UnCage me (Savage Beast MC Book 8) by Hayley Faiman (e book reader pc txt) 📕

Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers, sliding my tongue inside of her. Before I can shift her around, maneuver her to the bed, she sinks down to her knees, her hands sliding down my entire body, her gaze focused on mine.

“Sunny,” I rasp.

She shakes her head as she settles on her knees, reaching for my belt buckle. I grunt as she takes my pants down to my thighs. She takes my cock in her hand, stroking me a couple of times, but she doesn’t fucking need to. I’m hard as shit right now, ready to fucking blow.

Pamela’s lips touch the tip of my dick before they part and she takes me inside of her mouth. I shiver, reaching forward and wrapping my fingers in the back of her hair. She has no fucking clue what she’s doing, she’s timid and shy, but it’s fucking spectacular.

Gripping her hair tightly, I try not to face fuck her, but it’s taking all of the control that I have inside of me not to do just that. Instead, I gently guide her along my length. I don’t force her to swallow too much, even if I want to just bury myself all the way down her throat, no fucks given.

“Fuck,” I hiss.

I’m so close, my lower back tingles and my balls draw up, but I don’t come in her mouth. I want all that inside of her, I want to create life with her. I want to keep her. For-fucking-ever. Reaching down, I slip my hands beneath her arms and pick her up.

Removing my clothes, I can’t take my eyes off of her as she eagerly does the same. “Need you hard, Sunny. You think you can take me?” I ask, my voice hoarse and on edge.

She nods her head, her eyes wide as she climbs on the bed. Once I’m on the bed, on my knees, I reach for her and drag her up my thighs, positioning her so that she’s straddling me. Wrapping my fingers around her waist, I hold her steady in my grip as I guide myself inside of her.

Lifting up on my knees, she wraps her arms around my neck and digs her nails in my shoulders. Thrusting forward, I watch as her eyes widen at the same time her breath hitches.

“Dylan,” she rasps.

Fuck.

I thrust up, hard and fast, taking her with everything that I have, with all of my strength. She watches me, her breath panting with each stroke, her body sliding along my length, taking me, welcoming me, squeezing me.

“Touch yourself, I want to feel you come, Sunny,” I order.

One of her hands leaves my shoulders and she slips her fingers between us. I wish that I could see her touching her sweet clit, but I’ll have to be okay with my eyes flicking between her gorgeous gaze, her full lips, and her bouncing tits.

“Oh god,” she moans.

“Fuck,” I grind out as I feel her cunt flutter around me.

She comes with a cry and it doesn’t take me long to follow after her, considering I was holding on by a thread with sheer will and determination. When I come, my dick twitches as it fills her with my release.

If this doesn’t create a fucking kid, I don’t know what will. I’m filling her with over a week’s worth of jizz. That trip didn’t give me a minute alone with my hand.

Holding her against me, feeling her tits press against my chest, I breathe. I bury my face in her neck, my cock still half hard inside of her sweet cunt and I just fucking breathe.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispers in the silence of the room.

Chapter Thirty-Two

PAMELA

I don’t know what I expect, or maybe it’s that I expect far too much. But when Dylan pulls me off of him and practically tosses me to the side, I can’t help but stare at him in disbelief. A stab of pain slices throughout my entire body as I watch him pull on his clothes and leave the room.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked, I stare at the closed bedroom door in complete shock.

This did not just happen, did it?

My entire body starts to tremble with fear and worry. He said he wanted this, he said he wanted me. Now I’m pregnant and he doesn’t want me or this baby. Now I’m pregnant and I’m completely alone, with nothing, not even a birth certificate, no ID, no education, nothing.

I hear cheering, it’s loud and does nothing to ease the anxiety that is filling me. Bringing my knees to my chest, I rest my cheek against them and I try not to cry, but I fail. Tears fall down my cheeks, down to my knees, and beneath my chin.

My life is over. I might as well end it right now. God. I hate how instantly I become so freaking dramatic, even in my own head. Pinching my eyes closed, I remind myself that I didn’t get out of the Donkey Punchers and away from my dad just to regret living. I did it so that I could live.

“Sunny,” Dylan calls out, right before I feel the bed dip behind me. I feel his arms wrap around me and his lips touch my cheeks. “You’re crying.”

I want to scream at him, no fucking shit I’m crying, asshole, but I don’t. He squeezes me again, his lips skimming my cheek a second time.

“Sunny,” he calls out so softly that I almost don’t hear it. “You’re not happy?”

Opening my eyes, I can’t help but feel intense rage fill me at his question. Jerking away from him, I stand and turn around to face him. He’s sitting on the bed, on his knees, his eyes wide as he watches me morph into a straight-up pissed-off girl.

“I’m not happy? What the hell makes you think that?” I snap. His eyes widen and his head jerks back as