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

His face is a mask of lust as he cups my jaw and crushes his lips to mine.

I taste myself on his lips and moan into his mouth.

He pulls back, and his eyes blaze into mine.

“That was fucking beautiful, Sara. I love watching you come for me. And I’m not nearly done with you, baby.”

His palm slides up my belly, across my ribs, and closes over the mound of my breast. He squeezes, and I arch into his hand. He rubs his thumb back and forth across my erect, sensitive nipple, and I gasp.

“Oh, God, more,” I whimper, my whole-body strains, aching, and desperate for more.

He pins my hands over my head, holding them firm with one hand, then dips his head, and closes over the tight bud, laving it with his tongue, and then sucking so hard I writhe beneath him, wanting everything he gives me.

He nibbles and sucks until my nipple is red and engorged, then he moves to the other, giving it the same treatment while he teases the first with his thumb.

Oh, God, I don’t want him to stop. It feels so fucking good.

He lifts his head, and his hand slides up my chest to gently encircle my neck, then his mouth closes over mine, and he kisses me fiercely.

I willingly give over total control, loving how he takes it, and another rush of wetness floods my pussy. I moan into his mouth, undulating beneath him.

He growls, and his free hand slides back between my legs to stroke his fingers through the slippery wetness. I moan and kiss him harder.

He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them inside his lips. “So fucking sweet. Like fucking candy.”

My entire body heats as I watch him lick every drop.

Holding my gaze, he returns his fingers to my pussy, treating me to soft, teasing strokes. “Do you want more, baby girl?” he growls lowly, and I feel his cock straining and bulging against his slacks.

Slowly, I nod. “Yes,” I whisper heatedly as he starts to undo his pants. I writhe in anticipation as his cock pops free to nudge hot against the skin of my bare hip.

He leans in, letting his lips brush my earlobe.

“On your knees, baby girl,” he purrs, releasing me.

I turn and get on my hands and knees as he strips, and then positions himself behind me. I feel his warm palm smooth over my skin from the small of my back to between my shoulder blades, where he presses me down. I extend my arms out, dropping my torso until the fur tickles my nipples, my ass still up in the air.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, his hands sliding back up my skin to clamp around my hips and drag me back, positioning me where he wants me.

I love how possessive his touch is, controlling, and taking what he wants. I wait, trembling with anticipation of what he’ll do next. Then his fingers dip between my spread legs, and he torments me with teasing strokes that drive me wild.

I moan.

His fingers dip inside me, then swirl around my clit, bringing me quickly right back up to balance on that razor’s edge. I drop my head, whimpering.

“You want my dick, baby doll?”

I nod.

“Tell me.”

I moan, and his palm smacks down on one butt cheek, making me jump as pleasure jolts through me, and another rush of wetness soaks me.

“Oh, God, yes.”

“Say it.”

“I want your dick inside me. Please.”

He takes it in his hand, swirls the head around my opening, then slides deep. I clamp down, and he pauses. “Let me in, Sara.”

I breathe in, will myself to relax, and he slides deeper. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man that he’s a tight fit, his big cock stretching me. It only spurs him on.

He groans and pushes deeper. “That’s it, baby. You feel so fucking good.”

I arch my ass up higher, and he slides over that sweet spot deep inside me. I gasp in a breath, and he pulls back, and does it again.

“Right there?” he asks.

“Yes,” I answer, my face in the fur blanket.

He strokes over it again and again, then curls his body over mine, the hot skin of his chest pressing against my back, and one arm wrapping firm around my waist, pinning me tightly to him. He dips his head and bites my ear lobe.

I moan, and his big hand moves up to cup my breast.

He groans and pinches my nipple. I clamp down around his dick, and he hisses in a breath. “Fuck yeah. Do that again.”

I do, and he rises up on his knees, grabs my hips, and begins to thrust into me with hard, jolting thrusts that have my breasts bouncing with each impact. Slowly he picks up the pace until he’s pounding into me, the sounds of him slapping against my wet pussy filling the quiet room.

He reaches around me and slides his fingers through the slick release, then circles my clit again and again until I’m about to come.

“Irish,” I pant.

“Come for me, Sara. Come all over my dick.”

And I do, I come hard as a powerful orgasm crashes through me.

I shout out, and he slams into me, pressing deep, his hands tight on my hips, pinning me to him as he roars out his own orgasm.

He comes long and hard before collapsing on top of me and forcing my knees flat. I take his weight, loving the feel of him pinning me to the fur.

He’s only there a moment before he rolls off, breathing hard.

“Fucking hell, Sara. That was so fucking good.”

I smile and scoot toward him, wanting his warmth. He rolls to the side and gathers me close.

“Give me five minutes, and we’re doing that again.” He smacks my ass lightly.

I giggle and snuggle closer.

8 Green

I stroke Sara’s back and stare at the ceiling. “Remember that time you made me sneak into that five-star hotel in San Francisco with you? What was the name of that place?”

She lifts her head