Page 19 of Still Burning

I bit my bottom lip at the sight of his bare erection. The metal in the tip caught the sun. When he kicked off his boots and pants, he moved toward me. His hard, sculpted thighs were the same golden brown as the rest of him. How had he gotten that part of his legs so tan? I’d not thought about it before now. Seeing him in this much light though had me wondering.

“Go to my bike. Put your palms on the seat and spread your legs,” he said as he reached me.

His eyes, slowly traveling down my body, sent goose bumps all over me even though there was no chill in the air. Turning, I walked to the bike and did as he’d said, then glanced back at him over my shoulder.

The possessive expression reminded me of a predator who had found their prey.

“Fuck, that looks good,” he murmured and closed the space between us as his gaze stayed locked on my back. “I wanna fuck you hard, Angel Face.”

I let out a shaky breath, not sure what that meant. I thought we had fucked hard already. But I nodded.

“Okay.” My voice sounded breathy.

His hand drew back, and a loud smack made me yelp as his hand connected with my right butt cheek.

“Jesus, that’s beautiful.”

The pleasure in his tone turned the sting into a jolt of pleasure between my legs. My entire body trembled while his fingers brushed the tender skin.

“My handprint on your perfect skin.”

A whimper escaped my lips, and his eyes snapped up to meet mine.

He tilted his head as a sinister glint appeared in his eyes. “You ready for my cock?”

“Yes,” I replied, sounding as needy as I felt.

He reached up and grabbed my hair, then fisted it in his hand, pulling my head back slightly with a tug. “Have you ever been taken rough, baby?” he asked me as his swollen, thick head pressed against my entrance.

I wasn’t sure I had. Not what he meant at least. Because I’d only had sex with him and Eamon, and…well, sex with Eamon had never been rough.

“I don’t think so.” My voice was just above a whisper.

“Good,” he replied, sounding pleased.

He slipped a hand between my legs, and I cried out as his finger brushed over my clit.

“That’s a soaking wet pussy,” he said as he continued to play with it. “My cock is gonna slip in easy.”

I bit down on my bottom lip as anticipation rippled through me. I was so close to coming by this alone that if he kept talking, I was sure that I would.

Closing my eyes as he pulled my head back further, I held my breath. His fingers dug into my hip just before he thrust into me. I had to grab on to the seat to keep from going forward from the impact.

“Rome!” I screamed out his name, finally filled with him.

“That’s it,” he grunted. “Take my cock and squeeze it.”

I was already there, about to hit a powerful climax.

“Rome,” I panted, listening to the slapping of our bodies as he pulled back and then slammed into me.

“That’s my cunt, the only fucking cunt I want. Yeah, fuck.” He rasped out the words.

He let go of my hip, and his hand slid under the leather to press against my bare back. His piercing was hitting its mark with an almost-brutal force, but I seemed to crave it because I was spiraling close to bliss.

“Mine,” he said, and that was all it took.

I heard my voice crying out his name as my body shook and ecstasy consumed me.

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