Wrench - Steele Riders

“I need to make you mine,” he whispers as he moves down to my neck. His tongue swipes against my pulse before brushing his lips up and down my jaw.

“Take me, please.”

With a growl he pulls back. I feel the slightest hint of disappointment, but then he opens his door and swiftly carries me out of the truck, kicking the door closed with his foot.

“Mine.” That’s all he says as he charges up the front porch to the house. I think I’ve just unleashed an animal and I have no intentions of changing that.Chapter 7WrenchThe second I have her through the door, I carry her straight to our bedroom. I need her like I've never needed anyone before, but she deserves to lose her virginity in our bed. For the past day all I can think about is how to make her mine, but I had no idea she already wanted just that. Fuck, has it only been twenty-four hours? I’m losing my mind with how badly I need her. It’s as if it’s searing into my soul. Mackenzie belongs with me until the end of my days.

I know she has things she's not ready to talk about, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there. Right now, I'm going to work on my mother's wish. Filling Mackenzie with my babies all damn day.

"Fuck me, Simon,” she commands like the queen she is.

Growling, I set her on her feet, so I can get her ass naked. Lifting her work shirt over her head, tossing it onto the floor, I take a minute to appreciate her perfect tits in a striped pink and white bra. They’re round and plump, practically spilling over the material enticing me. I bend down and lick the tops and then yank down the cups. I have to taste her stiff peaks. My finger curls around one, squeezing her softness while my mouth sucks on her nipple. Moving back and forth I take my time with her innocent little body.

I push her down onto the bed after snapping off her bra and giving her perfect breasts some more attention. I kiss down her chest to her flat stomach. Soon it won’t be. The thought of her having my baby causes a possessive urge to run through me and I nip at her belly before grabbing the button on her jeans.

Next goes her pants; she lifts her ass so I can slide them down her slender legs. I bite back a groan as I stare at her sopping wet panties coated in her desire. Grazing the soaked material with two fingers, I watch Mackenzie surrender to me. She shimmies, trying to get the friction she craves.

“I believe I promised to help you.” I grab the waistband of her panties and pull them off, baring her wet core to me. Parting her legs, I dive between her legs, wasting no time to taste her juices. Fuck, I didn’t know eating pussy would make me want to come, but it’s an instant aphrodisiac. “My pussy. I could have your warmth on my face every day,” I growl against her heated flesh. My dick throbs, pressing against my zipper and the mattress, needing that extra friction. If I don’t get inside of her soon, I’m going to nut in my pants. Slipping one finger over her lips, I slowly work my way past her folds and into her tight warmth. Curling my digit and licking her clit, she comes on the spot, arching her back and gripping onto the sheets with my name coming from her lips. “Simon.”

I continue to feast on her core, flicking my tongue over her nub as she rides out her orgasm. The need to make her come again, keeps me between her legs, nipping at her thighs while pumping two fingers into her. “Are you going to come for me again?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, her legs shaking as I toss them over my shoulders. I eat her out to her second peak, but now I need to fuck her before I go insane.

As she comes down, I stand and strip out of my clothes. I can’t wait a moment longer to make her mine. Moving between her thighs, I stroke my length and watch the scared but intrigued expression on her face. “Holy shit. It’s huge.”

“Thanks, babe. It’s for you.” I rub it along her seam, testing her interest. She moans again, reaching out to touch my cock. I lose control and set my head at her entrance as I grab her hands and pin them over her head, slamming my hips forward, tearing through the last vestiges of her innocence.

My mouth comes down hers, kissing the pain away until she relaxes. “I’m so full.”

“I’m sorry, Mackenzie.” I’m sorry that I wasn’t gentler, but the look in her eyes and her need to touch me undid the ties holding me back.