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

cover both our drinks. Not wanting to wait for her to change her mind, I stood and gently grabbed the bend of her elbow. Then I paused.

“You serious?”

“As a goddamn heart attack. Let’s go.” She started to walk, and I either had to keep up or let go. I sure as fuck wasn’t letting go.

The wind ruffled her wavy hair as we exited the building. She casually tucked it behind her ear again.

“This way.” I guided her, trying to ignore the obvious peaks of her nipples through the tight red dress. Christ almighty, I was damn near ready to bust a nut in my jeans.

As quietly as I could, I opened my door and ushered her in. I’d barely gotten it closed when she had me pressed against the cool metal.

“Where are you from?” she asked as she ran a lacquered nail along my bottom lip.

“Does it matter?”

Her brow rose, then she smirked. “No, not really.”

“Good.” I tugged my T-shirt off and tossed it on the chair. Before I could get to my buckle, her hands were working it loose. When she dropped to her knees in front of me, I hissed as she freed my cock.

She gripped the base tightly, pumped it a few times, then ran her tongue around the tip, and I almost swallowed my goddamn tongue. “Jesus fucking tits,” I gasped when she wrapped those ruby lips around my girth.

At thirty-seven years old, I was no inexperienced kid, but holy hell, she gave the best blow job I’d had in my entire damn life. My fingers tangled in her silken tresses as my eyes rolled back. Before I could really corral my thoughts, I was on the verge of shooting my shit down her lily-white throat.

Digging my hands in and tugging, I pulled her off my dick with a pop. Disappointment registered in her eyes until I demanded, “Take off that dress or it’s gonna end up in two pieces, then get your sweet ass on the bed.”

Passion heavy in her eyes, she stood defiantly in front of me and slowly peeled the dress from her body. Standing before me in a red thong and those red fuck-me heels, she shook out her golden locks.

With a growl, I lifted her by the waist, and her legs wrapped tightly around my hips.

My teeth grazed her neck as I approached the bed. A soft mewling came from deep in her throat. The scent she wore was driving me crazy.

When I reached the edge of the mattress, I laid her down and crawled between her long legs. They spread further to accommodate me. As I rested on my elbows, one arm under her, hand clutching her hair, I tasted her everywhere I could reach.

“Yes,” she murmured as I circled her nipple with my tongue before drawing it into my mouth to suckle it. Not wanting the other to feel left out, I plucked at it with my fingers. She was utterly exquisite—the perfect distraction from my earlier melancholy thoughts.

As I worked my way down her stomach, she arched her hips up, seeking friction I wasn’t going to give yet. Sitting back on my heels, I raised one shapely leg. A kiss to her ankle, then I removed the first shoe, trailing kisses up to the sensitive area behind her knee. I then moved over to the other one.

Repeating my movements on that limb, I worked my way up to the lace of her panties. “I can smell you,” I groaned against her inner thigh. My beard must’ve tickled her, because goosebumps skated across her skin and her legs trembled.

“God, please,” she begged.

“Please what?” I whispered. Mesmerized by her, I skimmed my rough hands along her silken skin. Not an inch of her was left untouched. My eyes held hers as she panted with need below me.

“Please,” she uttered again, but without specifics, I continued to tease her. Finally reaching the apex of her thighs, I licked along either side of the lace before sucking the fabric along with her clit into my mouth. She let out a low moan as her fingers clutched my hair. Shamelessly, she ground her pussy into my face.

If I was going to suffocate in her, it sure as hell wasn’t going to be with a scrap of fabric between us. I reached up and ripped them on one side, then the other before throwing them to the floor.

Bared to my torture, her cunt wept for me. I gathered the liquid on my lips and tongue and slid two fingers into her tight heat. I paused long enough to demand, “What do you want?”

“Make me come,” she pleadingly whispered. My lips curled into a wicked grin.

“With pleasure,” I murmured before diving back in. Relentless, I drove her over the edge for the first time.

“Oh my fuck! Holy shit!” She thrashed and gasped, trying to jerk away from my skillful ministrations, but I didn’t let up. I owned her—at least for the night.

When her spasms slowed to an occasional flutter, I licked her essence from my fingers. Her breathing sped up as I braced myself on my arms and hovered above her. Barely touching, I licked the soft, plush skin of her lips. Then I kissed her, allowing her to taste the intoxicating flavor of her release on my tongue.

Her nails dug into me as she returned my kiss with a wild fervor.

Longing consumed me as I gently bit her before pulling away. Needing to be inside her, I stripped out of my remaining clothes. With sure movements, I sheathed my painfully hard cock and settled the tip against her wet core.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel this night for days and you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.” Her eyes widened, and lust filled their silvery depths.

I swirled the tip and took a few shallow dips into her soaking wet pussy before I thrust hard, seating myself to the hilt. She gasped, and I groaned as she tightened unbelievably around