Page 6 of Sinful Skulls (Rebel Skull MC #9)

Chapter Six

Daisy

M y bravado flees the minute we step into the bedroom.

Brody takes the lead and begins to light the candles I’ve strategically left around the room. I stand in the middle of it awkwardly with my arms wrapped around my waist. He keeps his eyes on me like one would a skittish horse.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” he assures me. “But I’m going to need another confirmation that this is what you want.”

“It is.”

Once the candles are lit, he shuts off the light and closes the bedroom door.

“Since this is your first time, we’re going to keep this pretty vanilla.”

“But …”

He holds up his hands. “No. This is a hard limit for me. Like I said, I don’t want to hurt you. I promise you’ll thank me for this tomorrow. Besides, anything more than vanilla requires a conversation we don’t have time for. You’ve got a long day ahead of you, remember?”

I nod. He’s right. “Okay. I trust you.”

His face lights up with a smile. “Vanilla doesn’t mean it’s not going to be good.”

My face turns bright pink, and I drop my head.

He moves closer and begins to circle me. “I’ll take the lead, but I want you to listen to your body. Do what feels natural. If at any time you want me to stop, or don’t like something I’m doing, you tell me. I won’t be offended. We all have likes and dislikes.”

I take a deep breath, trying to slow the racing of my heart.

“Good girl,” he praises from behind me, his fingers slipping under the straps on my sundress.

He pushes it down my body, leaving it in a puddle at my feet. I shiver as he dips his head and places a kiss to the curve between my neck and shoulder. My bra loosens at my back, and he helps it slip off of my arms.

It takes a lot to keep my arms at my side, but I manage. I focus on the warmth of his body.

His hands rest on my stomach, and he rocks us back and forth for a few seconds, letting me get used to his touch. Slowly they begin to move higher, and when he cups my breasts, my entire body begins to feel heavy.

I let out a little sigh, relaxing against him. He tweaks my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, and it feels so good it brings tears to my eyes. They’ve been aching for his touch since I first saw him on the beach.

He pushes my hair away from my neck and begins to place light kisses there. They become hungrier, and he alternates between kissing and licks. One of his hand rests on my abdomen, the other teases at the top of my panties.

He’s making my entire body tingle with new sensations.

My breath catches in my throat, and I drop my gaze to watch his hand disappear beneath the silk. Oh fuck. My legs begin to shake as I watch his big hand move beneath the material.

He hums near my ear. “I think my little flower likes my hands on her.”

His voice makes my stomach flip. I didn’t think he’d get me worked up so quickly. I’m slowly losing control of my body. My head falls back against his chest, and I close my eyes. He’s basically holding me upright.

His hand moves at a slow and rhythmic pace, but I notice the tip of his middle finger dips into me from time to time. I try to brace myself for it, but I can’t predict his movements. Each time it happens it penetrates deeper and deeper.

He reaches up with his free hand and wraps it around my neck, tipping my head back, and then he bends forward and kisses me. His tongue is everywhere in my mouth, sometimes reaching clear to the back of my throat.

When two fingers slide inside me, I groan into his mouth. He swallows it, echoing the sound back to me.

The sounds. Oh my god. The noises being retched from my body are wet and crude. It embarrassingly excites me even more.

He pulls his face away from me but just a few inches. My mouth falls open as a third finger slips into me. I rise on my toes, but I don’t stop him. The look on his face alone makes me want to submit to whatever this man wants.

His pupils dilate, and he growls before rewarding me with another kiss.

Oh. Oh. Shit. I’m going to come.

How he knows is a mystery to me, but he pulls his face from mine so he can watch. “Come. Come right now,” he orders, his fingers tightening around my throat.

“Oh fuck!” I yell, my body convulsing against his.

When he releases me, I gasp for breath, feeling more than a little lightheaded. His strong arms scoop me up, and he lays me on the bed. I’m struggling to catch my breath as little tremors ripple along my skin.

He crawls between my legs and slides my panties off; his eyes focused on mine. “I’m going to lick every drop of cum from your perfect pussy.”

That’s the only warning I get before he drops to the mattress between my legs. He shoves my knees apart with his big hands, exposing me fully to him. My back arches off the bed the minute his mouth lands on me.

“Oh fuck, Brody.” I try to wiggle away from him.

“I want you good and wet for me,” he mumbles, holding me still. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

He kisses my thigh, giving me a chance to regain my composure, and then he begins again.

Why did I wait so long for this? It’s amazing. But I know that it might not be this way with just anyone. It’s him. It’s because I trust him.

“Keep those legs open,” he warns, removing his hands from my knees. One presses right above my pelvic bone, the other pinches my clit, and his sinful tongue fills me.

“Brody, fuck. Oh god. Oh my god.”

Every one of my muscles seizes, and I swear my soul leaves my body.

Stars break out at the edges of my vision, and for a brief moment I wonder if I actually might be having a seizure. I’m boneless as I watch him start to undress himself.

Oh, holy hell, I should have drawn up my will before this. He’s too much.

Brody’s face is serious. His muscles taught. His fucking dick bigger than I thought one could possibly be.

He grabs a condom out of his pocket before tossing his jeans to the floor.

He carries it between his teeth as he climbs up my body.

He rises to his knees, and takes my hand, showing me exactly how he wants to be touched.

He leaves me to it while he bites the package open.

When he has it out, he bats my hand away and grabs his dick, squeezing himself painfully.

The hiss he makes has me trying to press my legs together, but his body prevents it. I watch as he rolls the condom on, and then he lowers himself on top of me.

“You good?” he asks, brushing my hair behind my ears. His dick slowly slides over me, and I press my head into the pillow, nodding.

“You’re running out of time to back out,” he rasps, and I can see he’s struggling to hold on.

“Never,” I whisper. “Do it.”

I drown in the galaxy of his eyes as the tip of him begins to slide into me. He pulls out and rubs his heavy cock over my clit before bringing it back to my entrance.

I find myself climbing higher and higher as he stokes an invisible fire. Each time he enters me, he pushes in a little farther. The stretch is fucking insane. I’m not going to lie, it hurts, but it also feels good.

His eyes never leave mine. He’s watching me closely.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he groans, and this time, he doesn’t pull out. He keeps a steady pressure, pushing on. His eyes roll back in his head, and I derive great pleasure from that one simple gesture.

The burn is incredible as he begins to thrust in and out of me. When he bumps against my cervix, I cry out, and he holds my face in his hands. “You’re doing so good,” he praises, not slowing his pace. He wipes tears from my eyes with his thumbs. “I’m almost there.”

His body tenses, and his cock somehow feels like it’s getting bigger. Could that be?

He presses his face in the crook of my neck and roars. The sound of his release sends me over the moon.

I’m afraid Brody was right.

He’s ruined me.