The Skulls(33)

Climbing up the bed he pressed the finger he’d touched her with to her mouth. “Taste yourself.”

She opened her lips, sucking her cream from his finger.

“How do you taste?” he asked.

“Not as good as you,” she said.

He growled, pressing his lips to hers. “Soon I’m going to feast on your pussy, but until then I’m going to make you mine.”

Rearing back, Lash moved closer between her thighs, rubbing his cock through the slit of her pussy.

“Shouldn’t you wear a condom?” she asked.

Lash frowned. “I’m clean, and I know you are.”

“I’ve never been with a guy, so I’m not on the pill.” She licked her lips, staring at him.

“So?” He waited for her to elaborate further.

“I could get pregnant,” she said.

He smiled, rubbing his cock through her slit, coating him with her cream. Lash was larger than she was, but it felt right. He didn’t feel like she was going to break on him.

“I don’t care,” he said, claiming her lips once again.

With his hand between their bodies, he guided his cock to her entrance. Slamming his tongue into her mouth, he distracted her enough to align his cock with her cunt and thrust deep inside her.

Angel’s eyes opened wide, and she tried to push him away. Lash held her flailing arms over her head to stop her from hurting him or herself.

He broke the kiss, feeling her pussy ripple around him.

She whimpered, and tears filled her eyes. “You’re hurting me. You’re too big. Please, stop.”

“I’m not too big. Just give it a second.”

She shook her head, but there was no way Lash could leave her. He was bigger than she was, but the first time always hurt for a woman. Lash made sure he stayed perfectly still within her.

“You’re hurting me. You promised not to hurt me.”

“The first time hurts for every woman.” He stared down in her face refusing to break contact. Her lips wobbled, and tears left the corner of her eyes.

“I want you to get off me.”

Biting his lip, Lash swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Give it a couple of minutes, and if it still hurts I’ll stop. This is supposed to happen.”

Lash prayed to God she wasn’t in pain, and if she was, he prayed again that he’d have the strength to stop.

“I’m going to let go of your hands, okay. You can touch me all you want. Just don’t fight me, okay?”

“I won’t fight you.”

He released her hands and held himself off her body but so he was joined with his cock inside her.

She didn’t fight him or reach out to touch him. He teased with the ends of her chestnut hair, waiting for her to speak.

Her hands lay where he’d left them. Leaning on one hand, he wiped the tears from her face. “You shouldn’t be crying.”

He hoped to God he hadn’t fucked this up. The last thing he wanted to do was force her, but he felt like he was doing exactly that with making her wait and see if she was still in pain.

Slowly, the tears subsided, and Angel raised her hand to his face. She stroked his cheek, and he knew she was feeling the stubble on his face and chin. Her touch moved to the left side of his face, and her fingers were tracing his scar.

“How did you get this scar?” she asked.

“A fight with the Lions. He used a piece of glass on my face.”

“Did you kick his ass?” She stared at the scar, and he saw the frown on her face.

“I beat the shit out of him, and he landed in jail for using the same piece of glass on an officer.”

Her gaze met his. “I’m glad. I don’t like the thought of anyone hurting you.”

“Most of the time the bruises will fade, and you’ll have nothing to worry about.”

“I’m not worried about me, Lash. I’m worried about you. What happens if next time you’re not able to get away? I would hate for you to be hurt.” She dropped her hand to his chest. His heart beat rapidly against his chest.

“I’m a strong man and quick. The club is part of who I am, and I help protect it.”

“Don’t risk your life for it, Lash. Please,” she said, begging him.

Angel didn’t even know he’d risk his life for her.

“Baby, you know my cock is inside you right now, and you’re wanting a serious conversation?” he asked, trying to make light.

“You’ve taken my virginity,” she said, catching him off guard.

“Yes, I have.” His cock pulsed realising he’d deflowered his woman. No other man was ever going to know the pleasure or feel of her tight cunt. Only him.

“You’re happy about that,” she said.