Free ...or something: Ronacks Motorcycle Club by Debra Kayn

her.
    She opened her mouth, and he lowered his head to her neck, marking the sensitive skin. She moaned knowing tomorrow; there would be proof they were together.
    The thought of belonging to him encompassed her with excitement. She pressed her sex up against him, rocking with him, and then his cock landed at her opening and she froze.
    Battery raised his head and lowered himself to his elbows, bracing her head in his hands. Fully pinned to the bed, she stared up into his dark eyes at the same time he plunged all the way into her and held himself still.
    She had tried to be ready, but she wasn't.
    Nothing could prepare her for the size of him.
    Her pussy spasmed weakly trying to expel him. The fullness of his finger failed to prepare her for having his cock inside of her. Everything below her belly button full of him, she could only hold on to his hair.
    "Going to get you hot again." He rocked against her in short back and forth motion. "Pussy is tight, Bree."
    Battery's heart hammered against her chest. Heat rolled off his head onto her hands. The strength of him barely contained, he struggled for her. Everything he'd done since he carried her to his home on the back of his motorcycle had been for her.
    Her clit pulsed, and her legs weakened, widening and welcoming him closer. His gaze snapped to her, and she let go of his hair with one hand and smoothed the whiskers along his jaw. He could do anything to her, and she'd be fine. Better than fine.
    She raised her hips and met his thrust, each one bolder, harder, more determined as his control slipped. Her lower stomach tightened and strained at the pure magnitude of him. She hooked her feet behind his thighs, tilting her pelvis.
    The head of his cock rubbed up inside of her, and she gasped at the flash of pleasure. "Again."
    He stayed in position, thrusting and withdrawing. Her hand left his face, and she grabbed onto his hair, holding his head in front of her. He stared down into her eyes, encouraging her to take him. Take it all. Take every single inch of pleasure.
    Higher and higher, she moved with him. Her body coiled tighter. Her breathing deepened, taking more air. Then her body locked tightly underneath him and her sex contracted. Her neck arched and she exploded in the most powerful range of pleasure.
    "Jesus..." Battery's movements became erratic and faster, and he quickly plunged and ground her against the mattress with one long grunt.
    She barely started descending from her orgasm, and his head came down, and he pressed his forehead against hers.
    God, she was a mess. A wonderful, sated, delirious mess.
    "I love you, Battery," she whispered.
    He rolled off her, and she let go of his hair. The sudden loss of him in her body stripped her of all her confidence, and she rolled to a sitting position and crossed her arms over her breasts.
    "Battery?" she said.
    He stared down at his cock until the condom loosened and his dick lost its intimidating size. She stared at the slight red tint on the latex and wondered if it was from losing her virginity or his size that made her bleed.
    "Fuck," he mumbled, ripping off the condom and tossing it toward the wastebasket.
    A chill rolled up her spine. She never let her gaze leave him, until he walked out of the room and left her in his bed.
    The door upstairs slammed.

Chapter Ten
    B attery pushed through the door to downstairs after fucking Bree and headed straight toward the makeshift bar and the whiskey set aside for only him. His thoughts raced, pounding his head.
    Bree was not ready for him. Not ready by a long shot.
    He opened the whiskey and drank straight from the bottle. If he couldn't wash away her taste, forget her pussy, and blind himself to the trust in her eyes as she stated she loved him, he'd ruin her before the night was over.
    "Hey, Battery." Mel leaned against the counter. "Can I get you something?"
    Ignoring the prospect, Battery scanned the room and found Jana making out with Swiss. He took two more swallows off