Nix: The Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club, Book 7.5 Read Online Free PDF Page B

unfastened my belt and jeans, and turned me around as he pushed my pants and panties down at the same time. I took my bellyband-holster off and put it — weapon and all — on a side table. I’d like to say I let him bend me over the sofa, but I’m pretty sure I bent over it without any coaxing.
    He didn’t finger me first, didn’t prepare me in any way for his cock — just shoved his thick length in and started fucking me, and it was exactly what I needed. Nix wasn’t worried about competing with Jinn, he was worried about giving me what I craved in that moment.
    And his cock was perfection — thick and hot and hard as fuck, he only pumped slow a few times, as if getting to know the landscape, and then he fucked me like an animal. I pressed my fists into the sofa cushion but it didn’t let me arch my back enough, so I grabbed one of the pillows and put it under my fists. The sofa moved across the floor as he pounded me deep and hard, but I wanted more and harder and faster — and the second I told him, he gave it to me. I reveled in the sound and feel of flesh against flesh as I braced myself and took what he gave me, and screamed my pleasure to the rooftops.
    With my jeans around my knees I couldn’t spread my legs, couldn’t fuck him back. I couldn’t reach back to touch him, and my only option to let him know how I felt was the vocal feedback he was getting through my moans, yelps, and screams. He sensed when I was about to come and he pounded me harder a few seconds before my world exploded in sensation as I screamed, writhed, and shuddered on the back of the sofa while his hips continued their rapid-fire rhythm. One minute my legs were mostly vertical and straight, and the next instant I was falling as the wood of the sofa splintered inside its fabric casing.
    Nix’s reflexes kicked in before we hit the floor, and he lifted me so my back was to his chest, and walked us to the edge of the room with his cock still inside me. “Hands on the wall.”
    My feet didn’t touch the floor as he held my hips and fucked me from behind, and I somehow kept my head from bashing into the sheetrock while my mind was consumed with overwhelming pleasure. Two orgasms later — mine, not his — he threw me over his shoulder and took me upstairs to his bedroom. I landed on my back on the bed and let him get my shoes and pants off, which he did in a handful of seconds and I could finally spread my legs and welcome him in.
    Now, I could connect with him, and I luxuriated in his heat as I wrapped my legs and arms around him, and we both groaned low as he sank back into me. His intense gaze drew me until I thought I’d drown in the depths, and when my next orgasm hit I could only open my mouth in a silent scream as my gaze stayed locked with his.
    I don’t know how many times I came, I only know he didn’t change our positions every time, as Jinn had. I hated that I was comparing them, but I loved that Nix could rock my world in ways Jinn hadn’t. This wasn’t about technique and finesse. It was raw, animal, beastial, feral.
    I stayed on my back, sometimes with my feet planted on the bed so I could fuck him back, and sometimes with my legs wrapped around him as he slid in and out of me. When he finally came, he did so while I was screaming my way through yet another release, and he let me see the intensity of his orgasm — his eyes open, his face an odd mix of tense and relaxed, and his energy wild.
    When he at last collapsed beside me and pulled me into his arms, his lips kissed my shoulder as he said, “Forgot the damned condom. Please tell me you’re on the pill. I think you melted my brain.”
    His arms moved with me as I gave a weak chuckle, and I marveled again at how safe I felt wrapped in his embrace when I should feel like the deer about to be eaten by the wolf. “Deer can only get pregnant when we’re in rut. I wouldn’t have let you in me without one if I could get pregnant.”
    “When does that