Outlaw's Ride: An MC Romance by Carter Steele (books recommended by bts .txt) 📕

to me. When he slipped his tongue back inside of me and started spelling my name I lost it. I came twice before he let me pull away from his iron grip.

I crashed back against the window, panting breathlessly. It was all I could do to keep the body tremors from making my legs give out.

Wreck stood before me like a heavy metal statue of David. My useless legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him into me. The bulge in his jeans pushed against my thigh, sending little earthquakes through my pussy. I had to bite my lip to stay somewhat in control. I wanted his cock so bad it hurt. I wanted him more than I’d wanted anything in a long, long time. Fuck, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this horny!

I let my legs drop and shot up. After tearing his pants down and him kicking them off I curled my fingertips around the elastic waistband of his boxers then looked up at him. His stare in return was hypnotic. His lungs sucking in great breaths like bellows fueling the furnace of his barely contained lust.

This was my chance. It was the eye of the storm before he took me how he wanted.

Sliding the fabric down his long shaft and over his swollen head, his hard cock bounced up. I slid onto the floor, kneeling before him on the pile of clothes at our feet. He flexed making his cock pulse as I wrapped my hands around it. My hands had never looked so small before.

On instinct, I took as much as of him into my mouth as I could. Usually guys liked head right away. I forced out all the nagging comparisons between Wreck and my other clients, and was determined to live in the moment. I was going to be here with him and that was all.

Thinking I was uncomfortable Wreck started to pull away, but I squeezed his cock tight and stopped him. I scowled at him, mouthing the words, “This is mine,” before diving back in. The whole time I blew him the only time we broke eye contact was when I brought him to the edge and his head rolled back. Whenever I felt he was close I pulled back and slowed down, dragging things out.

“Fuck! You're goddamn evil, you know that?” Wreck slammed a palm down on the table.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and flicked my eyebrows up in a gesture that said, Yeah I know. I was something of an expert at sex, if I wanted him to come quickly he would have.

“You're the kind of evil I need more of in my life.” Wreck led me back up to my feet and gently laid me onto the table.

“You won't get tired of me?” I signed, cursing myself for the moment of weakness.

“Tired?” he scoffed, lowering himself on top of me. Between kisses along my collarbone and further below the purple fabric around my neck he added, “It's getting harder and harder to imagine my life without you in it.”

I wanted so desperately to believe that.

It was rare, but I'd had a few regular clients in the past that vowed to take me away from it all...right up to the point where they disappeared back to their spouses. Wreck was different, I knew that. We'd shared so much with each other that I'd never told anyone. If it were ever going to be true it would be with Wreck. Still though, that hot cinder of doubt smoldered deep in my chest.

What would happen if this all fell apart?

Fuck the future. The rocks will fall how they may. Letting the passion of the moment overwhelm my anxious mind, I filled all the empty spaces with kisses. Reaching down I fisted his cock and started pumping. His renewed moans filled my ears and spurred my pace on slightly faster.

The table groaned softly under the shifting weight as our bodies began to writhe next to each other, drawing us impossibly closer. Palming my pussy, Wreck let his lips and occasionally dragging teeth tour my shoulders, chest, nipples, rib cage and stomach. He teased, whispered, kissed and bit me, edging me closer to a much deeper form of ecstasy than I'd ever been able to guide myself to with my hands or any toys.

All thoughts of anything but him and what I was feeling faded away like smoke on a cloudy day.

My breathing came in fits and spurts as he explored my body with reverent zeal of a musician testing out a new instrument – sometimes meandering, sometimes direct, but always with intention and care. His fingers, mouth and even shifting weight sent new sensations through me that had long gone disregarded. Despite all the sex I had I couldn't remember a time when a man ran his tongue along my ribs.

When Wreck's cock eventually flirted too close to my pussy I shied away, offering a curt head shake. Wreck groaned in immediate understanding, letting his head drop for a moment before sliding off the table and making his way toward his bunk.

That was the only thing Patrick ever enforced with his clients. They could beat us all they wanted but they had to wear protection. Every time without exception. During one of our regular routine tests by a nurse on Patrick's payroll it'd been revealed that one client had broke that rule and a girl had contracted an STD and become pregnant. Patrick had her killed and stuffed in the man's trunk. Patrick's cop friends stopped the man, arrested him and charged him with rape and murder.

Word quickly got around and we never had to worry about someone trying to skip out on using a condom again.

I watched Wreck walk naked, confident and strong. With his long hair cutting a dark line down his broad shoulders, faded tattoos running down large arms ending in so many metal bracelets and rings that he was basically wearing brass