Chapter Thirteen
Steel
Leah’s taste sits heady on my tongue. Her nimble fingers work at my belt. She wants my cock as badly as I want to be inside her. I crave it more than my next breath, more than anything I have ever known. I’ve fucked women before, but there was never any real feeling behind it.
Not like with Leah.
It’s different, and I might have warned her, might have given her a taste, but she has no idea what’s about to happen. As badly as I want her all to myself, to mark her and claim her, to teach her and guide her and instruct her into passion with me... I don’t want to hurt her.
Ever.
She deserves it all. Her first time should’ve been with some puppy-eyed college boyfriend who worships the ground she walks on.
Not a rough-ass biker in his clubhouse bedroom.
I’m tempted to put a stop to it. Tell her to get dressed and leave.
But she’s not a kid. She knows what she wants, and for some damn reason she wants me as much as I want her.
“Steel,” she whispers.
Her fingers free my belt and work the button on my jeans. My zipper gives, a sharp zing of metal on metal that echoes between us.
I do nothing to stop her when she pushes my boxers down and takes my dick in her hand. Her warm palm barely wraps around the girth of me, and like the bastard I am, I savor the gasp when she learns, firsthand, just how big I am.
She arches up. Her excitement is contagious.
It feeds the monster inside of me until my blood is roaring in my ears.
When she runs her hand down the length of me, exploring me because I’ve promised her that it is all now hers, and tilts her head back, bringing her nose to my throat and inhales hard, scenting me, it does something to me, hits me in the most feral of spots, but fills up all the aching, bleeding holes that have been eating away at my insides my whole life.
“I want to take this dress off,” Leah says huskily, and I feel her words straight to the center of me.
My cock throbs in her hand, liking the damn direction of those thoughts.
“I want to take your clothes off too. I want us to just be skin on skin. I want to feel you.”
I slam my mouth against hers, and it takes her all of a second to part her lips and respond.
She kisses me back, surrendering to me when she needs to, surprising me with a nip to my bottom lip.
She keeps her hand on my dick, her palm clenching around me, and it feels like heaven.
She bites me so hard that I taste blood.
When she licks it away hungrily with her tongue, my cock jerks violently in her hand, like I’m the inexperienced one.
Her fingers work at my leather vest, ripping down the zipper until I tear away and capture her hands, carefully working it free. I break away from her, which takes the last of my willpower, to get up and shuck the jacket, tossing it on the chair beside my bed.
Leah watches me with hungry eyes, her pupils blown, her lips red and kiss swollen, pretty pale skin chafed raw along her chin from my beard.
My T-shirt follows and I tear my jeans down my legs, watching in utter satisfaction as her eyes widen still when she sees my dick for the first time.
She just had her hand wrapped around it, but I know it couldn’t prepare her for it.
The tip is swollen nearly purple, angry looking, the shaft thick and veiny.
I am so hard that the bastard stands straight up against my ridged stomach.
I know that when Leah’s eyes sweep over me, she’s taking in every single inch, and the way her tongue darts out to lick her lips, the fire blazing in her eyes, the flare of her nostrils, they tell me that I am the one she wants.
She wants me. All of me.
I wouldn’t have dared believe it. I have been craving her for three fucking years, and I can barely wait the few seconds that it takes for me to pull her off the bed, grasp the straps of her dress and slide it down her shoulders.
I’m careful, mindful that it is the only clothing she’s got, though I would like nothing more than to tear the fucking thing clean in two.
Instead, I work the zipper free with care, and when I slide that fabric down her body, and she is bare below, bared to the light and to me, I let out a carnal moan.
She is perfect.
Creamy skin, tight perky tits, hard pink nipples, a flat muscular stomach, shapely hips, long slender legs…
Any man’s wet dream.
But she is not any man’s. She’s mine.
My mouth waters to taste her again, and my hand closes over her shoulder, forcing her to sit down on the edge of the bed.
Her legs give out under the pressure, and she lets out a little gasp as my head falls to her breast. I take her nipple into my mouth, suckling it, rolling it between my teeth before I do the same to the other.
Her hands scrape over my shoulders, her nails leaving little crescent indents on my skin. She pants my name, and I love how it rolls off her tongue, a cross between a plea and a prayer. Whether she believes it or not, I’m the only man she’s ever gonna have inside of her.
I release her nipple with a wet pop that makes her whimper. “You want me to feast on your pussy again, darlin’, or do you want something else?”
She hesitates for just a second, that sweet rose blush tinting her cheeks.
Just to make sure she knows what she wants, who she wants worshipping her, inside of her, spreading her tight virgin pussy wide, I drop my hand to her swollen clit.
Her hips rock as she grinds against me, there’s a rush of wetness that soaks the underside of my palm.
She’s so wet, so incredibly responsive, it takes my breath away.
I don’t know what the hell she’s doing to me, but if she’s my weakness, then maybe I want to give up being strong and mighty and just be goddamn weak for her.
“I-I want you to do it,” she whispers in my ear.
I want to hear her beg. I need to hear her say it.
“Do what? This?”
I drop my fingers lower, trailing through her juices, right to her entrance. I dip my finger in shallow, careful not to go too deep. Just the feel of her, so tight and glorious clenching around me, makes my balls feel like they are going to explode.
“N-no.” She pants. “Well, yes, but I-I want you to… to put your cock inside of me.”
Fucking hell. Hearing her talk like that drives me straight to the edge. I have to grind my teeth to get my shit together. I can’t go plunging in bare, no matter how bad I want to fill her up with my cum and watch it drip out of her.
“I-I’m on the pill,” she whispers, and the world stops.
I pull away a fraction, not sure whether to believe her.
She sees the expression on my face and adds, “I’m really on the pill. I have been since I was sixteen. Not for birth control, but because my periods were so heavy. I’d show you the packet if you don’t believe me, but it’s on my nightstand.”
She pushes her lips into a pout, so adorably pissed off that I have to laugh. It is a deep laugh. I’ve never found a woman adorable before. Never found one this deeply sexy either, like she lives and breathes it, exudes it just by existing.
Never wanted someone like I want her.
Never needed anything as badly as I need to be with her.
“Fuck, darlin’, I believe you,” I admit easily because it has never been a fault of mine to admit my wrongs. “So you wanna ride my cock? My bare cock. You wanna know what it feels like when I’m blowing my load inside of you.”
A visible shiver rips through her, and I love watching the way my filthy words affect her.
I am done talking. I’m done trying to hang on to a thread of my sanity and self-control.
I knock her back against the bed, watch her scoot up with those wide, wild eyes, her hair just as mussed and wild like a halo around her shoulders, her breasts heaving.
I stretch out over her, one hand on either side of her face caging her in, my knee pushing her thighs apart. It is just us, skin to skin as she asked.
She parts her legs for me, even as her hips buck upwards, already soaked and willing to take me. So fucking eager. I groan into the stillness of the room.
“I need you,” she begs. “I’ve dreamed about you like this, being inside of me.”
Jesus. As if I need another reason to want her, she goes and says something like that. I feel completely unhinged, wild, so fucking desperate for her that it scares the shit out of me.
I palm my cock and bring it, hot and throbbing, to her tight entrance.
I stop there, just long enough for her to catch her breath.
I’m all man. All raw, hard male. I’m hers, and she has been warned, and she’s here, dripping for me, begging me.
I don’t hold back because I can’t. I might be a bastard, but I fit myself to her and slam in with a single hard stroke that decimates the barrier of her virginity.
She lets out a sound that is part scream part whimper part moan.
She writhes around me as I slam into her, over and over, fucking her soaking, swollen pussy hard.
I drop my head, still plunging hard in and out of her cunt, which clenches around me and squeezes me until I can’t see anything but a black haze.
I claim her neck, her chest, her tits, her lips, anything I can, licking and biting and fucking her with my mouth while I fuck up into her with complete abandon.
Mine. I think it, I know it, I breathe it with every ragged breath and mark her with every hard thrust.
She marks me back, clawing at my shoulders, tilting her hips up into me, meeting me with every thrust, opening herself up and taking me deeper, until my balls smack against her ass.
She stretches all around me, clenches so tight on my cock that I know, without a fucking doubt, she was right.
She was made for me. Every single bit of her sweet, beautiful body was made to fit mine.
It has to be hurting her, but she whimpers and moans and embraces the pain, embraces everything I give her, and my girl, she gives back to me every bit as good as she gets.
She grinds into me, fucking me as hard as I fuck her.
My cock throbs inside of her with each long stroke, and she clenches around me in response, gripping me so tight that I see stars.
And once the shock of it is in the past, once our skin grows slick and damp with our sweat, she holds onto me, folding her legs around my waist and digging her nails into my back, over the swirls of black ink that extend over my arms and shoulders and down my back.
I grip her glorious hips and lift her higher, digging my fingers like a brute into the tender skin there, jacking her up onto my dick, opening her up all the way so she can take me deeper than ever.
It sets her off like a match to a bucket of gasoline.
She detonates on my cock as I plow into her, pumping my cock into her even as she clenches all around me, until she’s trembling and screaming.
I love the way she feels coming on my cock, but it is nothing compared to the sound of her screams, my name hot on her tongue. She marks me even as I mark her.
Her climax breaking over my cock is my breaking point.
Leah trembles with the force of her pleasure, her whole body shaking below me, as I plant myself inside of her in one long, hot final thrust and, on a roar, I come so hard that my balls draw right up.
I come in hard, blinding bursts, filling her up, still fucking her in slow strokes so that our juices overflow and the sounds of me pumping into her fill the room.
And then I lean forward and bite her shoulder. Hard. I mark her as mine, sink my teeth deep into that tender pale flesh, and that sends her tumbling over the edge again, and she’s clenching my throbbing dick again.
She jerks against me afterward, and even though I am done, my body completely numb so that I can barely hold myself up any longer, I do something I’ve never done.
I pull out gently and roll over her, taking her with me, tucking her into the protection of my side.
She fits there like a missing piece, warm and willing and so much smaller, her curves melding against my rock-hard angles, her legs intertwining with mine, and when she sets her cheek right above my heart to listen to it beat, I am just… done.
I was the one who was supposed to break her, transform her, but in this final act of sleepy, sated tenderness, she’s the one who’s ruined me.