Off Limits: A Bedlam Butchers MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

fabric separating us, I’m going fucking wild at the feel of him. My body’s anticipating him sliding home, and I can’t wait.
    “You have gorgeous little tits,” he tells me, giving them another squeeze to emphasize the compliment. “Makes a man want to stick his cock between them and ride you until I come on your face.”
    He’s dirty talking to me, and oh God, it’s sexy as fuck. I whimper, rocking against his hands, his cock, anything I can do to let him know I’m ready now-now-now. “Condom,” I gasp.
    “Bed first,” he tells me, and his arms wrap around my waist and he carries me as if I weigh nothing. He pulls me into a nearby room and flings me down on the mattress.
    As soon as he does, I’m scrambling to get out of my jeans and soaked panties. As soon as I toss them onto the floor, I realize he’s getting undressed, too, though without the same urgency I show.
    Fine then, he needs a bit of encouragement? I can do that. I watch him undress, and I bite my lip, then slide a hand between my thighs and begin to touch my clit. I’m so wet that as I rub, my flesh is making slick noises. His nostrils flare, and I can tell he likes the view. I open my legs wider so he can have more to appreciate.
    He takes it for a different kind of invitation. He chucks his shorts and instead of climbing on top of me, he drops to his knees next to the bed and tugs my hips down toward him.
    Then, he buries his face between my thighs, into my dripping cunt.
    I cry out with pleasure as his mouth finds my clit. His tongue moves over it, circling like my fingers were, and my hands go to his hair, instead, so I can hold him there until I get off. It’s not going to take much; my thighs are already trembling with each stroke of his tongue.
    “Fuck, you taste good,” he tells me, and it makes me even more aroused. “And you’re so goddamn wet.”
    I want to tell him that I need this, need him, but I’m only capable of making incoherent little noises as he continues to suck and tease at my pussy. He licks the wet lips of my cunt and drags his mouth up and down. When he spears his tongue into the entrance of my cunt, though, I lose control. An orgasm blasts through my body, locking my muscles and tearing a scream from my throat.
    “Goddamn, you are hot, Lucky,” he tells me. He presses a kiss to my quivering flesh before getting to his feet and heading to a nearby nightstand. I watch in a daze as he pulls out a string of condoms, rips one off, and then tears it open. He smooths it on to the monster between his legs that I haven’t even had the chance to put my mouth on yet, and then returns to the bed. “On your stomach,” he tells me.
    I obey, even though I’m boneless and quivering at this point. Sexy Jell-o. That’s what I am. But I manage to flip over, and as soon as I do, he grabs my hips and hauls my ass into the air, then parts my knees. I obey, sinking down low onto the blankets and pressing my cheek there, so my ass raises into the air. My ass and my wet, wet cunt that needs to be filled up like, yesterday.
    “Now that is one sweet view,” Solo tells me, and his fingers glide over my spread pussy, slicking my juices everywhere and making me quiver uncontrollably. I’m still incredibly sensitive despite my recent orgasm, and I can feel another one is just on the cusp. I’ve always been extremely sensitive in bed, and I love a good multiple-orgasm. I’m hoping Solo realizes how primed I am and helps me along.
    He sinks a finger—no, wait, maybe it’s two—deep into my cunt and begins to pump them in and out. “Look how wet you are for me, Penny. You want my big thick cock in here? Filling up this sweet pussy of yours?”
    “God, yes,” I moan into the blankets. I’m clenching around his stroking fingers, full of need again, just like that. “Please, Eric, I need to be fucked.” I wiggle against his hand and spread my knees wider, trying to lift my ass into the air in supplication.
    In response, he pulls