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

magic on me and making me want to give him everything—anything—he wants. I love the feel of him pressed tight to me, his chest to my back, and his arms around me. It feels protective and safe.

“What’s this?” His fingertips brush over the small tattoo on the swell of my left breast—the word Irish drawn in swirling cursive with a small shamrock next to it. “I know you’re not Irish, Sara. Is . . .” he hesitates a moment, then finishes, “is that for me?”

I nod. No use denying it. The truth of how I feel about this man, how I’ve always felt about him is written on my skin.

He turns me to face him and searches my eyes. “Why?”

My eyes fill, and I shake my head. I can’t say the words. But I can show him.

I lift my arms and loop them around his neck to pull his mouth down to mine. This time his kiss is savage, taking everything I give as I drop my head back, and let him drink his fill.

He growls deep in his throat, the sound vibrating from his mouth to mine.

He steps a pace away, grabs a fur blanket off a chair, and tosses it to the carpet in front of the fire. Then he guides me down to my back, kneeling over me.

His hands slide to my thighs, and I whimper in pleasure as he drags first one, then the other sheer black stocking down, tossing them aside. His palms return to glide up my inner thighs, pressing them open. I clench my knees together out of instinct.

“Uh-uh, little one,” he purrs. “Don’t close them. Let me see, Sara. Show me how wet you are.” He tugs my legs open, spreading them wide, and this time I let him.

His eyes drop to my soaked panties and his face tightens in the firelight, something wild and hungry reflected in his eyes. His hand slides up my thigh, and my breath catches with each inch, until his thumb brushes lightly over the lacy edge. I moan deeply, trembling, and when my hips buck traitorously, pushing gently against his hand like my body is desperate for more, his eyes meet mine, and the green depths darken.

His palm slides over the front of my panties and I gasp, panting as the pleasure melts through me.

“So wet for me, baby,” he groans. His thumb brushes up and down, stroking my pussy through the satin fabric, every drag across it lighting up every sensitive nerve ending. Pleasure pulses as blood rushes to my pussy lips. My breath skitters in and out in anticipation of his next move.

I lie there, my bare breasts quivering in the flickering golden light of the flames that lick and crackle.

He plants a hand in the fur at my hip, and leans close, his breath on my bare thighs, making my skin prickle and shiver, and then he looks up at me, his gaze locks with mine, and all I can do is drown in his eyes.

“I think we should take these off.”

His thumb keeps stroking me as his fingers slide up to the edge of my panties. He hooks them at my hips and starts to tug them down, drawing it out as he peels them lower, until he can see my bare pussy, and he groans.

“Fuck, Sara,” he growls, his face blazing with lust and heat. His fingers tighten, tugging my panties down my legs and off.

He moves in, and my breath catches as I feel his beard across my thighs and then my bare pussy. He pauses for one second, his eyes flicking up to mine—and I see the fire burning in them.

“Please,” I gasp quietly, desperate to feel his mouth on me.

He leans in, and when his tongue drags over my bare lips, I throw my head back and cry out as pleasure melts through me.

His tongue swipes up and drags over my clit, and I gasp, trembling and bucking my hips wantonly against his mouth.

“You greedy for it, baby?” he purrs, grinning wickedly, his green eyes blazing.

I nod.

He pushes his tongue into me, and I shudder in a breath as he starts to fuck me with it. My body trembles and quivers. He licks me faster, and more insistently, and his hands pin my thighs wide. That wicked tongue of his slides up and down my lips, pushing in, then sliding up to swirl around my clit.

He settles his shoulders between my thighs, grabs each cheek of my ass with his big hands, yanks me to him, and tongues my pussy.

My mouth goes slack and my eyes hood as I look down at him, lust and pleasure soaring through me. I drop my hand and thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. He gives me what I want, his tongue swirling around my clit, again and again until I start to come undone.

“You taste so fucking sweet, baby. I’m gonna make this little pussy come all over my tongue,” he growls and moves back in. Pleasure explodes through my body as he sucks my clit between his lips, and then releases it to mercilessly tease it over and over, circling it with his tongue.

“Oh, my God,” I pant.

He thrusts two fingers inside me, curling them to find that little trigger spot, and I buck wildly against him. He just tightens his hold on me, forcing me to take what he gives me.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes,” I moan, my head rolling from side to side.

“I know you do. I still remember what you like,” he growls, adding his thumb to my clit while those fingers work me faster and faster, until I throw my head back, arch my body up and explode, crying out in ecstasy as a powerful orgasm washes over me.

I shudder again and again, rubbing against him over and over, until finally I whimper and melt back against the fur blanket.

I’m trembling as he moves up over me, his hot body coming down on mine.