Harm's Way: Riot MC Biloxi Karen Renee (top non fiction books of all time .txt) 📖

a shrug. “Get a prospect to drive my ass in a cage if need be, but I’ll figure it out.”

My lips twisted with skepticism for a moment. “What is this? A brick sails through my bedroom window, and you decide we’re roommates with benefits?”

He shook his head. “We haven’t gotten to any benefits for me, baby.”

I bugged my eyes out at him.

He chuckled. “I don’t fuckin’ know, Steph, but I know I don’t have time to analyze this shit. It’s good, we’ll keep it going. It starts going bad, we’ll assess. In the meantime, I’m not analyzing shit and talking about feelings or other girlie bullshit.”

His finger traced the area where he’d sucked on my neck. I tried not to lean into the touch, but I failed.

“Come here, this needs filling in.”

“Don’t give me a hickey. Give me an orgasm instead.”

He cocked a brow at me. “Not a fan of being told what to do, Steph. But, I’m gonna damn well do both.”

He slid calloused hands under my shirt and pulled it off. I watched his chest puff with a deep breath, and he palmed both of my breasts. Jolts of electricity ran through my body with each swipe of his thumbs on my nipples.

His powerful frame twisted to plant me on my back. After tugging his shirt over his head, he lowered to kiss me, hard and rough. My panties were wet and my clit ached for attention. I spread my legs while my hands shoved into his pajamas, tugging them down. His lips trailed kisses along my jaw, down my neck and he stopped to suck harder on my lower neck.

“Dammit, Michael. I—”

He shut me up by plunging a hand inside my panties, his fingers immediately hitting their mark. His wicked ways knew no bounds. He kissed me, fingered me, and with his free hand, grabbed my hand to show me how he liked his cock stroked.

God, but this was more fun than I’d had in a long damn time.

The foreplay alone promised sex that would be the best ever, but I tried not to dwell on that because I was good at jinxing myself.

He tore his lips from mine, slipped his hand out of my panties, guided my hand away from him and leaned forward to open his nightstand drawer. “Get those shorts off, Stephanie. I’ll be lucky if I don’t come just puttin’ the condom on, but we’re gonna be at this a few hours.”

A few... hours? What? He would break me if we fucked for more than an hour, let alone a few of them.

His head twisted, his eyes fiery on me. “Don’t make me tell you twice, baby.”

I shucked my shorts while he tore the condom open. Watching him roll it onto his length heightened the ache in my core because he had a beautiful cock, long and thick. I couldn’t wait to get him in me.

“Like you lookin’ at me like that, sweetheart. Now spread those luscious legs.”

I met his gaze. “Maybe I should be on top.”

He shook his head. “Not right now. I’m callin’ the shots, Combes.”

My every instinct was to argue, but I bit my tongue.

When I laid on my back, he hovered over me with a devilish grin. “Good girl.”

Before I could respond, he lowered his head and nipped my breast forcing my back to arch. Everything he did built so much sensation it was torturous. Delicious torture.

I slid my fingers into his hair. For a moment I wanted to hold him to my breast, but my need to kiss him won out and I pulled his mouth to mine. Our tongues dueled for a few moments, and I reveled in the feeling of his goatee on me.

“You ready?” he asked in a husky voice I loved.

“Yeah,” I whispered.

He paused as though he wanted to say something else, but instead he plunged inside me. His body lowered to mine and I heard him hiss with satisfaction. He rested his forehead on my collarbone and I ran my hands down his back. The ripple of his muscles felt sumptuous beneath my fingers.

He lifted his hips and withdrew only to slam back into me. His thrusts were powerful and purposeful.

I brought my hands around to tweak his nipples and he growled.

“You’re playing with fire, Miss Priss. But I think you like the fire.”

“Oh, yeah, I do,” I moaned as my hand fell away from him and slid down my belly.

His eyes watched for a moment before he grabbed my hand and held it down by my side. “When you’re with me, Stephanie, you don’t make yourself come. I do. Am I clear?”

I arched a brow because I wanted to have a smart-aleck comment to that, but I just whispered, “All right.”

He let go of my hand to yank my leg up by the knee. The shift in the angle made it harder for me to match his thrusts, but it allowed him to go deeper, which felt that much better.

“Your pussy feels so fuckin’ good, baby. Knew I would nut fast with you, but not this fast.”

He pounded harder, his hips grinding at the end of each thrust. Then his fingers rubbed my clit, his mouth came down on my breast sucking hard. I grabbed his ass while he ground himself into me. I felt my orgasm building.

“God, yes,” I moaned.

“Mmm,” he said. “Let go, Stephanie.”

My orgasm washed over me and he thrust once more before stopping with a loud groan.

He lowered himself to me, and I realized both our bodies were slick with sweat.

“Wow,” I whispered.

“No. Wow doesn’t cover how good that was, Steph.”

I grinned. “I’m glad. I—”

His finger came to my lips. “Stop, right there. Noticed you got low confidence about some things, stop that shit. I’m a damn lucky man. Buried to the hilt inside of you. After I deal with this condom, I’m gonna be lucky enough to feast on this tight pussy.”

“You gonna kiss me first?”

He smiled. “Absolutely.”

Har

HAR WANDERED OUT OF his bathroom and the