Snitches Get Stitches (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 8)

“Come inside of me,” she urged. “I want you inside. Please.”

I shifted my hips until I was pressing more fully against her, and she never let my cock go. Not until my dick had forged its way inside of her and made it impossible for her to hold onto me any longer or risk not getting all of me.

Which she obviously did not want to do.

“God,” she groaned. “You’re big. Huge. Gigantic.”

I was all of those things…but she was also just as tight, small, and unbroken.

I pushed in harder anyway, then pulled back only to go right back in again.

Over and over I repeated this process, all the while praying to whichever god that would listen that she came and came quick.

Because the way she felt wrapped around my finger? Well, that was nothing compared to the way she felt wrapped around my cock.

Liquid heat. Tight. Soft and hard. God, her pussy was rippling all around me, and it felt like she was spasming and moving, goddammit, there was no way I could hold on.

My brain was already scrambled.

And just like that, I couldn’t find the common decency anymore.

That part of me that said that she should come first.

I broke away from her, letting her hair go, going up onto my fists that were planted on either side of her head.

“Hold onto my arms,” I instructed. “It’s about to get rough.”

Her tiny hands wrapped solidly around my fists and didn’t let go.

I took that as she was ready, and started slowly at first, giving her my full length but also keeping it at about a five.

When she lifted her hips and then her legs, all at once showing me how flexible she was but also urging me to give her more?

Well, yeah, she got all of me then.

My hips started to slam against hers. The sound of our skin slapping paired with the sound of our breathing as well as the headboard squeaking filled the room.

Her breathing hitched, and I wished that I’d turned on a light before we’d gotten started, wanting to see her face to see if I was hurting her.

But the way she was moaning, a slow silent keen, had me guessing that she was feeling just fine.

Better than fine.

“Josiah,” she breathed. “Something’s happening.”

I felt her pussy start to tighten even further and knew that my roughness had been exactly what she needed.

I tilted my hips to a different angle, and that keening turned to a full-on squeal as I hit that secret spot inside of her.

I didn’t have time to smile or gloat because she was coming.

I wasn’t far behind her, either, seeing as I’d been riding the edge of disaster since I’d had my finger inside of her.

Hell, since she’d sat on my chest, really.

I slammed into her harder, finesse all but evaporated.

My thrusts got choppier, and my breath was sawing in and out of my lungs like a freight train struggling to make it up a mountain.

And then my release came, and I was shooting inside of her wet pussy, filling her up with everything that I had to give.

Even after I’d come, I couldn’t stop myself from slowly pumping my hips, loving the way she felt—so wet and so tight.

Like she was made for me.

When I finally came down to lie beside her, pulling her with me sideways so that her body laid the length of mine, my arms were screaming.

I didn’t care, though.

I loved the way she felt—the way we felt.

My cock was now laying wetly between her thighs, and I could feel the coolness of the air on the rest of my body as well.

I reached blindly with my foot and caught the covers, then pulled them up and over the both of us.

It wasn’t until she started to speak that I realized I’d started to fall asleep with her in my arms.

But what she said had me well and truly awake.

“My sister once locked me in the bathroom—in the shower.”

My stomach contracted and everything inside of me froze.

“I was naked…and she started to let men back, one by one,” she said. “They looked at me, taunted me.”

“And when she didn’t get the reaction out of me that she wanted, she turned the shower on—cold. Really cold,” she explained. “We had one of those controls that you had to turn it on outside of the shower. The entire cubicle of the shower was glass, forcing us to put the controls outside of it or ruin the ‘aesthetics’ as my dad liked to call it.”

I pulled her tighter into my body.

“The shower was kind of like yours, with a lot of spray heads. There really wasn’t anywhere to go to avoid the spray,” she confessed. “I could direct them off of me as best as I could, but still, it wasn’t enough.” She breathed out. “Within about ten minutes, I was shaking with cold. Not to mention the men that were still coming back…and before you ask, no, I had no clue who they were. I swear to God, it was like Tara just went and found a bunch of random men to bring back just to fuck with me.”