Atonement (Angel's Halo MC 5)

Raider’s next breath left him with a hiss. That easily, his question about his brother seemed to be forgotten.

He pulled my bra the rest of the way off, and then cupped both breasts in his massive hands. My nipples beaded instantly against his work-worn, callused palms. Goose flesh popped up along my entire body, and my head fell back as raw pleasure flooded through me.

“How can you smell like sunshine?” he demanded, burying his face in my chest and inhaling deeply, as if he were trying to breathe me into him.

I brought my hands to the back of his head, combing my fingers through his short hair and holding him against me. “I … It’s …” I couldn’t put two words together.

I suddenly had a one-track mind, and it was focused solely on how good his lips on my nipples felt. He nipped at the little buds of nerves, making them harder, before sucking them one at a time against the roof of his mouth. He bestowed the same attention to both breasts, sucking them so hard I couldn’t contain the little whimpers of pleasure that felt like they were being dragged from my body with each stroke of his tongue.

Then Raider pressed his hand against my chest, pushing me back onto the mattress. My jeans and panties disappeared in the next moment, and he was once again entranced by my breasts.

He moved his hands down my sides, overlapping his fingers over my navel as he stroked my skin up and down while continuing to torture me with a pleasure that had me seeing stars behind my closed eyes. With each hungry lick or bite, I could feel him growing more and more impatient.

He touched my knees, spreading my legs wide so he could fit between them. He leaned into me, letting his thickness nudge at my soaked pussy. His breath hissed out through his teeth again, this time harsher as he thrust his hips against me so roughly I wondered if it was involuntary.

The tip brushed backward and forward over my clit, driving me crazy. No one had ever touched me there, except for me, and his cock felt a million times better than my fingers or the little bullet vibrator I used occasionally.

He teased me over and over again, letting the full length of his cock slide up and down my wetness, torturing me with a pleasure that was stealing every ounce of my willpower and sanity.

“Oh, God,” I moaned when he bit into my nipple a little rougher than he had before. At the same time, he thrust his hips forward, letting the tip of his cock enter my pussy. It felt amazing, the tip stretching my opening, branding it as his own as he took possession of me. “Yes, Raider.”

I blindly reached out, needing something to hold on to. I clutched his arms and arched my back, silently begging him to go deeper.

“Goddamn, sweetheart,” he said with a growl. “You feel so fucking good.”

He pulled back, and I cried out at the loss of what little he had given me. He removed his hands from my breasts, bringing one of them to his cock and positioning himself perfectly at my entrance.

“Thank God I turned on the lights,” he murmured. “This pussy is too pretty not to get to see.” He guided himself into me slowly, his eyes eating up the sight of my body accepting his. “Your pussy is perfect, Quinn. So tight and wet. Just for me.” His eyes drifted closed, but he kept feeding his cock into me. “Fucking perfect.”

I was so lost in how good he was making me feel that I barely heard what he was saying. The stretching only increased as he pushed farther into me, driving me incredibly close to an orgasm at the speed of sound. My eyes were locked on the sight of his thick cock, bulging with dark veins, sinking slowly into my most intimate place. My body was shaking from the pleasure, and it was becoming harder and harder to catch my breath with every inch he gave me.

The tip of his cock suddenly hit something ultra-sensitive, making me gasp in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.

His eyes snapped open, and he lifted them to mine. Moss green irises

turned to hunter green as realization hit him.

A muscle worked in his jaw as he let his head fall back onto his shoulders. “I’m about to lose it, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good. Nothing’s … ever … felt this good.”

Even as lost in the moment as I was, I didn’t believe him. He probably told that to every woman he fucked.

Pushing what he had said as far from my mind as I could, I lifted my hips, forcing him deeper.

I wasn’t prepared for the sharp slice of pain as his thickness tore through the proof of my virginity. The slight discomfort I had felt only moments before was nothing compared to the mind-numbing pain that was making me its prisoner right then. The suddenness of it was so shocking I didn’t even cry out.

If Raider had stopped right then, if he had given me a moment to find my bearings and let me deal with the pain, I might have been fine. Instead, he fell forward, moving his hands to either side of my head, and he buried his face in my neck.

Tears filled my eyes as he pulled out, the pain only intensifying. It wasn’t stabbing so much as a terrible burning sensation now, but this new kind of pain was just as bad as the first.

He thrust back into me, harder this time, and I couldn’t hold back the cry of pain as his thickness stretched me even more.

His next thrust was so rough I didn’t think I could handle it. He was too big, and my body was in too much pain. All the pleasure was gone for me now, that feeling of being stretched no longer driving me crazy with pleasure.

Raider either didn’t seem to notice or didn’t care because he was so caught up in how good he was feeling. His breathing was labored, his body trembling just as hard as my own was, only for an entirely different reason.

A few tears spilled over my lashes, but I didn’t bother to wipe them away. This was nothing like I had imagined. Nothing I was feeling right then had been part of the dreams I had created for myself over the years. Every time I had pictured my first time with Raider, he had been sweet and gentle, not this wild beast who only seemed to care about his own pleasure.

Raider moved fasted, harsher, but it was like he didn’t have control over his own body. Soon the pain faded, but I didn’t feel the pleasure I had before. It was like I had gone numb. All I could do was lie there, staring sightlessly up at the ceiling, and hold on to him as he sought out his own pleasure.