Free Unholy: The Unholys MC by Ellen Harper

jerked me up so that I was pressed against him, my legs wrapping around his waist automatically. He pressed a kiss against my mouth, hot and fierce, desperation leaking through and making it clear that this wasn’t about talking anymore tonight. This was about working through something in the only way he knew how.
     
    Tonight, like many nights before, my body was his release. His means of forgetting, and I was okay with that. I relished it even.
     
    My eyes slid shut even as I felt him carrying me up the stairs, his hands gripping me so tightly that it was almost painful. My arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, clinging to him greedily as I pushed for a deeper kiss. I held us tightly together, my full breasts pressing against his hard muscles, the sensation arousing. I felt his tongue slide across my lips and I parted them immediately, desperate for him to devour me inside and out.
     
    I didn’t think we’d make it to the bedroom, but he managed to kick the door open. We did not, however, make it to the bed. As soon as we were in the room, he lost it. He couldn’t wait anymore, because he needed this now .
     
    My back slammed against the wall harshly and I let out a small cry of surprise. He allowed it because his mouth was moving elsewhere, placing sloppy kisses on my neck and down across my shoulders. His hands had begun to move, traveling downward and inward until I felt his fingers pressing against my inner thighs.
     
    I could have cursed my choice of pants that night and thought he probably could have, too, but it wasn’t enough to delay Johnny.
     
    His hands came back around so that they could get to my crotch from the top. He pressed me tightly against the wall and I gripped his hips firmly so that when his hands were no longer supporting me, I still remained up. His hands moved to the crotch of my jeans, fiddling with first the button and then the zipper until he managed to get both undone. Not interested in waiting to get to the good stuff, his hand pushed past the waistband of my panties to find my smoldering core. Two fingers dove into my hot folds before I even had time to register that he was there and then I was screaming in pleasure. He worked me into a frenzy, his fingers coated with my natural lubricant as he shoved them in and out of my willing opening.
     
    It might have been enough to get me off; he had wonderful, skilled hands. But tonight wasn’t about me. He had needs that had to be taken care of, things that needed to be addressed, and I didn’t mind that his hand pulled away from my crotch only because he was urging my legs down to the floor so that he could jerk my pants down past my thighs. I shimmied them off the rest of the way along with my panties so that he could focus on his own jeans.
     
    By the time my lower half was bare, he’d gotten his belt and fly undone, his hand reaching into his pants to pull out his already hard, throbbing member. I licked my lips at the sight of it and gave him a look that silently asked if he wanted me to suck or fuck.
     
    “Not tonight, baby,” he murmured to the small space between us. He closed that distance so that he could get a hold of my leg, jerking it up high, letting the knee bend over his arm so that my nether region was opened wide for him.
     
    He wasn’t patient that night, but I hadn’t expected him to be. His cock was poised at my entrance in a second, and before I even had time to register it, he’d shoved it inside me all the way, my walls stretching to accommodate his large size.
     
    I cried out again, arching my back as he wasted no time in beginning to thrust. He was right; this wouldn’t be gentle.
     
    His hands were all over me. Sometimes they’d hold my arms above my head so that he could have his way with my body without interference, sliding his length inside until I was so full of him that I thought he might be an extension of myself. Other times, his hands would find my hips and grip so tightly that I knew