Page 9 of The Biker’s Savage Desire (Chaos Brothers MC #4)

Red

She melts into me like she’s been aching for it. Like maybe she’s been waiting for someone to hold her this way and actually mean it. Maybe I’ve been waiting too.

I wrap my arms around her curved frame and pull her close, breathing in the sweet scent on her skin, so soft and perfect. “If that asshole fucks with you again,” I press a kiss on top of her head, “I swear to fuckin’ God, I’ll kill him.”

She doesn’t flinch. She just breathes warm and heavy against my chest, undoing all the shit that’s ever been done to me.

Fuck, this is gonna hurt when she leaves.

She should leave. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I suck with emotions, I don’t even know where to begin, and I’ve messed up enough good things to know what it feels like to let something precious get this close.

Her gaze lifts and meets mine softly in the bright afternoon light of the understated room. “What are we doing here, Red?”

It’s now or never.

“I don’t have a map for this. I’m sure there’s a certain number of days I’m supposed to wait to feel it or whatever…

but,” I pull her close, kissing her forehead, “I don’t wanna let you go, princess.

I want to take you back to that cabin, and I wanna hold you and chase you and make aprons for all the babies I want to give you.

I wanna make you feel wanted and I wanna keep you safe. Not for a few days, but forever.”

A tear streaks down her cheek, and she tips up on her toes as she lands a soft kiss against my lips. “I want that too.”

Something inside me shifts deep and low, like a dam finally cracking. I’ve been held back for far too long, kept the beast polite and civilized.

She wants me and I want her. Not only for tonight, but forever.

My hand grips the back of her neck, and I lean in. She gasps when our lips meet again, but this time I’m not gentle. I kiss her like I’m trying to leave fingerprints on her soul. Like I’ve been starving and only just realized she’s the thing I’ve been starving for.

There isn’t language for this feeling. There’s only an instinct, a want, a claim.

I need to make her mine, and I need to do it now!

I groan low and toss her back onto the bed. “Ass up, princess. You were naughty today.”

She grins the sweetest, hungriest smile, and bends into position. “Oh yeah? How was I bad?”

“Oh,” I drag the word, slow and wicked, “you left the room and gave that asshole ex your time. I didn’t like that.” I rub my palms together with a gritty whisper and pull back, landing my hand against her ass with a smack that ripples up her back.

Fuck!

She jumps and moans as though she’s craving more.

“I didn’t like that you gave him the time of day, princess. Do you know why?” I spank her round ass again, watching as red marks cover the places I’ve been.

My cock is hard, ready, aching to slide into her, take her cherry, and ruin her for every other man.

I palm over her soft crease and slide a finger in, gauging how wet and ready she is. “Oh, my little princess is a sloppy little mess.” I lean forward and kiss the small of her back then trail a line of kisses up her spine and onto the back of her neck. “Are you gonna let me fill you up, baby?”

She moans softly and rolls onto her back, staring up at me like she’d ride my cock into apocalyptic damnation.

Fuck!

“Yeah.” She thrusts upward, her soft curves pressing up against my thighs. “I want you to fill me up, Red. I need it! ”

I growl lowly and lean into her neck, scraping my teeth against her shoulder as I tear off her dress and nip her hard nipples.

She jumps and squirms beneath my touch like a throttle revving. I use the opportunity to move lower, tucking into her sweet little pussy with a heavy groan.

Fuck, she smells good, like leather left in the sun, smothered in berries. She’s slick and ripe, and with my tongue against her pulsing clit, I can feel how much she longs for me, how starved she is for touch.

It’s confirmed when her fingertips dig into my scalp with a rough moan, tugging at my hair as she thrusts against my tongue, moan after writhing moan escaping her lips.

I’m no longer human. I need to press inside of her. I need to know how she feels. I need her to strangle my cock while I fill her up and make her mine.

She draws in a shaky breath and whimpers as I lap at her clit like a starving animal. It’s not measured or pretty. It’s all out fucking feral, and I need more.

Her thighs shake against my cheeks as she arches off the bed and drives her face against my beard. “I’m gonna come. Oh my God… don’t stop!”

Fuck!

Holding her thick thighs beside my face, I slide two fingers in, and dig for her G-spot as she’s about to explode.

“Oh fuck!” she screams as she comes, waking up the last sleeping parts of me.

Damn, I don’t deserve this.

She’s so fucking perfect. Her thick thighs, the way she moans, the way she talks, the way she smells, the way her heart always wants to do the right thing, even if it gets us in trouble.

I thrust into her one final time as I lap up her salty-sweet juices. “Oh, princess…”

“Yeah?” she moans, her eyes closing heavy as her cheeks blush.

“Once I start, you’re mine. Understand?”

She nods and spreads her hips wide, inviting me into her hot, slick wetness.

My God.

I unbuckle my jeans and rub the tip of my cock at her entrance as she draws in a soft breath, staring up at me with those pretty green eyes that shine differently in every shade of light.

Slow would be the way to go. I’m sure of that.

This should be measured and romantic. I should touch her face and tell her my feelings.

I should mumble sweet nothings in her ear.

I should take my fucking time. I know all of this, and yet, the second the tip of my cock slides against her soft wet pussy, I’m done for.

I push into her without restraint, feeling the tight grip of her virgin pussy clamp down around me.

“Fuck… you’re tight, sweetheart. You okay?”

“Ooo…” Her eyes widen as though I’ve impaled her. “You’re huge. Really, really huge.”

“You want me to stop?”

Not sure I even could.

“No, just… go slow for a second.”

I thrust into her again, slower this time, as I wrap her up onto my lap and lean myself back on the ottoman near the window. I like this position better. I can see her pretty face easier when she’s on top, and I can let her move at her own speed.

“You’re okay, princess. Go slow if you need to.” My words come out in a series of low mumbles as I kiss her face, her neck, the lobes of her ears.

“Is this okay?” She bounces slowly on my hard cock, her soft, round tits rubbing up against my chest with every bounce. I swear to fucking God I’m going to explode.

This was a mistake. I thought I’d last longer this way.

I land my thumb against her clit and rub in small circles, hoping she gets another one out before I fill her creamy slit up, but I’m a weak man.

“You’re doing good, princess. Ride my cock like a good girl. Come on.” I thrust up into her without thought as I circle her slippery clit. “I’m getting deeper. Can you feel that?”

She moans under her breath, tipping her head back as her small hand weaves through the hair on my chest.

“Red,” she moans, “I’m gonna come.”

Her inner muscles twitch and tighten around my shaft, her pupils dilate, and her breath quickens.

It’s coming. “Good girl. Drain that pussy on my dick, baby. I need it.”

I drag in a deep breath, and I know it’s the last one I’m taking before I make this woman mine.

Gripping her hips tighter, I thrust upward, watching her soft body ripple and shake, her lips quiver, her eyes widen, her mouth drop open, her tits swing as I fill her to the brim.

Her moans get louder and louder as I call out her name.

“Fuck, I need this little princess pussy!”

“Fill me up, Red.” She claws at my chest as though she’s trying to hold steady without falling.

I thrust harder, holding her tight as she leans into my mouth and kisses me, her tongue tangling with mine in a deep passionate kiss as I fill her up with what’s left of me.

Every damn nerve in my body is like a current of ecstasy under my skin as I spread my seed inside of her.

She leans into my chest with a sigh, my cock still buried deep. “Oh my God…”

“Oh, honey,” I growl, “I thought I was going to ruin you, but damn… I think you ruined me. ”

“I liked ruining you,” she giggles, planting the sweetest kisses against my chest.

For once, I don’t think about what will happen tomorrow, where I’m supposed to be next, or where life is going from here. I just hold her close, breathe her in, and let the simple things happen.