Page 166 of The Outlaw's Savage Revenge

“Leave it,” he growls, his voice rough with hunger. “We’re not done yet.”

My arousal spikes despite my recent orgasm but I try to play it cool. “Fine. Can we at least go inside before we catch pneumonia?”

“Of course,” he murmurs.

Then, before I can fully process his intent, he lifts me back onto the bike’s leather seat, stepping between my thighs. One smooth thrust, and he’s deep inside me again.

“Cade! Really?” My gasp melts into a moan.

“We’re going,” he rumbles, snagging his shirt off the handlebar before scooping me up like I weigh nothing.

Each deliberate step jolts me, sending sparks shooting through my body as he keeps me fully impaled on him. By the time we reach the porch steps, I’m breathless with need, every stride pushing me closer to the edge.

“Hold on, hold on,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“What?” His voice is all teasing gravel, his lips grazing my neck.

“Fuck me now.”

He chuckles wickedly. “I thought you didn’t want to catch pneum—”

“Now, Cade!” I snap, desperate, my hips already chasing more.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” His smirk sharpens, sinful and smug as he pins me against the wall. “Fine. You asked for it.”

He angles himself just right and thrusts into me with relentless, sharp strokes. My head falls back as cries tear from my lips, the world blurring as pleasure detonates inside me.

“Just like that!” I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. “Harder!”

My cries get, louder with each thrust, with each mind-bending moan from Cade. The splattering of rain beyond the porch muffles our sounds but also loosens my tongue.

“God, you’re so big . . . So hard . . . Fuck me like you mean it, Cade. Until I can’t walk.”

“Jesus Christ!” His hands grip my thighs like iron, spreading me wider as he pounds into me with brutal precision.

“Your mouth is going to be the death of me.”

“More! Don’t stop. Ruin me—”

“That’s it. Fuck!” Clearly triggered by my words, he loses his rhythm, and he huffs out against my neck, voice fractured with need. “I’m coming!”

My eyes snap open, and my head jerks up. “What? No! Not yet—Cade, wait—”

“Fucking get there now, Luciana!” His command is rough and desperate and sends a shockwave straight through me. My body clamps down hard around him, the edge of my orgasm creeping close. But it’s not enough—Cade’s too far gone, shuddering, his thrusts short and erratic.

“Geez, Tarzan,” I gasp, half-laughing through my frustration, “a little more help, maybe?”

“Smart mouth,” he groans, his breath ragged as his fingers fumble between us. “Ass? Clit?”

“Like I care—just make me . . . Oh, Cade!” My words dissolve as one finger slips into my ass and his thumb finds my clit, stroking in perfect, teasing circles.

“There you are, baby,” he coaxes, his cock thrusting once, twice—

“Come in me, Cade,” I beg, my nails scoring his back in needy desperation. “I want your cum—need it. Please.”

The sound that rips out of him is a feral, primal thing as his cock sinks impossibly deep. The sharp collision of pleasure and pain knocks the breath out of me.

“Take it,” he snarls, his thrusts turning jagged as his release pours into me. “Take every fucking drop.”

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