Free Iron: Blue Collar Wolves #1 (Mating Season Collection) by Ronin Winters, Mating Season Collection

kind of perfection.
    “You’re studying my ass, aren’t you?” The tone was pure tease, and with the little wiggle that accompanied it, he was lost.
    Like a man possessed he pounced on her, kneading the fleshy globes, pressing his fingers as hard as he could into her skin without really hurting her. He bit, nibbled, licked and, after he covered every square inch of flesh with mouth and teeth, raised his hand and landed a firm smack .
    Bella squeaked, but in quick aftermath the smell from her pussy intensified, the heavenly smell drawing a long groan from his throat. He wanted to roll around in that smell, camp out and breathe it in for days. Fucking perfection, just like everything about her.
    With unsteady hands, Iron eased her legs apart, baring that fragrant valley. She was wet, glistening and needy, and he was going to take such good care of her. Using the pads of two fingertips, he rubbed around the edges of her pussy lips. Not a lot of pressure, not yet. This was a tease, a torture, and he was going to work her up until she was a sobbing mess.
    Bella whimpered, the sound hitting his dick like a physical stroke, and canted her hips up in an attempt to draw him deeper. The hand he wasn’t torturing her with wrapped around her hip, holding her steady as he continued his slow assault.
    “Come on, baby.” Now that wasn’t fair, that sexpot voice she knew did bad things to his control. “You want to sink your fingers into me, don’t you? I’m so wet for you. You can feel it. So use me. Use your woman.”
    Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She was hitting every button, with her body and her voice and her words and her moans, twisting her hips to force him to bend to her will and fucking spear her on his fingers, his dick.
    And he wanted it. Wanted that tight heat. Wanted those breathy moans. Wanted Isabella .
    Gritting his teeth, his fingers clenching hard, he kept the strokes light despite her pleas and moans and words. “We’re doing this my way. You going to be a good little bitch? Only good little bitches get to ride my cock.”
    She growled then and pushed back, and only his hand stopped her from getting up. “Damn right I’m your bitch. I’m going to use you and fuck you and you’ll cry because it’s so good. I’m a grade-A bitch, and you better never forget it, because the moment you do, you’re going to be flat on your back and I’m riding you into oblivion.”
    Iron broke. He dove into her pussy, spreading her legs as far as he could to get at the wet flesh. He reveled in the taste and feel, grinding deeper, using his tongue to get inside her as far as he could and nowhere near as far as his dick was going to go. He smeared her juices all over his face, pulling back only an inch to breathe, then diving back in to surround himself with her.
    Bella yelped, lifting and shifting her hips to get him placed where she wanted, a litany of broken words accompanying Iron wrecking her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah baby, yeah, yeah. So good, so good. Get deeper, you… fuck .”
    Bella’s fingers were there, stroking over her clit. He licked between them, reaching whatever flesh she wasn’t covering, bringing them into his mouth as his own fingers pushed two deep into her tight channel and began pumping in hard thrusts.
    “ Yes! Inside, inside, inside. Need you inside me. Need that cock. Come on, give your bitch your cock. Am I your bitch? Going to let someone else claim me? Or are you going to give me the hard fucking I deserve?”
    “You deserve it?” He pulled his fingers out and pushed her hand away, ignoring the keening cry when he blocked her. “Think you can force me? Think you can push me. Fuck yeah you’re my bitch, and that means we do this my way.”
    Iron got into kneeling position, pulling Bella onto her hands and knees in front of him. Another smack to that ass, and Bella gave a half-shriek/half-groan, but the glistening flesh told of her arousal.
    Presented like this, she stirred everything primal in