Page 57 of Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC 1)

“After all you put me through you really think I can’t be mean?” She moved so that she could kiss his lips. She was his. It was completely selfish of him to not walk away and let her live the life she deserved, a happy life away from him and the club. But he didn’t care. He loved her and he wanted to be with her as long as he lived.

Ryker pulled her over him, holding her legs open so his cock could rub against her hot center. She gasped into his mouth and pushed up, idly feeling the comforter for the condom.

“I was stupid to think something was wrong with you.” She opened the package and gripped his cock. “Your body could handle sex even if you were weak and on your deathbed.”

He grinned up at her before glancing down to watch her roll the condom on. “I’m resilient, what can I say.”

“Resilient isn’t the word I’d use.” She moved down his body and kissed the area of skin right beneath his naval. “Horny suits you better.”

She took his cock into her mouth, shocking the hell out of him. He swallowed, coughed. She glanced up at him, curiously staring while her mouth tightened around the tip. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his head so he could watch her. Ella was sucking his dick. Fucking hell. Maybe his heart couldn’t take the pleasure.

“Are you okay?” she asked, frowning at him. She stroked him a few times, watching him while she worked.

He chuckled and she pursed her lips.

“Are you laughing at me?” She let him go and pulled away.

“No, no, no.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her back. “No, baby. God, no. I’d never laugh at you.” He let out a chuckle, not convincing her of anything.

“You’re laughing right now.”

“It’s either that or fucking shoot off like fireworks.” He clenched his teeth, then took a deep breath. “God, I wasn’t expecting you to suck me. It really damn near made me lose control.”

She still didn’t look convinced. Hell, they’d have to wait to do that until he could fucking move. He pulled her down to him and kissed her. The last thing he wanted was her feeling inadequate. God, he could see it written on her face. Laughing during sex was not his best move.

“I’ve wanted your mouth on me for so long, Ella.” He pressed kisses along her chin and down to her neck. “And it’s been a while since I’ve had you. Laughing was just a pressure release. I didn’t want to come the moment you sucked me, because I damn near did. I want to be inside you and make it good for us both. With you, I’m like a horny teenager. I can get hard in a second and shoot off the same. I’d never make fun of you, baby.”

She seemed to understand the more he explained. He thanked his lucky stars for that. Ella scooted down and stroked his cock again.

“Isn’t the point to make you come?” She glanced at him. “You act like we’re only going to have sex once.”

He laughed. “God, my heart can’t take it.”

“No?” Her fingers brushed along his balls. “Maybe we should stop. The last thing I need is the reputation of giving you a heart attack while we’re doing the nasty.”

The humor on her face gave him plenty of indication that she was joking. He wasn’t sure he could handle her stopping.

“Ella, I’m five seconds away from flipping you to the mattress and fucking you like my life depended on it. My side can’t take that. Quit teasing me.”

“Okay. I’ll leave you alone.”

He groaned and she laughed. “Put my cock inside you, now.”

She lifted her hips upward and angled him to her entrance. “You’re so damn pushy.”

“You have no fucking idea.” He gripped her hips as his dick pressed against her velvet folds. Her gyrations made his cock twitch as she rocked back and forth, taking him inch-by-inch into her hot body. She tested his control. He’d been horny all day, thinking about fucking her like he wanted. But she was Ella. She was sweet and inexperienced. He fully intended on taking it slow and focusing on her that night.

Ella had other ideas. Ideas that pushed his control to the point he was anything but fucking relaxed. Her hungry muscles latched onto him, sucking him deeper as she moved. Then she squeezed around him, milking his cock as she drew a soul-deep groan from him. He tried to back off. He knew somewhere deep inside that she’d yell at him if he tore his side open and started to bleed all over the white comforter.

Then she slid off his cock, lifting her body so that his every inch dragged along the walls of her pussy. How the hell was he going to survive like this?

“I can’t do it, Ella.”

Before she could say anything, he gripped her hips and slammed into her. He flipped their positions as she cried out. Each thrust of his hips pushed her farther across the bed. He pulled her legs so that they draped over his shoulders while he fucked her into oblivion. His side fucking hurt as her thigh bumped against it, but he didn’t give a shit. His cock ached for her attention and her pussy gave him everything he wanted. Each thrust had his stomach tightening, the fucking soreness growing more and more intense. Then her pussy clamped around him, hard and hot, sucking him while she arched off the bed, crying out his name.

Sweet. Fucking. Hell.

He shoved her legs aside and sucked her breast into his mouth as he shoved harder into her, driving his cock as deep as he could go. He shuddered, every muscle in his body tensing as his orgasm flowed through him, taking his breath as his side ached.

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