Page 56 of Bullet

I licked along a tendon in her neck, feeling her pulse flutter against my tongue. Covering her breastwith my hand, I rolled and pinched her nipple through her sleep tank, molding her silken form to my palm.

A soft gasp rushed from her lips, but her nails clawed into my muscle. “Bullet.”

Ignoring her pleas, I split her legs with my thigh, and my cock ground into her, indulging a carnal need to fuck.

I wanted in her mind the way my body demanded to be inside her body. She’d said she’d only been with her ex. Only known the touch of one other man. One too fucking many. I sucked hard where her neck met her shoulder.

“Holy shit.” She grabbed my hair, but I sucked harder until I’d left my claim on her. She jerked my head from her neck. Fire sparked from her glaring eyes as she stared hard at me, and she slapped her other hand to her neck. “What are you doing?”

A deviant smile curled my lips as a blush of color rose to the surface of her flesh. “Marking you as mine.” Marking her with pleasure instead of pain.

“You gave me a hickey?”

“Uh huh.” I pressed the flat of my tongue to her jaw, kissing my way to her mouth and dipping in for another taste.

She curled her tongue with mine, and her fingers sifted through my hair. My gut tightened in concert with my cock pulsing, biting into the zipper of my jeans. She was small beneath me but strong. Her hips rocked against me.

“Everyone will know.” Her palm slid along the ridges of my lats.

I lifted off her enough to stare into her eyes. “I don’t have to fuck you on the altar of the MC to prove you’re mine, but I would. Now, spread your legs so I can give you what you want.” I shifted my leg, pressing my thigh against her heated pussy, and she thrust against me, grinding toward release. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” she hissed. She grasped my arm, her nails gouged my skin, and her hips jutted forward, seeking more friction. Her body tensed, her grip tightened, and her back arched off the bed.

“Use that mouth to tell me what you want.”

“I don’t want to talk. I want you to kiss me. I want this. I want you.” Her gaze snapped to mine. “I want you to make me come,” she rushed to say. “Just this…just this once.”

Nah, I was going to have her coming again and again, riding on my mouth, on my fingers, and on my cock. But we’d take it at her speed. I’d wait for her to admit she wanted me the same way I wanted her. “That’s it, brown eyes.”

I slammed my lips onto hers and swallowed her shallow gasp. With a wild recklessness, she kissed me and came in a turbulent storm of tremors and wetness. Cream soaked through her sleep shorts and dampened my jeans as she crested the peak.

Fucking beautiful. My cock throbbed, and my balls were ready to nut. Her pink tongue slicked across her upper lip, her breathing slowed, and her thighs butterflied open. She softened and relaxed into the mattress.

“God, I’m weak,” she mumbled and threaded her fingers into my hair again, bringing my lips to hers.

She was sweet as fuck against my tongue. I nuzzled against her neck, nipping and sucking her sugared skin. “That’s not a word I’d use to describe you. Strong, determined, brave, beautiful—”

She chuckled and rolled out from under me. “—hungry.”

With a groan, I flopped to my back. “I have shit to do today.”

“Will you be gone all day again?” She slid out of bed, opened the dresser drawer, and selected a clean pair of panties and a bra.

The mattress creaked as I stood. “We’llbe gone all day.” I slapped her ass and stepped around her.

“Where am I going?”

I chuckled and opened the door. “With me,” I said and walked out of the room.

She leaned into the hall. “You want me to go with you?”

“Ten minutes,” I said over my shoulder. I needed a cigarette, a cup of coffee, and ten minutes for my dick to forget the feel of her pressed against me.

“I need to take a shower.”

Stormy wet, hot, and naked. I growled. “Make it quick.”

Chapter Eight

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