Page 43 of Renegade
He smiles then, a slow and wicked smile that has every nerve ending vibrating with anticipation, then spins me around and shoves me down onto the bed. He’s on top of me in an instant, supporting his weight with his arms as he devours my flesh, kissing and biting the back of my neck, nipping my side and then sinking his teeth into my ass until I scream. I want him furiously, madly, without any sanity. His hands are insistent as they drag me back to the edge of the bed and he slips his cock into me from behind. It feels different this way. He thrusts into me hard and fast, and this time it’s his cock rubbing against my G-spot. It’s like his own secret pleasure button, guaranteed to drive me out of my fucking mind.
His hand is on the back of my head, pressing my face into the mattress as he fucks me hard and fast.
“I know what you need,” he growls in my ear.
“You. Do?” The two words come out separately, grunts punctuated by his hard thrusts. I’m so wet I can hear the squelch as his big cock slides in and out of me.
“Oh, yeah, baby. You need a man who fucks you like you need to be fucked, don’t you? You want to be owned, don’t you, sweetheart?”
Oh, God. He could make me come with his dirty-talking mouth alone. He pulls my ass up higher so he can penetrate me more deeply, telling me all the dark and depraved things he’s going to do to me. If I were a different kind of girl, I’d be afraid. But I’m not, and I love it. I love him. And I trust him not to hurt me. I’ve always wanted a guy who didn’t handle me with kid gloves, who wasn’t afraid to use me and take what he wanted, but it’s even hotter when that guy is Walker. Maybe it’s because deep down inside, I know he would do anything to protect me and keep me from being hurt, that he will always keep a tight enough hold on the reins. The fact that he can become someone tougher and fiercer with me in the heat of the moment makes the transformation even hotter.
“Your pussy is mine, sweetheart. You feel how it hugs my cock? You were made for me. Made to be filled and used by me.”
The headboard is whacking against the wall, he’s fucking me so hard. My hands are fisted in the sheets and I bite the comforter, trying not to make too much noise. But apparently he wants to hear me, because he drags my head up by my hair again.
“I want to hear you scream, baby. Tell me how you like it.”
“I love your cock. Give it to me faster, deeper, harder.”
He complies, pumping into me until I hover on the edge, every muscle in my body tightening with the anticipation of release. Without warning, he withdraws and lies on his back, pulling me on top of him.Noooo!I feel the loss of him inside me keenly. Before I can protest, he grabs my hips, lifts me slightly, and slams me down on top of his cock.Ahh!I close my eyes in sheer relief and at the pleasure of his cock filling me again. “Ride me, sweetheart. I want to see your face when you come with me inside you.”
His hands are on my ass, guiding me up and down as I ride his cock. It’s still rough and hard, the way I like it, but something’s changed. There’s a profound intimacy in the moment that I don’t quite understand.
He reaches between us where our bodies are joined and plays with my clit, making small circles as my thighs clench around him, trying to take him deeper each time I impale myself on him.
“Oh.” My head falls back at the sheer intensity of the feelings he creates.
“Nuh-uh.” I respond to his command instinctively, my head snapping forward as my eyes meet his. “Look at me. I want to watch you come.”
He holds my gaze, and time stops as I’m caught in this one powerful and perfect moment, staring into the fathomless eyes of the man I love while his cock fills me and his finger takes me to the edge of an abyss so deep and so dark, I’m afraid I might get lost in it forever. He moves his hand from beneath my ass to twine his fingers with mine, and I realize that no matter how deep the void, Walker will never let me fall. We are tethered together by an unbreakable bond. He will always be there to save me. A deepyearning fills me until I think I’m going to burst, but Walker doesn’t let go. I feel like I’m caught in a tsunami of need, and the wave grows higher and higher, carrying me with it to the crest. Then it breaks and I plummet into the deep, the pleasure rippling through my body. He holds me as I ride the storm and I can feel him come, his cock throbbing inside me as he lets out the cry of a warrior.
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I wake up to an empty bed, and for a minute, I wonder if I imagined every mind-blowing minute of last night. But there’s a tenderness between my legs, a pleasant ache throughout my entire body, and faint bruises on my inner thigh and stomach. I sigh with relief. It wasn’t a dream.
The hotel door opens, and Walker walks in carrying two disposable cups with steam rising from them. Speak of the devil. And he does look like the devil, or maybe the devil’s cocky younger brother. He’s wearing jeans that hug his ass and a T-shirt that reveals his powerful forearms, and memories of those arms banded around me, holding me still as he fucked me like I was his, banish every other thought. For once in my life, I’m tongue-tied. What do you say to the man who just gave you the best sex of your life when you’re not supposed to have feelings for him?
I settle for “hi.”
He flashes me the full wattage of his smile. That is not helping.
“Hi, yourself. I didn’t wake you; I thought you might need the sleep.” I blush at his words. There is no exhausted like six orgasms exhausted. Or was it seven? “I brought coffee.”
“God bless.” I push myself to a sitting poison, suddenly self-conscious about how I must look. I try to smooth my hair, but my fingers immediately tangle in a knot and I can tell it’s just-been-fucked hair at its worst.
He sits down on the bed next to me and hands me one of the cups, simultaneously brushing my hair back from my face with a tenderness that slays me.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod. “More than okay. What took us so long to do that?”
He smiles at me, and I feel like sunshine is shooting through my veins. “I’d say we should do it again, but we have to get back to San Francisco. Our meeting with Dr. Morris’s family is this afternoon.” He pauses for a second, and then says, “You still game for the club tomorrow?”
“Of course! Did you think I wouldn’t be? You can’t scare me away that easily.”
He smiles again. “No, sweetheart. I can’t, can I? I think I underestimated you. I have a feeling we’ve only scratched the surface.”
