Mess Me Up (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 1)

She wouldn’t…but still.

“Harder,” she panted into my neck. “Do it harder.”

I didn’t want to do it harder.

“I’m trying to hang on to some control,” I told her. “If I don’t, I’m going to hurt you.”

She scoffed at me.

“You’re not going to break me, Romero Pierce,” she directed into my ear. “So, hurry up and do as you’re told.”

I found myself smiling, as well as following her commands.

Moments after she gave me my orders, I pulled all the way out until just the head was resting inside of her and slammed my hips forward.

My eyes crossed, and I realized that the few minutes I’d said earlier that I could last was much less than I’d originally anticipated.

I had maybe eight or nine thrusts in me, which was why I moved until my mouth was covering one breast.

I bit down softly on her nipple, causing her to arch into me—or at least try to. She couldn’t move much with my body weight holding her down, and my cock buried so deep inside of her that there was no way she wouldn’t be feeling me in the morning.

“I need…” she pleaded, her hands going back to my hair, tugging me closer while also digging her fingernails into my scalp. “I need you to…”

“Need me to do what?” I asked, grinding back into her. “This?”

Then I thrust forward, giving her my full length just like she’d asked.

“Yes!” she cried out. “That!”

I pulled her nipple with my teeth, loving the way the skin stretched up to meet my mouth.

I also loved the way her breasts jiggled with each thrust.

I kept chanting to myself, ‘hold on, hold on.’

And then she let go.

She came so hard that I thought I died and went to pussy heaven—courtesy of Isadora Solis.

“Yesss!” she keened. “Oh, my God, yes!”

I didn’t bother holding back anymore.

My thrusts became erratic, my hips moving disjointed with hers, but that didn’t matter.

I came, and came, and came.

My release left my body in hard spurts, filling her up until it was spilling out around my cock that was stuffed in her pussy. On top of that, her muscles were still rippling, making my balls very happy to be attached to my body.

My own nipples were just as hard as hers, and I wasn’t even going to get started on my breathing.

How could a man who ran over five miles a day and did so much weight training get out of breath after five minutes of sex?

I had no answer, and I didn’t need one.

Izzy was my kryptonite. A vortex of sassy, passionate, and loving woman that would take me down at the knees and suck me in willingly.

My body weight was once again all resting on hers, so I rolled until we were on our sides, but still just as connected as before.

She threaded her legs around mine, and then softly ran her fingernails through my hair as we both came down from one hell of a high.

I finally let her nipple go, and then curled one arm around her shapely thighs, and tugged her in closer.

“I think you spoiled me,” she teased. “I’ll never be happy with just my battery-operated boyfriend again.”

I snorted and blew out a breath against her temple. “You can come see me when the need arises.”

She snickered. “That’s like every day when I’m around you,” she pointed out. “But I’m down if you are.”

I was so down I couldn’t get any lower without laying on the goddamn floor.

“I’m ready and willing,” I said. “Anywhere, anyplace.”

“You’re going to regret that,” she whispered sleepily. “I’ve never felt like this before. Not even when I was pregnant and couldn’t use my BOB enough. I could literally go right now all over again, as if you didn’t literally rock my world only forty-five seconds ago.”

I licked my lips, tasting the salt from both her body and mine.

“So, you can’t have any more children?” I asked carefully.

I felt her tense in my arms. “No. After the birth of my daughter, I started getting cysts on my ovaries. Without getting them removed—which it isn’t a hundred percent certain that that would even work—I’ll never be able to have them again. My ovaries don’t release the eggs like they’re supposed to.”

I felt awful…but I was also happy.

If she couldn’t have any children, that meant that she’d never expect any from me.

I was happy about that…wasn’t I?

“Come on.” I sat up, taking her with me. “Let’s go get in the shower.”

She sighed. “I was perfectly content right where I was.”

“You were also leaking my cum all over my thigh,” I countered. “And though it’s a turn on that I got to come inside of you, it’s not a turn on for me to have it all over me.”

She snorted in my arms as I carried her bridal style to the bathroom.