Free Lucky: The Irish MC by Heather West

whispered. She locked eyes with me and rolled her hips, sending waves of pleasure through my body. “Take me, Mickey.”
     
    “You’re mine,” I growled back.
     
    Ella closed her eyes and tilted her head back, moaning in pleasure. She let her small hands stray to her sides and caressed and pinched her own nipples. I could feel her pussy clenching with every thrust and I groaned softly, grabbing onto her hips and digging my fingers into the tender flesh. Ella rolled her hips and grunted. I could see a faint sheen of perspiration covering her skin and I knew that she had to be getting close to orgasm. A pink flush broke out over her chest and face and I shuddered with lust. She was so fucking sexy, I couldn’t take it. Everything about her was perfect. It was like fucking a virgin who already knew how to screw; for some reason, I had the feeling that I was rocking her world in a way that she’d never felt before.
     
    Ella called my name softly, then louder. She leaned down over my chest and ground her clit against my pubic bone, burying her face in my neck and breathing hotly on my skin. I cried out as she ground down more forcefully, rubbing my cock in a way that almost sent me over the edge. My lower belly was coiled tight with desire and tension, and I knew that soon, I’d be exploding all over her. Ella grunted and paused for a brief second. She bit into my neck and I cried out and dug my fingers hard into her ass. Then, she ground against me in a fierce, unstoppable way. I felt myself explode and gush rope after rope of cum inside of her. Ella’s face was bright red and her eyes were squished tightly closed. She groaned and moaned and threw her head back. Finally. I felt powerful spasms in her pussy tighten around my cock. She came hard, yelling and leaking tears out of her eyes. Our bodies were soaked in sweat by the time she was able to climb off me and flop down next to me, clearly exhausted.
     
    “You’re amazing,” Ella said softly as she nestled her head on my chest. “You’re so incredible. I’ve never been fucked like that in my life.”
     
    “Me neither,” I said truthfully, nuzzling her hair and closing my eyes. Finally. Finally it felt like I was really, truly home.
     
    “Mickey? Hello?” Ella reached out and smacked me on the arm. I colored quickly, unaware that I’d drifted off in fantasyland for so long. She glared at me. “I said let’s go,” she said, sounding annoyed. “I can’t stay here any longer, and I’m not leaving you alone.”
     
    “Fine,” I said, climbing up into the passenger side of her rig. Inside, her rig smelled like her: sweet musk and strawberries. I almost got hard again thinking of her laying in the little bed in the back of the cab, rubbing her clit until she cried out with pleasure.
     
    “Can I call the police?” Ella asked me in a plain voice. She powered on the rig and shifted into gear, doing a slow turn around the yard. It was dark; the moon was high overhead, and I could see boulders casting weird, ghostly shadows. “You got a little angry when I tried that earlier,” she said, and I saw that she was fighting to keep a smile off her lips.
     
    Not so tough and bitchy, are you ? I thought with satisfaction. Instead I smirked at her. “No, honey,” I said with a slow grin. “You can’t call the cops. You should know if you’re from around here that they’re all corrupt.”
     
    Ella snorted. “That’s not true,” she said under her breath. “I’ve been in Dos Palmos all of my life. I would have heard about that, for sure.”
     
    I grinned and shook my head. For some reason, exposing corruption always gave me a little rush. It felt good, and even though I knew I shouldn’t be talking to Ella about it, I couldn’t help it.
     
    “Then you haven’t been paying attention, honey,” I told her. Ella didn’t turn her head. She downshifted as we coasted down the hill outside of the freight yard. I rolled the window down and let the