lock with how deep I was able to go.

The moan that left her lips when she felt my cock plunge deep inside her made my heart pound in my chest.

My God, she was so fucking hot and wet.

I was gliding in and out of her like I was made to be there. Her wetness was coating my cock and dripping down to my balls which were slapping against her ass with each measured thrust.

Whatever the fuck was on the shelf that I had braced Conleigh against was rattling with our movements, and every few thrusts, something would fall off.

All I could hope was that it wasn’t something fucking poisonous, because at that moment in time, I couldn’t have stopped even if I accidentally mixed a homemade bomb by blending together whatever cleaning chemicals that were dropping at my feet.

My balls started to draw up, and before I could tell her that I was close, the hand that was resting on my shoulder curled. Her nails dug deeply into my shoulder, and I had half a second to think that she was breaking the surface with those tiny claws when she started to pulse around me.

Then her breath caught in her throat, and she went rigid before a cry left her mouth.

Seconds after that, her pussy clamped down on my cock so hard that my eyes crossed.

My balls exploded, and my release shot out of me so fast that I had no hope of even contemplating pulling out of her.

Lucky for me that she was on the pill—a recent addition to her routine which was good as we were incapable of doing it the smart way. Had she not been, her lie of being pregnant by me wouldn’t be a lie anymore.

Long, hard pulses of cum shot out of me and into her, filling her up so full that I was sure I’d be dripping out of her for hours.

Something else dropped to the floor, and this time glass shattered.

I had half a second to wonder what it was when Conleigh’s hand fisted in my hair and yanked hard.

And all of a sudden, just like that, it was over.

I was breathing like I’d just run eight miles, and my legs felt like they’d give out any second. But it was my arms—the way they were screaming at me after the abuse I’d put them through already this morning—that let me know I had about two point five seconds to put her down or they’d drop her.

I shifted and moved until I could feel the opposite wall nearest the door and set her down.

Luckily, she still had her tennis shoes on, and I didn’t feel too bad about putting her down on a floor that had shattered glass and who knew what else all over it.

The moment my cock left her, I wanted to curse.

The way she felt around me made me realize that I wanted to take up permanent residence inside of her. Though, that would probably look funny when one of us had to perform our jobs.