Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition by Elizabeth Knox (top 5 ebook reader txt) 📕

my load down her throat. That isn’t where I want to finish. I want to be inside of her when I come.

“Dela, stop,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Uhm-mmm.” She shakes her head no, all the while not taking my cock out of her mouth. That sensation alone is almost enough to have me explode. My back arches forward as I try to force my orgasm back.

“Dela, fucking stop.” She doesn’t move. I grab her hair and forcefully pull her off my dick. Luckily, she didn’t bite down or that would have been a bad move. “Why do you always make me be so damn rough with you?” I put my thumb against her swollen lips.

“Maybe I like rough. I’m not a doll or a muse, Wyatt.”

I smirk at her and push her back against the bed. “You want it rough? I can give it to you rough. I can give it to you anyway you like. “I reach over and pull a condom from the side drawer. I roll it on and pull her legs toward me.

I undo her pants and pull them off her legs. Part of me is appreciative of the pretty frilly lace that she is wearing but at the same time I need that shit off now. I pull at the underwear but instead of them softly coming down her legs, it snags and I hear them rip. “I hope you didn’t like those.” I rip them the rest of the way off and she giggles slightly. I pull her up to the center of the bed and I pull the cups of her bra down so that I can see her breasts. I love them, fuck, if I could suck on them all damn day I would. She squirms under me.

“You said you want it rough, now sit still and take it,” I growl at her when I have to use my hands to hold her body from bucking away too much.

“Wyatt, you bastard.”

“Yes, darling, I am.” I kiss my way up the side of her neck and pull both of her legs up so that her knees are in line with the crooks of my elbows. I can’t have her getting away from me now. I press into her. Her cunt is already dripping wet waiting for me to take her.

‘Oh shit!” She tries to push away but I grip her legs hard and pull her back down, and in the process, completely impaling myself inside of her. She screams out as her body stretches to the limit trying to take all of me.

“That’s what I want to hear. Scream for me, Dela.” I begin to pump into her recklessly.

“Oh god, yes, Wyatt. Yes.” She reaches up and grabs hold of my wrists. She uses my arms as a tether of sorts. She rolls her hips in time with my thrusts and when her walls clamp down hard on my cock, her head slams back into the pillow and she screams a garbled version of my name out into the night. Her body goes lax after her orgasm as she tries to get her breath back.

“Wyatt, you’re so damn good. Every time,” she praises me.

“Oh, no, you don’t. I’m not done with you yet.” I pull out only briefly and without moving much flip her over so that her face is in the pillow and her ass is sticking up. I smack her luscious ass hard once causing her head to pop up and a deep arch to form in her back. “You ready for more?” I pull her back and grab the shaft of my cock, jerking it a few times waiting for her to give me the go-ahead.

“Fuck yes, give me all you got, Wyatt. I want it all.” Dela looks over her shoulder, nothing but passion and lust and want on her face.

I ram deep inside of her, so hard that she gasps for breath a few times, I don’t let up. I return to my punishing speed. My thrusts causing her ass to ripple with every blow. Her small waist a perfect handle for my large hands. I lightly run my hand up her back careful of the scars that she still has there and lace my hands into her strawberry red hair. I pull her head up to keep her up.

My intense need to feel her break apart again is all that is driving me forward. My own need to come secondary to just that.

“Come for me, darling. Give me one more,” I mutter. I wrap my free hand around her narrow waist and find her clit. I rub against it furiously as I pound into her.

“Yes. Oh fuck yes.” She moans loudly and I feel her body start to go taut. “Wyatt, don’t stop. I’m going to come. I’m there. I’m there. So close,” she pants. A second later she explodes with her face pressed hard against the pillow.

“Dela. Shit.” I grip her harder than I want to but I can’t stop. My body is focused only on one thing. The finish line. Spurt after spurt pulses out my cock into the thin latex that separates the two of us. Lights flash behind my eyelids as I wait for the intense pleasure to subside. The second it does I want more. There is no downtime with this woman. I could bury myself inside of her for as long as I live and never get tired of her.

“You’re going to wear me out,” she moans as she rolls to the side.

“You telling me you want me to stop?”

“Never.” She comes back to me and kisses the side of my neck.

I pull her back to the side, ready for the next round.

17

Bliss is the only way that I can explain my nights with Dela. Not only does she excite me in ways none of the local girls or bikersluts have been able to but she can keep up with me. We went five times alone last night. The only