Page 122 of Lawless Rivals

The second I’m naked, he drags off his holster, tears his T-shirt over his head, revealing hard inked muscle.

After his belt buckle clangs open, I push his jeans to his ankles, urgency bubbling in my veins when his full, hard cock bobs against his abdomen.

He doesn’t give me time to touch it, lifting me clean off the floor and carrying me across the cabin.

My ass meets the cool kitchen table when he sets me on the edge and forces me onto my back with a hand to my chest.

“This is how it should be,” he rasps, voice dark and filthy as he drags two thick fingers through my soaked folds. “You. Naked. Wet. And your greedy little cunt begging me to fill it.”

I moan as he pushes two fingers in deep, curling them hard against that spot that makes my toes curl.

“Say it,” he demands, leaning over me, teeth grazing my nipples. “Tell me you need my cock more than ya need to go home.”

“I do… I need you.” I gasp, hips rolling against his hand. “Please… I need you inside me before I⁠—”

“I’ll fuck you so deep you’ll feel me for days. You’re not leaving until I’ve ruined ya for anyone else.”

He pulls his fingers out, lines up the thick head of his cock, and pushes in with one devastatingly slow thrust. The stretch is intense, burning so good I cry out, my thighs coming up to my chest.

“You feel that?” he growls, voice rough with restraint. “My cock throbbing inside ya? This is exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

He moves with long, powerful strokes that drag against every sensitive nerve, slow enough to feel every thick inch pulling out and slamming back in.

“I fucking love knowing you’ll stand before your da later with my cum inside you. You’ll remember who fucked ya…who you really belong to.”

The table creaks beneath us. I cling to his shoulders, gasping into his neck as the ache coils tighter and tighter.

He grips my jaw, forcing my eyes to his.

“Look at me while I take ya.” He kisses me. “You hate how much you need it, don’t ya? And you love knowing how you’ve tested me this whole time.”

His pace stays controlled until my vision sparks and my inner walls clamp around him. I’m lost in the sensation, infatuated and terrified by how much I crave our connection.

He leans closer, tugging my lower lip before soothing it with his tongue.

“Come on my cock, Keira Harrington. Let me hear you fall apart for me…because the second you leave, we both know we’ll be counting the minutes until I fuck ya again.”

The slow, relentless drag of him inside me pushes me to the edge.

“Fuck yeah,” he growls low against my throat, voice ragged. “You’re so fucking close—I can sense it. Come all over my cock. Fucking claim it.”

I can only whimper, eyes fluttering shut as the pressure builds in my core.

“Look at me,” he demands, gripping my jaw. “Eyes right here when you come.”

The intensity in his dark green eyes, the raw need, the possession, shatters me. My orgasm crashes through me, and a broken cry tears from my lips.

My body bows against him, thighs locking tight, heels digging into his ass.

“Fuck—that’s my girl,” he groans, voice breaking. “Squeezing me so goddamn tight—shit⁠—”

He drives all the way in one last time and stays there, hips grinding against mine as he comes hard, thick pulses of heat flooding me.

His cock throbs inside my spasming walls, filling me while we ride it out together, foreheads pressed, breaths mingling in harsh pants.

He stays still, his cock twitching with aftershocks, my pussy fluttering around him as we both breathe hard.

The second my body relaxes, he leans in and kisses me. I melt into the slowness of it, my chest aching because I don’t want this to end.