Talkin' Trash (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 2)

I swallowed hard.

“Linc,” I breathed. “If you don’t want this, you need to get away from me. You need to go into that bathroom. You need to take a shower, and you need to never speak of this again. Because I can’t handle having this shit stopped a second time. I…want you.”

And then, before my eyes, Linc did exactly as I’d imagined him doing just a few short moments ago. Though I didn’t use my hand to do it, he used his.

He fisted his cock in the hand that was coated in his cum and started to stroke that beast which hadn’t deflated a single bit.

I felt everything inside of me clench as he walked—no, stalked—toward me.

Muscles rippled. Tendons bunched and released. His breathing picked up.

And…so did mine.

Everything felt like it was on the verge of something huge. Something monumental. Something that I’d never, not ever, recover from.

And when he finally reached me, he took both hands, one still covered in his release, and picked me up by my ass.

Then, before I could so much as draw in a surprised breath, he lined his cock up with my entrance.

Before I could tell him to go slow, to tell him that I’d never done this before, he lined that beautiful, goddamn monster cock of his up with my center and rammed it home.

No build up. No checking to see if I was ready—though I was. Just slam and bam, I was filled.

It was the most miraculous thing I’d ever felt in my life.

It didn’t matter that I was a virgin, because I wasn’t a nun. I masturbated. I used my vibrator that was a fairly hefty size almost nightly—all of those times that I masturbated I thought of Linc.

I wasn’t new to having things inside of me—well, kind of.

I was new to having something that felt so incredibly good inside of me.

God, it was the best feeling in the world.

I couldn’t even begin to describe what it felt like.

Perfection. Rightness. Utter and total devotion to the man that was currently holding so still inside of me that I might’ve feared he was passed out had he not been standing and holding me aloft.

My mouth found his in a frantic kiss, and he returned the kiss with just as much urgency as my own.

I moaned into his mouth when he started to lift me up, hands still on my ass, and he caught that moan with his tongue.

“Everything that I ever fuckin’ imagined,” he growled, nipping my bottom lip.

It was more. He was more.

“Oh, shit,” he growled, continuing to fuck me in slow, measured thrusts. “I just came, and I’m already a few seconds from going again.”

I didn’t want him to do that.

Not yet, anyway.

I wanted this to last forever.

“No,” I breathed, wrapping my legs tighter around his hips. “You have to go slow so I can enjoy my first time.”

Everything about Linc stilled.

I’d never once seen him so still before.

Chancing a look up at his eyes, I saw a riot of emotions there, playing over his face.

Surprise, anger, need. They all coalesced until one emotion reigned supreme.

Possessiveness. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Conleigh, but I’m going to thank every god there ever was that you were put in my path.”

Then he pulled out so freakin’ slow that I felt like he was pulling my soul out right along with his cock, and pushed just as slowly back inside. Over and over again, he took me like that, using the strength in his arms to lift me up and down off his shaft, and the strength in his legs to hold us up.

Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into who knew how long.

But by the time that I couldn’t take it anymore and was ready to come, I knew that I’d never be able to top this experience for the rest of my life.

“So close,” I breathed. “So freakin’ close.”

Had I not already masturbated earlier, I would’ve come right along with him earlier. Luckily, I did, because this particular activity had been the best thing I’d ever experienced in my life.

Both of us were moving fast, me using the strength in my thighs to bounce up and down on his cock, and him using his hands to lift me up only to slam me back down.

All the while, our eyes stayed locked on each other.

Our breaths were intermingled, him drawing mine straight from my lungs because we were so close.

“I’ve wanted this for so fuckin’ long,” he breathed, his voice choppy.

My hands moved on his shoulders, and one snaked up the back of his neck to latch onto his hair.

He hissed when I pulled, his eyes dilating.

“You like it rough, honey?” he questioned.

Did I like it rough? I had no idea. Would I take whatever Linc wanted to dish out to me? Hell yeah.