Free Axl (Sons of Chaos MC #1) by Riley Rollins Page A

me. My nipples were hard like pink pencil erasers. They pointed upward at him, seeking his touch, his pinch, his lips.
    He dipped his head down, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking it. My body instantly responded. I felt myself getting slick, my pussy aching, revealing my fundamental biological yearning for his body.
    Axl’s t-shirt hugged his torso tightly, his muscular chest and shoulders straining against the cotton, pushing the fabric to its limits. Laying on my back, I reached up, my hands exploring the ridges between his abs, taking in the flat hardness of his stomach, the sheer size and thickness of his forearms. Every touch heightened my arousal, increasing my need and hunger for him.
    My towel was now completely off, cast aside on the bed, my full nakedness on display to him as he sat atop me, eclipsing me with his strong frame and pressing me into the sheets. He crouched back, the jeans on his ass pressing against my knees. He pressed his palm hard into my hip, his thumbs following the folds of my skin down to my dripping pussy. He pressed a thumb onto my swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure up my spine.
    “God, babe, I’m gonna fucking stretch you out. This pussy is mine.”
    He scooted back again, dipping his head down against my lower belly. His tongue tickled my skin as he tasted my freshly-washed skin. His lips and mouth moved further down, below my naked waist, and settled against my pussy lips. I shuddered in pleasure as his tongue flicked and circled my clit. Axl ate my pussy ferociously, his lips chaotically spreading my slickness over my thighs and ass.
    “God,” he said, pausing, “you taste fucking delicious.” Then he commanded, in a tone so authoritative that I couldn’t resist, “On all fours. Now.”
    I obeyed, flipping over. I pressed my ass into the air toward him, my back arching, my muscles instinctively moving to welcome him inside me.
    I looked over my shoulder. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing the gorgeous body underneath, sculpted by years on the streets. He unbuckled his jeans, throwing the belt on the ground. He reached into his jeans and pulled out his hard cock. He was fully erect, his hardness throbbing. It must’ve been eight inches. And it was thick.
    He pressed its tip against my pussy lips, and slid it in hard. An instant feeling of fullness overtook me, my muscles clenching against him. I cried out as he penetrated me, and the shock of his size left me feeling torn open. But the feeling of pain quickly gave way to pleasure as he thrust out... and in, and out.
    “How’d this fucking pussy get so tight,” he said, his voice husky. His hands squeezed my ass hard. I was utterly exposed, completely open to him, and my need for him only increased with every stroke.
    “Oh, fuck me harder,” I said, my voice a whisper amid the intense pleasure inside me.
    I felt a powerful hand on my back, then a forearm. He pressed down onto my back, forcing it hard into the mattress, arching my back even further, positioning me to take his hard cock even deeper inside. The mattress muffled my cries of pleasure, and I wiggled my ass against him, grinding into his hips, wanting to feel every brush of his balls against my clit.
    He held me down tight, and I couldn’t have broken free even if I’d wanted to. My most private parts were utterly exposed to him. In spite of my best judgment, I was like a bitch in heat for him.
    I twisted my head, doing my best to come up for air and speak. I inhaled and it felt like my body shunted the fresh breath of oxygen straight into my pussy. I felt like I was on fire.
    “Fill me up,” I moaned.
    “Yeah,” he said, breathing heavily, his voice gravelly. “I’m gonna shoot this hot cum so deep inside you.”
    “Oh, do it,” I said with a moan. “Do it, baby.”
    I squeezed as hard as I could, tightening my muscles around his cock, my pussy lips stretching to their maximum to accommodate his girth. That must’ve sent him