Page 20 of Hell on Wheels

Flint quickly unbuckled his belt, and I squirmed, already turned on by the thought of seeing beyond the prominent bulge in his jeans. The snap popped, followed by the zipper, and he shoved the material down, revealing the thick, stiff length of his cock.

A condom wrapper rustled for a couple of seconds before he had it open, and then he rolled the latex down, reaching for me again. My legs spread wide as he leaned in and kissed me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as he dominated my senses in every way.

Two thick fingers slid along my inner thigh, between my legs, and I moaned when they dipped inside me, gliding in and out as my head fell back and the kiss broke. Flint’s lips traveled down my throat, and he paused to savor the skin as he nipped and bit at my neck and earlobe. He devoured me with open-mouthed kisses spanning my throat as he murmured in a low, husky voice.

“Fuck. You’re beautiful, Lark.”

My hands rose, and I squeezed my breasts, tweaking the nipples as he hissed his approval. I felt his thumb brush my clit and moaned, tugging him closer.

His fingers pulled out of my core, and Flint lifted his hand, licking both digits as he groaned before palming his dick, stroking up and down his length. His hungry gaze met mine, and then he moved in, coating his dick in the fluids that had already leaked from my eager pussy. I was wet and ready.

“So needy,” he grunted as I locked my legs behind his back.

“Please,” I begged. “I need you.”

Flint plunged inside me with one firm thrust, and I cried out, wrapping my hands around his back. His hands gripped my hips as his fingers dug in, holding me in place as he pumped in and out, fucking me hard and fast as my tits bounced. I felt my orgasm rising to the surface, threatening to crash over me more quickly than anticipated. The man knew what he was doing, precisely the right angle and depth to coax my release and build it up. His attention focused on the place where our bodies connected.

“Fuck, Lark. You feel so good.”

“Yes!” I agreed, my voice louder than I meant, and he sent me a knowing grin.

“You’re not screaming yet.”

Gripping my bottom, he carried me over to the nearest table. Despite his eagerness, I was placed down gently. One of his arms knocked the half-full and empty glasses in our way to the side, and they crashed to the floor as they shattered. My back met the firm surface as I lay back, jolting at the sudden cold. I scooted to the edge as he lifted my knees, spreading me wide.

Flint thrusted back in and lifted one of my legs, angling my body so that he slipped deeper. A guttural moan escaped my lips, and I reached outward, holding onto the edge of the table as his body pounded mine into the wood.

“Yes!” The word was almost indecipherable as it left my lips.

“You’re teasing me, little dove.”

His hand splayed across my stomach as his thumb pressed down on my clit, swirling small, firm circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves. My thighs shook as he flashed a triumphant grin. I felt the tight coil inside my core reach its zenith and knew I would come. Hard.

“Scream my name when you orgasm, Lark. I want the entire clubhouse to hear who owns this greedy pussy.”

The words didn’t sound like a man who only wanted one night between my thighs. I didn’t say a word because as much as I agreed to it, I wasn’t satisfied yet. I didn’t think I would have nearly enough of him after just one night. Even when that dam inside me burst, and I flooded his dick, wailing out my climax loud enough to let the entire world know as I quivered and bucked my hips, I held onto Flint and allowed my heart to feel something that I hadn’t in a long time.

Something sweet and genuine.

Maybe it made all the difference because I gave myself freely and with enthusiasm.

“Fuck yeah!” he shouted, pumping faster as he leaned down and captured my wrists, holding them above my head as his lower body pistoned, his thrusts nearly punishing in their rhythm. I was half out of it, basking in the pleasure that filled me in every way. There was something primitive and downright addicting about the way he held me and took what he wanted, gripping my body with a possession that belied his words. His hands were rough in their eagerness to claim my body, but not in a way that harmed me. He wasn’t a selfish lover. After all, I’d already soaked the both of us with my own release.

With a roar, he filled me, my name on his lips in a reverent whisper. I held onto him as he pumped a few more times and then collapsed, his forehead lowering to mine as he panted, drawing air into his lungs as his heart hammered in his ribcage.

We lay there intertwined, my legs wrapped around his naked ass while he pressed kisses down my temple, and his hot breath fanned across my neck. His affection surprised me. I expected him to pull out and leave my body instantly as soon as he finished.

He didn’t.

We both shuddered as he turned his head to kiss my lips. Not just any kiss. It oozed promise.

This wouldn’t be the last time his cock was inside me.

“Fuck, Lark.”

“Is that good?” I teased, sliding my fingers through his thick hair.

“Yeah, darlin’. It’s fuckin’ good.”

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