Steel My Soul (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Sons of Steel Motorcycle Club Book 4) Read Online Free PDF Page B

whispered, watching him unroll the condom onto his dick. "You want some help with that?"
    "Nah," he smiled. "I don't want to waste any time when I could be inside of you."
    "Then get in there," I urged, spreading my legs.
    He looked up at me. "Fuck," was all he said, shaking his head. He positioned himself above me, pressing upward, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him inside.
    We groaned together. "Fuck," he repeated, beginning to move his hips. "Shit, you're tight."
    "Been a while," I groaned, wrapping my arms around his neck.
    He sank his lips to my breasts, nipping lightly at the tightly puckered peaks. "That's hard to believe. Fuck," he repeated.
    He curled his tongue around my breast, drawing the skin upward with a slight drag of his teeth. I hissed into his shoulder and I heard the smile in his voice. "You like it when it hurts a little, don't you Gabi?"
    I didn't know this about myself. There were a lot of things I was finding out about myself tonight, the first being that I was capable of picking up the sexiest, badass biker in the bar and bringing him home with me.
    The second was that I liked fucking the way Crash fucked. He was dirty, he was raw, he was noisy as hell, groaning and moaning and swearing under his breath. He liked to alternate between fucking me hard and fast, and then slowing things down right when I felt him reach the edge.
    He had me panting, gasping. I felt like I was standing outside myself somehow, maybe floating above. I sank my teeth into the skin of his shoulder, holding on as he fucked into me like a jackhammer, and I screamed out his name. "Say it again," he grunted.
    "What?"
    "Say my name while I play with your clit."
    "Unh," I moaned, watching him back up, his thrusts shallow and slow. The glisten of sweat started to collect across his abs.  I could barely form words enough to say, "Crash."
    "Good girl," he smiled, and pressed his thumb to my clit again. As he thrust into me, he rubbed my clit in rhythm. "God that's fucking good, Gabi, Christ I could do this all night. Come for me again, baby, I want to feel your pussy clamp down on my cock."
    The way he said it was like a direct order. My body began to flutter, my breath coming in short gasps. He watched with hooded eyes, his lips parted ,glistening and wet, "yeah, that's it, I feel you coming baby, do you know that? I can feel you getting all tight and hot, and fuck, that's good, yes, just let go baby girl, I've got you, I've got you."
    There was a little hitch, a strangled gasp at the edge of his words, like he was just barely clinging on to control. When I came, it was like a freight train. I exploded, shattered, fell into a million pieces and blew away on the wind. "Fuck," I heard his ragged gasp, and then he collapsed on top of me, his hips pumping furiously as he spent himself with a roar. I clung to him as my orgasm went on and on, holding him in place, pleading with my body for him not to go.
    When he fell to my side, gasping, I stared up at the ceiling, utterly wrecked. I felt wrung out and hollow, little shockwaves still fluttering through me. I felt the mattress dip and creak as he stood up unsteadily and padded barefoot across my floor. I rolled to the side, cold without his warm body on top of mine.
    "Damn," I heard him say from the bathroom. There was a quick run of the tap, and then the doorway darkened. "Gabi?"  he called softly into the dark.
    I stretched and closed my eyes, ready to purr I was so sated. "Hmmm?"
    He laughed softly. "Thought you fell asleep on me." He padded naked to my bedside, moonlight deepening the shadows on his body. "Here, doll," he extended a warm washcloth to me.
    I was touched by the gesture even as I blushed at the implication. Wordlessly I took the cloth and pressed it between my thighs, mopping up the tidal wave of desire that had soaked me inside and out. "Thanks," I muttered into my pillow.  "That was sweet."
    "Least I could do," he chuckled, as my eyes fluttered closed.