Cannon (Savage Kings MC - South Carolina Book Series 5) Lane Hart (books to read for beginners .TXT) 📖

“Cannon, please, I need you,” Madison whispers against my lips, making me realize that I had stopped moving when I was trying to bury myself as deep as possible in her. I pull my hips back and thrust forward at the same time she rolls her hips seeking me out.

“Goddamn, Madison,” I fall forward and groan into her neck. “Do that again, baby.”

We keep that same rhythm going, and it feels so good that it’s almost painful. I need a release, but I need us to come together even more. I refuse to go until Madison goes. To do that, I have to slow down even more. She’s close; I know she is because her pussy is throbbing around me.

“Cannon!” Madison cries out as she digs her nails into my ass to make me drive into her deeper.

And then it happens. She gasps suddenly underneath me and then she’s pulsing around my cock, squeezing me tight, pulling me deeper until I can’t hold on a second longer.

I let go while she’s still moaning and trembling all over, and it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt as that hot release spills from me like she’s trying to drink me down into her body and keep me there forever. A shiver from the pure ecstasy of the sensation rolls down my spine and spreads outward through every inch of my body, making me wish that it would never end.

Once my body collapses on top of Madison’s, I don’t even have to ask because I know it was as mind-blowing for her as it was for me.

Which only leaves me with one question I don’t yet have the strength to ask aloud – when can we do that again?

Madison

“Wow,” I murmur as I go completely limp underneath Cannon’s heavy, gorgeous body. “Just…wow.”

“Ditto,” his groggy voice says from where his face is resting against my neck before I feel his lips press a kiss there. It makes me squirm, which makes him groan since he’s still inside of me, not fully hard, but still hard enough that my body notices and really likes squeezing around him while he’s there. A few more squeezes and then I’m having a mini orgasm, not nearly as powerful as the first one, but still nice to have as more of those warm tingles spread through me.

“Oh, God. Not yet. Soon, but not just yet,” Cannon says with a masculine chuckle full of pride as he pulls out of me, leaving me so empty it aches when he lays beside me on the bed. A moment later and Cannon reaches for me, rolling me to my side so that we’re both facing each other, our arms and legs tangled, bodies flush together almost from head to toe again, just not…connected.

Since he’s taller, my face is lying in his neck now, inhaling his familiar scent – leather, cologne, his soap, and a tiny bit of sweat. Honestly, I thought sex with Cannon would be much more rigorous and sweatier for the both of us, but I can’t complain. What we did was even better. Sex has never felt like that with anyone before. It wasn’t rushed or hurried. I didn’t want to just get it over with. I didn’t want it to end.

Cannon exhales heavily above me, and then his muscles all seem to relax or fall apart. I’m not sure which until he says, “How fucking selfish am I to be here with you when my brother is in jail?”

“It’s not selfish,” I tell him with a kiss on his collarbone. “You were so upset and worried that you needed to take your mind off of him for just a little while.”

He’s quiet for several long moments before he pulls me impossibly closer and says, “I found the ultrasound photos on the dresser. It’s like a real baby now, you know?”

“Yeah,” I say with a sad smile he can’t see.

“If Conrad’s not there when he or she is born…”

“He’ll be there,” I say and try to lift my head to see his face, but he cups the back of my head and presses me against his chest like he doesn’t want me to see him right now.

I know he’s trying to hide his emotions from me, and I get it, so I snuggle up to him and stroke my fingertips up and down his back.

Cannon does the same, except he hikes my thigh up higher on his hip so that his fingers can run down and over the swell of my ass and then up again. That’s all it takes to make me wet again, but he doesn’t do anything more, just a graze of his fingers that don’t try to dip any lower. At least, he doesn’t until I press myself into his hip and he feels the warm dampness. His comforting fingers go still as his shaft jerks with interest between us. He’s still wearing the old condom, and I know that has to be replaced before we go again. I reach down to roll it off and throw it to the floor. Then, I start stroking him up and down in my fist, making him harder and longer as he grunts in what sounds like pain.

When he can’t take anymore, Cannon pulls my hand off of him and then tips my chin up to kiss me, telling me he’s ready for me again.

Our tongues are so frantic that we break apart gasping, and then Cannon is sliding lower down my body to lick around my nipple before taking as much as he can into his mouth, sucking on it hard.

“Oh my God, yes!” I cry out and roll to my back to give him better access. Cannon takes advantage, using his mouth on the right one and his hands on the left.

My thighs clench together, wanting something much lower. As if he knows exactly what I need, Cannon’s fingers move lower