Page 16

“Oh, it will fit, baby,” he says moving my panties aside, his knuckle grazing my swollen clit and I whimper.

“So wet for me already. I think you like me touching you, Madalyn. I think you like the idea of me and some other guy touching you, making you come on our cocks, then you watching as I fuck him.” My eyes widen at his depiction of what he thinks I would like.

“Tell me.” He grunts, pressing his thumb against my clit.

“Yes,” I cry. “Shit, that feels good.”

He slips a finger inside of me, then another and pumps slowly at first, then he picks up the pace. I whimper his name, panting as my climax grows closer with each thrust of his digits.

My fingers dig into his shoulders, his leather cut feeling cool under my fingertips.

“You are overdressed, Kohen.” I pant.

He withdraws his fingers, then sits forward to remove his cut, setting it on the back of the sofa. I can see the respect he shows the item of clothing that belongs to the club, showing his pride and loyalty to the Rugged Skulls.

Next comes his T-shirt, which he grips the back of, pulling it off, and his biceps bulge at the movement, making my mouth water at the sight of him.

Smooth, tanned skin covers big muscles, and abs for fucking days.

There is a slight splattering of hair between his pecs and the sexy line that slips below his belly button, leading to the part of his body I want to ride.

What the hell? I do not think like this, or even act like this.

His hips lift off the cushion so he can push his jeans further down his legs, showing me the tops of his powerful thighs. My hands meet his chest, my fingertips flexing over the short hairs, and his nipples peak, drawing my attention to them.

My hands slide across his skin, my thumbs rubbing back and forth over the little peaks, causing Kohen to hiss, and his hips buck.

“You need to fucking ride my cock, baby. I want to feel your tight pussy clamp down on me as you come, screaming my name.”

“Condom,” I beg, my voice not sounding like my own.

He nods, reaching with one hand into his pants pocket and pulling out his wallet. Once he has the condom, he rips it open using his teeth and I bite my lip at the sight of his savageness. Shit, is that a word?

My mind is foggy and all it seems to see is Kohen beneath me with his thick cock that is seconds away from being buried inside of me.

His large hands slide the latex cover over his shaft and I whimper at the sight.

“Climb, on Mads.” With my skirt still hiked up around my waist, I rise up, inching forward.

His hands rest on my thighs, the calluses rough against my skin, making me tremble.

Bringing my head up, my gaze meets his, but he is looking down at where we are about to be connected.

“Fuck, that is sexy.” He hums when I line myself up over him and hover there for a split second.

His gaze snaps to mine, making me grin. Heat radiates off him, dark eyes bore into mine, and I feel this intense connection between us. I can’t put my finger on it, but right now I push the thoughts back and slowly sink down.

“Fucking minx. Love it.” He winks.

Kohen hands tighten on my thighs, before moving up and down in a soothing action. I whimper at being stretched by him, taking him inch by inch into my body, loving how much he fills me to the hilt.

“See, I was made for you, baby.” His deep voice is thrilling, and my body loves the sound of it.

“God, you feel so good, Kohen.”

“Then fucking move, Mads.” On his command, I move my hips.

I slide up and down his thick cock, letting the feeling of being filled wash over me. He is the biggest I have ever taken, and shit, it feels good to be this full.

Reaching back, I arch my back, resting my hands on his knees to rock my hips faster and bring us both what we want.

“Fuck, yeah,” he growls.

His hands slide from my thighs over my skirt, his palms spanning the whole of my lower back, holding me so that I do not fall off of him as I arch into the sensation of riding him.

“Fuck me, you’re looking like a fucking goddess, Madalyn.”

There is something erotic about the way we are fucking: His hands on me, the sounds of us panting, breathing heavy while both chasing an orgasm.

He leans forward still holding me, latching his mouth onto my nipple and I cry out. Lost in the sensation of his hot mouth sucking, nipping at my nipple.

Sitting up straight, my hands go to the back of his head, fingers sinking into his hair. He toys with my breasts, tugging, sucking, and biting, making me gasp and writhe around like a fucking mess.

“God, you are so fucking wet. Come for me, Mads.”

Pulling his head back he kisses me, his tongue delving into my mouth, muffling my moans of pleasure. Slipping his hands between us, Kohen’s thumb finds my clit, then he add pressure, igniting my orgasm.

“Kohen,” I whisper on a throaty moan.

“Oh, fuck, strangle my cock. Milk it, baby. Make it happen, baby. Shit.” He thrusts up into me, wave after wave of ecstasy rippling through me.

Then he is coming on a growl that comes from deep within him, making me shiver. I cling to him, my arms locked around his head, as we both come down from our high.

We are skin to skin, sweat covering us, while we catch our breaths. I flex my fingers; they are stiff from how hard I locked them together.

“Shit, I knew it would be good with you.” His voice is muffled from his face being smothered in my neck.

“Yeah,” is all I can say.

Words fail me as I catch my breath and all rational thoughts come flooding back. My face heats with embarrassment because I do not act like this. It is Darian who sleeps carefree with random men.

I am the straight-laced one who wants marriage and kids, the whole white picket fence fantasy.

Shit, what am I going to do?