Free Ravage: Lightning Bolts MC by Zoey Parker

was already killing me just trying to come up with questions to ask her. I was too distracted to think straight. She was making it so hard for me not to take advantage of her. I wanted to turn her over, spread her legs and take her from behind like an animal. I wanted to fuck her until she screamed my name and passed out because it felt too good.
     
    But she wasn’t the kind of girl I could do that to. I had to get her into it first.
     
    My arm was still around her, and my fingers were curled up on the mattress. I knew her tits were right in front of them, waiting for me to touch. I ran my fingers over her nipples, which went hard right away. I bit my lip to hold back another groan. She was so easy to turn on; it was like a gift. I flicked her nipples again, slowly, like I wasn’t even meaning to. Just casual.
     
    Her breathing almost stopped. She was too busy concentrating on what I was doing to her. I flexed my fingers again, strumming them across her tits. My cock strained against her ass. She was so warm, and I knew she would be so wet when I found her spot. I sighed and flexed my hips.
     
    She sighed, too. I had her. She finally felt me and knew what she was feeling. I ran my hand down her stomach, then to her mound. Her legs were closed, but it didn’t take much effort to get them open again. I found her button, pulsing in her folds, and she cried out when my fingers slid over it. She was wet again, like I knew she would be. She rocked her hips against my hand in a fast, urgent rhythm. I licked her neck, shoulders, anything I could get my mouth on while she came with a sharp, shuddering cry.
     
    “Oh, my God…” She sighed as she collapsed back against me. “Oh, Eric.”
     
    “I need you,” I growled, licking her earlobe as I did. “I need you now. I need to be inside you again.” She shivered in my arms. I knew then how much she wanted me, too.
     
    “Yes. Take me. Please. But be gentle,” she pleaded.
     
    “I will.” I couldn’t promise, but I would try. My cock was doing the thinking for me, and it was straining and throbbing.
     
    I left her on her side, taking her top leg and pushing it forward until she was almost on her stomach. I loved the angle this position gave me. I slid one leg between hers and slid my cock through her cleft until I found her entrance.
     
    “Are you sure?” she whispered. I didn’t know what she was asking, really. Was I sure I could be careful with her, maybe.
     
    “I’m sure,” I muttered, then thrusted forward slowly. She whimpered, burying her face in the pillow. Her muscles were still trembling and pulsing, and it took everything in me to hold back. I wanted to pound her until I couldn’t move anymore. Her body was begging me to come. But I waited for her to adjust with my jaw clenched.
     
    “Okay,” she whispered, taking a deep breath. “I’m okay.” I didn’t wait to hear anything more. I pulled back, then slid forward again. Pulled back, then slid forward. She whimpered a little with every thrust, though the sound of them changed. First it was discomfort, maybe uncertainty. Then it was pleasure. I filled her again and again, stretching her with my thickness. She felt so good.
     
    “You’re so good,” I whispered, pushing into her. “So hot.” She shivered, and I felt her tighten even more.
     
    “I wanna feel you come,” I whispered. “I want you to come for me when I’m inside you. Touch yourself for me.” I held myself up on one hand, taking her tits in the other and playing with them. It was so good. Her body was perfect, and nobody had ever played with it but me. I throbbed a little when I thought that.
     
    “What did you say?” She looked back at me.
     
    “Touch yourself. Don’t tell me you never did.” I kept thrusting, never losing my pace. “Make yourself come. I wanna feel it.”
     
    She waited for a second, then her hand slid between the bed and her body. She stiffened for a second, probably still sensitive from the