Lynch's Rule (Ruthless Sinners MC 9)

With a satisfied moan, my head fell back, and my entire body trembled as the force of my climax surged through me, causing me to mumble repeatedly, “Oh God, yes!”

I was practically floating, but my blissful haze quickly turned to disappointment when Conor removed his hand from my panties. My eyes met his, and I nearly came again when he said, “Fucking hell, woman. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you.”

I didn’t respond. I was too consumed with desire to form the words, so I dropped my hands to the waistline of Conor’s jeans, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down the zipper. Once I’d lowered them to his hips, he took over, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a condom from his wallet.

I watched him ease it over his long, thick shaft as I quickly removed my leggings and panties. Once he was done, he lifted me up and pressed my back against the living room wall as I wrapped my legs around his waist, grazing his cock against my center.

I was nearly panting when he finally reached between us and took his shaft in his hand. He lifted me up, then thrust deep inside in one fell swoop, and I gasped at the invasion. Concern flashed through his eyes when he asked, “You good?”

I nodded with an incoherent mumble.

Conor gave me a moment to adjust before he placed his hands under my ass. He started to move, slow and easy, until I tightened my legs around him, nudging him close to take him deeper. He took the cue and pulled back, plunging into me, again and again, and it didn’t take him long to find that spot—the one that made every nerve tingle.

Consumed by lust and emotion, I rocked my hips in time with his, meeting his every thrust, and with each second that passed, I was closer to the edge. He continued driving into me with a relentless rhythm, and it wasn’t long before I felt my climax building, burning through my veins.

A deep groan resonated through his chest as he quickened his pace, and that was all it took. My release crashed over me, causing my entire body to tense around him.

While still planted deeply inside of me, Conor started towards the corner of the room and lowered me onto the sofa. Once I was settled, he eased my shirt and bra over my head, then tossed them to the floor. He gazed down at me, and as his eyes slowly roamed over every inch of my body, goosebumps prickled against my skin from the heat of his stare.

A warmth washed over me when he whispered, “So fucking beautiful.”

He trailed kisses past my collarbone and down to my breasts while heavy breaths and low moans filled the room. He pulled a nipple into his mouth, and as he continued to nip and suck along the curves of my breast, he moved inside me with slow, shallow thrusts.

My God, he felt so good.

His mouth.

His hands.

His cock.

Every touch was heightened by a craving that sent me into complete sensory overload when he increased his pace. His movements suddenly became rough and demanding as he took me deeper and harder.

“Yes!” I cried as I tightened around him.

I was getting close, and when Conor’s body grew taut, there was no doubt that he was as well. We were completely in sync as he slid his hands underneath my backside to lift me higher, and angling his position, he instantly found the spot that would send us both over the edge. Seconds later, my orgasm ripped through me, and he let out a gratified groan as he thrust into me one last time, giving in to his own release.

After several moments, he slowly eased off me, removed the condom, and tossed it into to the trash before dropping down on the sofa next to me. I let my head fall back on the cushion as I tried to catch my breath and was still deep in a haze when Conor turned to me and asked, “You okay over there?”

“Oh, I’m more than okay.”

“Good.” He stood, then bent down and lifted me into his arms. “Then, you won’t have a problem with having another go.”

“Yeah, I’d definitely be okay with that.”

I slipped my arms around his neck and held on as he carried me into the bedroom. We spent the better half of the night locked away in my room making love and, once we were completely spent, passed out and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to the sounds of Conor scrambling around the room as he put on his clothes. I sat up in bed, stretched, then yawned and mumbled, “Good morning.”

“Morning, beautiful. How’d you sleep?”

“Like a rock. How ’bout you?”

“The same.” He pulled his t-shirt over his head before leaning down and kissing me on the forehead. “Wish I could’ve slept a little longer.”