Sugar (The Henchmen MC 12)

I had barely been able to bounce and settle before his body was over mine. His head shifted down, lips closing around my nipple and sucking it hard into his mouth as his other hand raised, squeezing my other breast, rolling the peak until my back was arching, until my hands were raking marks down his back as he tortured me.

"Condom," he growled into my ear as his tongue teased the edge.

"In the bowl on the nightstand," I told him, watching as he lifted up slightly, reaching out, brows going furrowed as he saw the bowl, but he said nothing because there was no denying that he was as desperate as I was to have him inside me.

He pressed back onto his ankles, reaching down to rip open the condom, then rolling it onto his thick cock, making my walls tighten hard.

Finished, he didn't move down over me, didn't spread my thighs, and slam inside me like I had expected.

Instead, his eyes raked over me, heavy-lidded and possessive.

His body shifted slowly forward, arms moving out, his hands snagging me at my elbows, sliding upward as he moved downward, pressing until his palms were closed around my wrists, pinning them above my head.

Unable to put my hands around him, my legs shifted up, closing around his hips as his lips crashed down into mine. Harder. Hungrier. More demanding. Wanting, it seemed, for me to feel him there hours later.

"Fuck me," I groaned, grinding my hips up into him.

"Doesn't sound like begging," he growled back, lips suddenly closing around the skin of my neck... and sucking.

Marked.

He wanted me marked.

And, what's more, I wanted to be marked by him.

Still, I wasn't the begging sort.

My hand yanked uselessly against his hold as my legs crossed over his ass, trying to use my heels to drag him closer, hoping that if I shifted ever so perfectly, I could get his cock where I needed it most.

Seeming to sense my plan, his hips ground downward, pinning me. With his cock pressed exactly against my clit.

The next time I tried to shift, it stroked over the swollen bud, making me whimper out his name.

"That's a good sound, baby, but it still isn't begging," he said, pushing up as he rolled his hips in a circle, making my walls tighten so hard that it almost made the orgasm crash through me right then and there.

And right then, I did it.

For the first time in my life, I begged.

Sure, it sounded like I was choking on it, but it came out of me regardless.

"Please fuck me," I gasped.

"'Bout fuckin' time," he growled, shifting back, then slamming forward, his cock claiming every last inch of me, my walls squeezing him tight, afraid to lose him now that I had him. "Fuckin' tight," he growled into my neck, taking a deep breath before pushing up to look down at me, eyes intense. Piercing really. Maybe for the first time, I felt almost open, like he could read me.

That was, well, terrifying.

I yanked hard, catching him off-guard enough to get my wrists free, grabbing him by the back of the neck, dragging his lips down to mine.

Eyes closed, the uncomfortable sensation shifted away.

As his lips crushed harder, his hips shifted backward then pressed all the way back in, not fast, just hard, hard enough that it pinched in a way that was uncomfortable yet hotter than anything I had maybe ever known.

"Harder," I demanded against his lips, wanting, needing more of it. Needing everything he could give me.

Then he gave me harder, each thrust making my bed slam hard against the wall.

My hands stayed on the back of his neck, holding him to me.

But he pulled back suddenly, sitting backward, yanking my legs up straight, putting both up on his shoulder, one hand going between my thighs as he kept fucking me, working my clit. His other hand moved forward, pressing down on my lower stomach, making me feel his cock stronger, more acutely.

"You gonna come for me, baby?" he asked, thrusts suddenly not as hard, but faster, not giving my body a chance to lose the orgasm that was creating a pressure inside that was threatening to make both orgasms before this pale in comparison.

"Yes," I gasped, reaching out toward the hand at my stomach, wrapping my fingers around his wrist as my eyes did something of their own mind; they sought out those eyes that saw right through me.

And the second that connection was made, his cock pressed forward, his thumb stroked, and his hand pressed.

And I freaking... broke apart.

There was no other way to describe the way the orgasm racked through me, starting where our bodies met and ricocheting outward until it felt like it overtook me completely.

"Fuck," Sugar's voice hissed as my pussy spasmed around him, as the vise grip on my lungs let up, and I could suck in air to cry out, back arching, muscles tightening, body shaking.