Page 64 of Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC 1)

“Whoa,” she gasped, clutching his shoulders. “Calm down a minute. Let me catch my breath.”

He pulled back and stared at her. “I’m seriously going to count to sixty seconds.”

She shook her head and took off her bra, tossing it to the floor. “You’re impossible. I haven’t even had coffee yet.”

“Who the fuck needs coffee?” He stared at her while she sat there smiling at him. God he had it bad for her. One fucking day and he was losing his mind.

“Are my sixty seconds over?”

“Almost.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Can you say hi? Maybe tell me that you missed me. Tell me that you love me.”

“Hi. I missed you. I love you.” He hooked his fingers into her panties. “Now can I fuck you?”

She kissed him. “You’re so romantic.”

Romance was for later. Much later. Maybe next week kind of later. Right now, he needed to be inside her. He needed to feel her wrapped around him, her pussy squeezing him. She lay back on the bed and lifted her hips so he could pull her panties off. His shorts came off easily before he angled his cock against her and pushed inside.

“Wait!” She pressed against his chest. “Condom.”

“Fuck.” He moved away from her and went to her bag by the door, digging through it to find a rubber. Once he found one, he ripped it open as he walked back to her, rolling it on with a practiced motion. He moved between her legs and pushed inside her again, damn near groaning at her tightness.

Ella locked her legs around his hips, careful not to push against his side. He held her ass to him, thrusting deep. The angle had her gasping as his cock repeatedly rubbed that one little spot that made women scream. Yeah, he was fucking losing his mind inside her. He could do this for hours and never get enough. He needed her like he needed his next fucking breath. It was almost painful to think about.

Her nails dug into his thighs as she held on to him. How the hell he’d made it that long was beyond him. He’d been half ready to kidnap her from her parents’ house in the middle of the night.

Ella screamed when she came, arching up so that he fit completely inside her, surrounded by her pussy clenching around his cock. Sweat covered her body as he looked down at her. Her nipples were hard from her arousal and he leaned down to taste them. When he’d had his fill, he pulled out of her and rolled her over, lifting her ass up so that he could push his cock inside her again. His thrusts became manic, each one driving him closer to the ragged edge. Ella’s ass jiggled with his harsh movements, and he couldn’t help but clutch it harder, almost enough to cause pain.

“Ella.” He said her name, unable to stop himself as hot cum shot out of him, filling the thin rubber with its sticky essence. He wished they didn’t have the barrier. He wished that he could know what it felt like to have nothing between them.

Ryker let her go, noticing the marks on her ass from his fingers. He withdrew and bent down to kiss where his fingers had been, licking and teasing before he moved to her side.

Ella curled up on her stomach with her eyes closed. “That was wild.”

He didn’t say anything. So much emotion rolled through him that words seemed stupid. He needed her. It seemed ridiculous, but he needed the closeness that they shared. The intimacy of being with her.

“I need some coffee.” She giggled and reached out to him, leaning in to kiss his cheek before moving away.

“Wait.” He pulled her back to him. “I love you. I’m sorry that that was a little rough.”

“You’re amazing.” She kissed his cheek, moving upward toward his ear. “And I like it rough.”

“You’re killing me, Ella.”

“And you’ll die a happy man.” She walked toward the kitchen. “I’m working in poison control today. And since it’s day seven, you’re off the hook for staying in bed all day. You can go do whatever mischief you do with your friends.”

He sat up and pulled the condom off. “Good. I need a fucking haircut.”

He got up and threw the condom away before walking up behind her in the kitchen. He cupped her breasts as he leaned in to kiss the soft skin of her neck.

“What is that coconut scent you wear?”

“Lotion.”

“It makes me want to fucking eat you.”

She smiled, waiting on her coffee. “Please don’t do that.”

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