Never Have an Outlaw's Baby: Deadly Pistols MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (6 page)

If this was a warm up, then it worked. I was hotter than the summer sun, taught and limber, ready to do anything and everything to feel him deep inside me.

Growling, he tightened his teeth around my nipple, quickening his tongue strokes. He used the way I melted, surrendering totally, to push me flat underneath him again.

He sucked and lashed each breast until I couldn't think. My brain shut down, lost in this delight, my body rising and falling and always asking for more, more,
more.

I squirmed underneath him, wide eyed, caressing my hands up his back like scaling small mountains.

His legs pushed between mine. He rubbed the hard, needy bulge in his jeans against the wet, tender skin he'd just tormented so deliciously.

“This is really it, isn't it?” I whispered, more to myself than him.

“Summertime, you've got no fuckin' clue. I'm gonna teach you everything a woman your age oughta know about her own sweet body by now. First things first – shut up and taste yourself on these lips.”

He kissed me, forcing another growl into my mouth. His tongue swept over mine, more possessive than before, and that was saying something. His lips moved like a firestorm, scorching every millimeter, taking what they wanted.

So hard, so swift, so sweet.

Joker pressed me into the earth, dry humping me with rougher strokes, making my wetness soak into his pants. I'd never been so thankful for the cool bed of grass below us, or the soft breeze caressing my skin.

If it wasn't for that, I was sure we would've burned alive.

“You on the damned pill?” he growled, his fingers tangled through my hair when he jerked my face away from his.

Desperately, I nodded, my hips still bucking, rising to meet his, begging.

“Good. 'Cause I'd have taken you raw even if you weren't, beautiful. Nothing's too good for this pussy but skin-on-skin.”

He lifted himself up and I watched him roll his shoulders. His cut came off. He lifted his t-shirt, taking away everything with the violent skulls and smoking pistols.

There were plenty more waiting on his skin. Dark, jagged inks rolled down his rock hard chest and tight packed abs, the one I'd caressed all evening on the back of his bike. The Pistols' skull leered at me, a strange dance between beauty and death, everything that was quintessentially Joker painted on his magnificent body.

I never thought my first time would be with someone like him, looking like a pirate.

But there he was, on top of me, larger than life. I watched as his belt buckle came loose, slapping gently on his jeans.

He shuffled out of his denim and hooked his thumbs below his boxer's waistband, wearing the most arrogant smile I'd ever seen on his face. Then they were down too, and I saw what he'd been hiding.

I gasped when I saw the little silver bullet gleaming on top of his huge, throbbing manhood.

“Is that –“

“Fuck yeah it is, baby, and you're gonna moan yourself hoarse when you feel what it does to you,” he said, fisting his cock in one tight hand. “Just got it last year. Precision made to stroke your little pussy 'til it creams, screams, and creams some more. It hits all the right buttons and then some. Don't start drooling before you feel it...”

Asshole.
Who did he think he was? Really?

Apparently, the man who was about to fuck me out of this universe.

Leaning up, I slapped his chest, and he caught both my hands. We tumbled down into the grasses again together, him wrestling his way between my legs, pushing the angry, pierced head of his cock against my opening.

He held his length there, wedged between my folds, teasing me as he shoved my hands over my head.

No going back now.

Hell, I couldn't even think about it, feeling the burn, the ache, the agony rising in my core. Muscles I didn't know I had tensed, whining to be fucked like never before.

“This fuckin' cherry...mine,” he growled, angling himself up, cocking his hips backward like a trigger on a gun. “Your lips, your tits, your whole fuckin' body...you guessed it, babe.
Mine.
”

As soon as he said it, his hips punched forward, pulling him into me. I jerked underneath him, overwhelmed by the sudden sensation of him invading, stretching, pulling me apart.

Pleasure mingled with the slight discomfort. Something tore the deeper he went, snaking to my womb, claiming everything he'd promised. My pussy tingled, hotter than ever, struggling to adjust to his huge size.

When he'd gotten as far as he could, he stopped, holding himself in. Both of us stared at each other, our chests rising and falling, taking as much of the coolness into our lungs as we could so we wouldn't combust from our inner heat.

“Fuck, you're tight. Roll with it, baby girl. Feel me fuck you every time I dig in and out, and you fuck back. This is the best fuckin' night of your life, and I'm gonna make damned well sure you remember every smokin' second.”

Lofty promises that could've put the devil himself to shame. The evil skull on his chest with the smoking guns next to it seemed to agree, grinning wide.

This cocky biker bastard and his promises.

I should've known by now he'd make good on every single one of them. His hips rolled, and I watched his big slab of a chest swell as he inhaled new breath.

Joker's cock dipped back before pushing into me again. Then it happened again.

Again.

Again!

Each thrust a little harder, a little more strewn with his hot, thick breath warming my face.

He dipped his head and kissed me. We twined tongues while the fire in my body rose with every stroke.

He rocked me like the machine he was, completely built for this, made for fucking a woman's body into full submission.

And God, did I surrender to it all.

I gave it up, gave him everything, moaning while my greedy pussy tightened around his cock. My body wanted to pull him deeper, feel him explode inside me.

We rocked, sweated, and gasped in between fresh kisses on the grassy hill. Even the coolness underneath my back couldn't quell the heat now.

It came ripping through my veins like liquid fire, calling for release, turning my muscles to stones one thrust at a time. I bucked desperately into his hips, fighting through the initial hurt in my body.

His thrusts turned pain to pure pleasure like coal turning to diamond. I was the anvil, and he was the hammer, his huge, beautiful body slamming into mine until every part of me glowed and ached.

A minute later, I had my hands around his neck, tightening my legs around his back. He was fucking me so hard and fast it should've hurt. His thick balls punched my ass each time he drove into me, quickening the staccato rhythm between us.

My mouth opened a little bit at a time, too full of shock and awe to brace for his kisses. He must've sensed what was happening. He stopped mid-stroke to reposition us, raising himself up, throwing my trembling legs over his shoulders.

When he drove into me again, that fiery itch I'd had rising erupted into lava.

Sweet. Merciful. Fuck.

Pleasure couldn't describe the ecstasy tearing through me anymore. His body swept mine up and crashed into me again, smothering me with pleasure, igniting every nerve I had with a delicate, needy sweetness that hit my brain in a fireball.

The flame building in my belly exploded.

Yes, yes, shit yes!

My mouth formed a perfect circle while I clenched him with everything I had.

My hands, my feet, my poor little pussy, totally overwhelmed with every thrust...every part of me, I wanted tangled up with him, so lost in his body that I couldn't find where mine ended and his began.

His stamina was relentless. I expected him to slow, to crash, to climax with me, like two great waves crashing together.

Instead, he fucked me straight through my climax, smashing his mouth down on mine and pushing his body faster.

Yes, faster.
I lost my mind, feeling him spiking in and out of me, pounding my hips into the soft, sweet earth.

Halfway through it, I bit into his bottom lip, desperate to keep breathing as his earthquake shook me apart.

His fist pulled angrily at my hair. “You're fuckin' lucky I love those little teeth, Summertime. Next time you do that shit, you better draw blood. I'll fuck you even harder when you do.”

Harder?
Harder?!

Was he out of his mind? When his hips sped up again, I knew he wasn't.

My legs could barely stay tangled around him as he pistoned his hips full throttle.

Joker fucked me into the ground. My hips slid against the earth, tearing up the grass, consumed with the pleasure swallowing me whole.

Bastard.
Even during sex, I wanted to keep fighting him. I couldn't let go of the love-hate insta-connection we had.

Nothing – not even this mind blowing sex – could wipe away three years of mixed emotions in one go.

And so, I held on tight, fucking him back as hard as I could. When he kissed me, I returned it like a whore, throwing off the shy, virgin shackles that ruled me for so long.

He wanted teeth? I let him have them.

I bit his lip so hard I tasted a metal. He growled like an animal into my mouth, fisted my hair, and pushed both our heads to the ground. The leverage only got his cock inside me deeper, like a railroad spike slamming through steel.

God, that piercing on the tip of his cock, I could
really
feel it now. The soft, silvery little bullet attached to him caressed me from the inside out; hot, tingling, and magnificent.

My nails racked his back. He grunted each time he thrust, all the way to my womb, shaking me with all the force his hips had.

“The fuck's gotten into you?” he whispered, tearing his face away from me so I could see that tiny cut I'd left on his bottom lip. “You wanna play rough, Summertime? You
sure
you wanna fuckin' do that?”

“You know I do,” I said, speaking through the lightning coming quicker in my body. “If that's what it takes to make you come with me this time...”

“Fuck,” he growled. “Fuck!”

Next thing I knew, he'd pulled out, flipping me over like a tornado.

He pushed his palm on my back and grabbed my hair, causing me to arch onto all fours. His palm cracked across my ass before he pushed inside me again, snarling as he did, my hair more tangled than ever in his hand.

“Fuck me like the greedy little bitch you are,” he said, his voice as rough as his hips crashing into mine. “Fuck me. Make me come. Show me what you've got, Summertime, or I'm gonna tan this little ass 'til you can't sit for a fuckin' week.”

God!
The savage threat ruined me.

Orgasm rose up and lodged in my belly, stretching to my throat. I dug my fingers into the ground for precious support and rocked my knees as fast as I could, slamming my ass into his pubic bone, fucking and grinding him like I'd lost it for good.

Hell, maybe I had.

Good girls didn't fuck like this.

Virgins never did.

They didn't give into all the filthy, nasty things they'd read in dirty books and fantasized about when the man they desired stepped into their dreams.

They didn't surrender this easy, this crazy to a man who'd use them as nothing more than another notch in his bedpost.

But out here on the grassy hill, with his pierced cock wrecking my better senses,
nothing
was off the table.

I became someone else underneath him. And after all the bad news I've lived through these past three years, I loved it.

I let it happen.

Panting like a mad woman, I started growling too, thrashing with my hair in his fist every time he filled me with his cock.

“Fill me,” I said, barely recognizing my own voice through the chokehold pleasure had on my neck. “I want to feel you come. Do it, goddamn you!”

“What the fuck did you just say?” he whispered, slowing his strokes just enough to leave me on the edge, burning up.

“You. Heard. Me.”

“Yeah,” he said, making his thrusts slower, shallower, his free hand reaching between my legs. “Maybe I did, babe. Maybe I fuckin' did. Maybe you're about to get shot so full I knock your pussy up.”

Damn! Why did he say that?

His thumb found my clit and my entire body seized. His fist jerked
hard,
pulling my face up to the open sky, where I saw the stars above us becoming bright and thick as a blizzard.

“Joker! Jackson! Holy hell!”

Never knew how I managed to sputter through the blinding pleasure picking up and slamming me back down again. I barely felt Joker's thumb brushing my clit anymore, but I knew it was there from the shocks exploding in my body.

His insane talk about knocking me up, that had to be fantasy. But in the heat of the moment, my body didn't know that. I gave in, and let him ravish me, anyway he wanted.

He fucked me fierce.

He fucked me rough.

He fucked me until I came crashing down, wrapped around his cock, panting his name through clenched teeth.

I didn't think it could get any hotter. But then he came.

Oh, God. Shit.

The bastard buried himself to the hilt and roared, lifting my face to his with my hair locked in his stern fist. His lips touched mine the second he swelled inside me. He sucked every last desperate sound from my body when he erupted.

“Fuck, little Summer, I'm coming! Spilling the whole fuckin' load inside you!”

Fire.
Hot and brilliant and intense as the stars spinning above us poured into me.

My pussy clenched and convulsed all over again.

Locked together, we thrashed and bucked and came.

Kissing and biting. Gasping for air. Calling each other's names in guttural, scratchy voices so wracked with pleasure they were barely coherent.

But my body understood with every shallow stroke he made inside me while he emptied his balls.

I finally understood what this was really all about as his seed leaked into me, flooded me, filled me so full I could feel him pouring out the crevices in our flesh.

He fucked me so hard I tilted my hips, giving up one last round of bliss, before we both collapsed, exhausted and overflowing.