Page 57 of DOG Part 2
I lowered onto him, out of my mind with the feel of his hot breath against my neck as he entered me.
“Fuck,” I moaned.
“Keep your voice down,” he reminded me, and I stuffed a fist into my mouth to at least try.
I began to roll my hips to feel him deeper. He helped me along too, digging his fingernails into my waist as his strong hands lifted me off his member and pulled me back down on it. Then up again. I was writhing against him, close to the brink with the way his cock slammed deep into my core at this new angle. With no warning, all that energy sparking between us expanded until my core, mind and rest of my body all vibrated and resonated at the same frequency, catapulting me into one hell of an orgasm.
In my weakened state, Kane took over. He carried me back to my side of the Jeep and held a protective hand over the top of my head to lower my head, back and waist inside. Without breaking our contact, he thrust in and out of me, speeding up until he too lost all control and came.
Neither of us spoke or moved for some time. I let him linger with the side of his head now resting against my cleavage. That was probably not a good idea if I wanted to have a clean break after this biker gang fiasco was over, but just this once, I went with it.
Surprise, surprise. Mr. Biker President was an obvious fan of a good snuggle.
A bit more time passed and Kane got up without my prompting. He pulled out of me, made that used condom disappear in the bushes beside the car, and pulled his pants back up.
“Let’s fill up the tank and get some food supplies before we hunker down.”
What a way to get back to the real world after mind-blowing sex.
