Page 8 of Nitro (Redline Kings MC #3)

NITRO

T he second I shoved in, all the way to the hilt, her cry ripped through the garage, high and sharp, her back arching as I filled her.

She was tight, and the way she clenched around my shaft nearly sent me over the edge.

But there was something else—something that stopped me mid-thrust, freezing me in place with my cock buried balls deep inside her.

That clench. The resistance. The sharp edge of her cry.

Fuck.

Realization slammed through me like an explosion. She’d been untouched. Until now. Until me.

I should take it easy on her, avoid hurting her any more than I already have. But my vision tunneled, and a savage noise tore from my throat, half groan, half growl. Blood pounded in my ears as the truth detonated in my chest. No one else had ever been inside her. No one had touched what was mine.

I curled over her, bracing one hand on the bench near her head, the other gripping her thigh tightly enough to bruise.

“Fuck, baby.” My voice was a rasp of disbelief and possession. “I’m your first? No one’s had you before me? This sweet pussy was waiting for me all this time?”

Her nails dug into the workbench, lips parting, eyes wide and glassy. She didn’t answer, but she didn’t need to. Her body told me everything.

I growled low in her ear, my hips rolling.

“Feel that?” I muttered, my voice shredded. “That’s the only cock you’ll ever have sliding between these pretty thighs. No one else is ever getting this tight little pussy.”

“Yes.” Her needy whimper shredded what little restraint I had left.

I pulled back, then pushed in again. When she gushed around me, I picked up the pace. Brutal. Claiming.

“Mine. Fucking mine,” I snarled, every word punctuated by another ruthless thrust. Her breath hitched as her body tightened around me. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Take every inch.”

Her nails dug into the scarred wood as she cried out, freckles darkening across her shoulders as sweat dripped down her spine.

I caught her hips in both hands and set a pace meant to break—hard, hips grinding deep.

Savage fucking thrusts that made the bench rock and shriek across the concrete with the force of it, every slam echoing through the garage like a warning shot.

She tried to muffle her sounds, but I wasn’t having it.

“No,” I growled, slapping her ass once, sharp, making her yelp. “Let them hear it. I want the whole fucking place to know who’s inside you. Scream my name when you come on my cock so everyone knows who you belong to.”

In reality, I would’ve killed any motherfucker who heard my woman’s pleasure, but I wanted every cry, every whimper, every scream. And I wanted her to know who they were for.

“Torin!” she shouted. “Yes! Oh, yes!”

She bucked against me, wild, caught between pain and ecstasy, and I praised her for it. “That’s my sweet girl. Obeying, opening, giving me everything.”

I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. My hips snapped and my thighs slapped, sweat flying. I bent over her, biting her shoulder, breathing her in—salt, heat, and pure possession. Her tight little body milked me like her pussy had been built to lock down on me and only me.

She felt so hot and silky wrapped around me.

Fuck. So amazing. I’d never felt anything— oh shit .

That was when the thought hit. I wasn’t wearing a condom.

I was buried raw inside her, pumping deep, grinding where she needed it, and all I could think was how easy it would be to spill in her, knock her up, and make sure every damn man knew who she belonged to.

My hips slammed harder, deeper, feral now, my voice breaking low and filthy in her ear.

“You feel that? That’s me claiming you, baby. Filling you so deep you’ll never forget. Gonna fuck you full until you can’t even think of another man without dripping my come down your thighs.”

“Oh, Torin! Yes! Don’t stop!” Her strangled cry tore loose, her inner walls clamping like a vise, shivering on the edge of climax. I could feel it building, the moment she’d break.

Quickly, I withdrew and pulled her up, then spun her around and pushed her back down onto the bench before slamming back in, going deep enough for the tip of my dick to bump her cervix.

An image of Jana flashed in my mind. Naked except for a special leather vest, her stomach swollen and round… fuck!

Her whole body went tight, trembling under me, and then she shattered—green eyes squeezing shut and freckles flushed dark against sweat-damp skin as her scream ripped raw out of her throat. The sound detonated what little control I had left.

“Jana! Oh fuck, baby! Fuck!” The roar tore from my chest, savage and guttural, as I drove into the base and held there.

My cock jerked, pulsed, and spilled deep.

Hot and endless, like every ounce of restraint I’d bottled up since the second she walked into my world had been waiting for this moment to erupt inside her.

I kept her pinned flat to the bench, my chest molded to her chest, breath ragged against her neck, hips grinding shallow to make sure she took all of it. Her slick heat clutched me like she never wanted to let go, and I didn’t fucking plan on giving her the chance.

“Mine,” I snarled into her ear, teeth scraping her damp skin. “Say it—fucking mine.”

“Yours,” she gasped, voice shaking, broken by aftershocks, and it only made me rut harder, slower, forcing every last drop as deep as it could go.

“That’s it,” I groaned, biting down on her shoulder while my hips rolled, my cock still twitching inside her. “Squeeze me dry. Take every drop, baby. Every. Fucking. Drop.”

She sagged beneath me, but her body kept milking me. Greedy, perfect, and branded from the inside out.

I didn’t pull out. Couldn’t yet. Instead, I grabbed her hips and shifted us, hauling her upright and settling her into my lap, making sure my cock stayed buried deep where it belonged. She straddled me on the bench, legs spread over my thighs, her skin slick and hot against mine.

My chest heaved against hers, every rough breath pulling in her scent—something sweet and tantalizing underneath gasoline and shop dust. She was flushed, and her pretty freckles stood out.

Her hair was damp, strands of red sticking to her temples and down her neck.

And her lips were parted, gasping, like she was still trying to catch up with what the hell had just happened.

My cock flexed, and she mewled, making me smirk as I whispered in her ear. “No one else gets this. No one. It’ll only ever be me buried this deep inside you.”

Her thighs slid against my jeans, soft skin scraping denim, and the angle forced her body wide open for me.

I glanced down between us and nearly lost my sanity.

She was swollen, slick, and still hugging my shaft like her pussy had decided it couldn't let me go yet.

Our mixed come slid down my thighs, and the sight alone had a rumble vibrating low in my throat, my cock twitching as it started to harden again inside her.

“Look at you, baby,” I groaned. “Tight, swollen, dripping all over me. Swallowing my cock like it doesn’t want me to leave. This greedy pussy knows who it fucking belongs to.”

I cupped the back of her neck, pulled her forward, and crushed my mouth to hers. The kiss was filthy, tender, and desperate all at once—teeth clashing, lips sliding, both of us panting into each other. She tasted like the raw edge of surrender she’d just given me.

She matched me with short, desperate little gasps that spilled between us, nails biting into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks as her tongue tangled with mine. It was the kind of kiss that promised no matter how long I held her, it would never be enough.

And fuck if that didn’t make me kiss her harder.

Then she shifted in my lap restlessly, her thighs sliding against my jeans. The movement dragged her along my cock—already half-hard—and I swelled back to full thickness in seconds, blood pounding straight to the base until I was heavy, rigid, and straining inside her.

My hands bracketed her back, then slid down to cup her juicy ass, hauling her tighter against me.

The angle drove me in even more, every inch of me seated inside the slick heat of my woman’s pussy.

Her inner walls clenched down tight and unyielding, like a steel cable wrapped in velvet, squeezing so hard I saw a flash of white behind my eyes.

Like a detonation cord burning straight through my skull.

My head tipped back, eyes squeezing shut as a guttural sound ripped out of my throat.

She gasped at the shift, the sound high and sharp, and when my hips rolled up again, my cock drove against a spot inside her that made her whole body shudder in my lap.

Every breath felt molten, dragging through lungs that couldn’t get enough air.

My eyes opened, and I stared at Jana’s beautiful, ecstasy-filled face.

Her freckles stood out in stark constellations against her flushed cheeks, glowing brighter with every rise and fall of her body.

Strands of her red hair had come loose, sticking to her temples and floating around her face as she moved.

“Ride me, baby,” I demanded as I guided her movements, moving her harder, faster. “Move. Up and down. Good girl—let me watch those tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock.”

She rode me like she’d been born for it, thighs gripping, every downward thrust slamming me deeper and harder until her cries filled the bay, echoing off cinderblock and steel. Her tits danced, her nipples dragging across my chest, teasing and taunting me, driving me out of my mind.

I couldn’t resist the rosy tips. I ducked my head and caught one swollen peak in my mouth, sucking hard and rough, like I could drag sounds of her pleasure straight out of her chest. She gasped and arched into me, begging without words, and her whole body trembled around my cock, milking me deeper with every clench.

“Fuck, yeah,” I rasped against her, dragging the flat of my tongue over the bud before biting down just enough to make her yelp.

Her head fell back, hair flying wild, as her nails dug into my shoulders.

She shoved her chest up toward me like she couldn’t stand even an inch of space.

I rolled the other nipple between my fingers, tugging and twisting until her moans became ragged, desperate, her body trembling with every bounce.

I switched sides, latching onto the other breast, sucking until her back bowed and her hips faltered, grinding down clumsily and frantically.

“Such a good girl,” I muttered against her flesh, licking the peak until she shuddered. “Ride me and let me taste you. Let me own every sound coming out of your throat.”

Her whole body shook as I alternated—mouth on one, hand on the other, teasing, pinching, and dragging sounds out of her chest that were raw and wrecked.

Every cry vibrated against my tongue, and every gasp made her clench tighter around me.

Until I couldn’t tell anymore if I was fucking her or if she was fucking me.

“Oh, fuck yeah, baby,” I rasped, voice rough and jagged. My hands clamped her ass, guiding her rhythm, making sure she stayed exactly where I wanted her. “Grind that sweet pussy on my cock. Harder. Yeah, just like that—that’s it. Oh fuck, yeah. Oh fuck!”

Her nails bit into my shoulders as she followed my lead, hips rolling down and forward just the way I pushed her. My cock hit deep, perfect, and her gasp broke into a whimper that had me gritting my teeth.

“Just like that. Fucking perfect.” My growl was low and dangerous, but I praised her all the same. “Fuck yes, baby.”

Her arms locked tighter around my neck, dragging herself against me, clinging because she was just as gone as I was.

The praise lit her up—made her move harder, faster, abandoning every ounce of caution she’d clung to before.

She rode me with pure abandon now, a blur of wild thrusts and frantic grinds chasing the edge I was holding her over, giving herself to the rhythm I demanded.

Every rise and fall of her body on my dick pushed us both closer to the brink.

My hands clamped down on her hips, dragging her onto my cock harder and deeper. Until her cries turned to broken gasps of my name. Over and over, sharp little pleas that stripped what was left of my consciousness.

“Torin! Yes! Yes! Torin—” Her voice cracked on my name, and her body went tight around me, pussy clamping down, pulsing like it was trying to milk me dry.

I roared, and the sound ripped straight out of my chest as I drove up into her with everything I had left. My hips jerked, unforgiving, grinding her down onto me so I could feel every spasm, every desperate squeeze of her walls as I emptied inside her.

The world narrowed to heat, slick skin, and the wild tangle of her red hair whipped against my face as I continued to move her up and down on my shaft as she screamed her release.

I was gone right with her, lost in the savage, intimate wreck of it, undone at the same time, her trembling body locked tight against mine, nothing in existence except the two of us breaking apart together.

She sagged against me, all fire and defiance spent for now.

There was nothing left but the soft embrace of a woman clinging to me like I was the only solid thing in the world.

Her chest heaved against mine, every pant hot on my neck as I brushed my lips across her temple.

She shivered faintly at the touch, and I tightened my arms, locking her in, caging her against me because there was no fucking chance I was letting her drift an inch away.

I stayed buried inside her pussy, my cock still pulsing with the aftershocks and pushing tiny little bursts of come as if I had an endless supply to make sure I knocked her the fuck up. Her body still gripped me, tender and raw and perfect.

The garage was quiet except for the ragged pull of our breathing and the low hum of the fan overhead, pushing cool air across our heated bodies.

My hands spanned her back, broad and possessive, palms sliding against the damp line of her spine. She made a soft sound and curled closer.

Mine.

No other man was ever going to touch her. Not a single bastard who looked at her and thought they had a chance. Not even her father or her brother would get anywhere near her. She belonged to me now—fully, completely.