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I'm Only Here for the Beard (The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #4)(44)

By:Lani Lynn Vale


Her mouth dropped open. "Did you just compare me to chlamydia?"

My mouth twitched. "If the pustule fits."

She made a gagging sound, then walked forward and smacked me delicately on the chest.

Likely, she'd given it all she had, though, so I chose not to point out that it didn't hurt.

I caught her hand when she went to hit me a second time, and pulled her into me, clamping my arms tightly around her back so she couldn't leave.

"What else is bothering you?"

She frowned ferociously at me, and I was silently thankful that she was mine, even if she wasn't acting like it at the moment.

"I don't like seeing you with Ellen," she reported bluntly, surprising me that she would just come right out and say it.

I pulled her even closer.

"I was talking to her about you," I told her. "She told me to stop being stupid. I was already well on the way to pulling my head out of my ass when she said that."

She sighed, bringing up her thumb to nibble on the fingernail.

"I was probably overreacting on my end, too," she admitted. "But I was heartbroken, and sad, and probably PMSing."

"Probably PMSing?" I challenged, standing up. "How is that a probably?"

"Okay, I'm not. At least not yet. But I will be soon," she revealed, also climbing to her feet. "I can feel my cramps coming on as we speak."

I grinned.

"I already said I'm sorry," I told her soberly. "What else do you want me to say?"

She went up on her tippy toes and placed her mouth to mine.

I took control of the kiss, tangling my tongue with hers, and moaned when she sucked my tongue into her mouth.

"Fuck me," she whispered against my lips.

I flipped her around by her hips, flipped her hair off her shoulders, and pushed her to her knees beside the bed.

Her panties were the first thing to go.

Moments later I had my cock lined up with her entrance.

Sinking inside of her, I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and moaned.

She felt amazing.

My memory didn't do her justice.

The hot feel of her surrounding my cock. The way she felt so slick, wet and ready for me. The way her muscles clenched tight on the tip of my cock, a feeling that traveled down the length of my shaft as I slowly sank myself completely inside of her.

It was better than anything I'd ever had before.

Naomi mewled, pushing back against me to force me to participate.

I, on the other hand, had frozen the moment I was completely inside of her. The moment all of that dewy heat surrounded me, my balls had risen up, threatened to empty with less than a thought.

"Don't move," I whispered out roughly.

She moved.

Lifting one leg up on the bed, she started to force herself back on me, despite my hand on her hips stilling her movements.



       
         
       
        

"If you don't start moving," she snarled quietly, "I'm going to get myself off."

Before she could so much as move her hand toward that pretty clit of hers, I had both of them in my grip, holding them high at her back.

"Can't do that when you can't move your hands," I grunted.

Her head fell, and those beautiful blonde curls slipped even further from the band at the nape of her neck.

I couldn't resist the urge to wrap my fingers around the silky mass.

The moment my fingers entwined with her hair, she stopped trying to writhe on my dick, and became so still that I was worried I had hurt her in some way.

"Naomi," I whispered.

"Please move," she whispered, sounding on the verge of crying. "I want you to move."

I moved.

Slow, at first, to try to control the urge to release into her body within the first half a thrust.

After realizing it was futile, that I was going to go anyway, I let go.

Using my grip on her hands and her hair, I forced her to take me, over and over again. My cock hit so deep inside of her that it bumped into her cervix with each powerful slam home.

The only thing holding her head up was my grip in her hair, but I didn't worry that I was hurting her. I had no doubt whatsoever that she'd tell me if I was, so I continued with my hold, keeping her head where I wanted it.

The fingers of both hands were clenched on tightly to my fingers and wrist, holding on the best way she could.

The leg she had up on the bed was giving me the backward force that I needed to keep her in place and allowed me to push so deeply inside of her that I wanted to bury myself there and never crawl my way back out again.

Our flesh met, slapping together so hard that we definitely weren't being as quiet as we should have been.

My balls started to draw up, still slapping against her mound with each plunge forward, and suddenly it all came crashing down.