Wanting It All: A Hellfire Riders MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 3) by Kati Wilde Read Free Book Online Page B

years. All these years of dating and all those disasters and all those nights of coming home to my empty bed, where I imagined that every dildo was Saxon’s cock, and every vibrator was his tongue against my clit. I thought that was pleasure, but compared to the reality of his touch those sensations were so faint, so nothing , and all at once everything that came before feels wasted and worthless.
    I was okay before this. Satisfied. Content.
    Knowing now what was missing, I never will be again. Not without him.
    That isn’t something I want to learn. The sudden pain in my heart lends a sharp edge to the pleasure, but even that is better than any pain before. My breath comes in desperate sobs. The inner muscles of my pussy ache from squeezing him tighter and tighter, my body winding higher with every slick thrust, every slide of his thumb over my clit. One finger-fuck in my brewery and I’m ruined, ruined, and I don’t even care why he wants me now. I just need him to fuck me harder.
    But he’s slowing a little. “You all right?”
    Before I can stop it my head shakes No , but for the wrong reason. He’s slowing, and I can’t bear it. I manage a breathless, “Don’t stop.”
    He doesn’t, but he’s still careful, still watching me, and his voice is rough and low. “Is this giving you bad times?”
    I know what he means. I don’t know if he saw exactly what Reichmann had done to me at that rally but he heard me testify in court, heard every detail of how the bastard had shoved his fingers into me and made me bleed.
    This isn’t the same. It could never be the same. But to even ask me whether it was, Saxon must have seen my pain. He must have worried.
    I shake my head and my response almost slips out. I’m sorry.
    But I’m not going to be sorry. Not ever again.
    And never sorry for this. No matter how much it ends up hurting. If I shatter, I can pick up the pieces later. But for now, I’ll take the pain in my heart, and love the sharp edges that make my whole body shake with ecstasy, with need as hard and as brilliant as a diamond.
    I’ll take it all and make it sharper. I look up at him, my chest rising on ragged breaths, my nipples reddened by the rough ministrations of his mouth. Boldly my hands cup my breasts, thumbs flicking over the taut peaks, and each little tease seems to tug on every nerve between the hardened tips and my drenched core.
    Saxon’s concern fades. Stark hunger replaces it.
    Another blunt finger slides in to join the first, thrusting deep. Helplessly I moan his name, assaulted by excruciating pleasure and the stinging burn of his invasion. I’m too full now. None of my toys stretch me like this—and none make me lift my hips, seeking more.
    “Like that, Jenny. Fuck. ” With one hand pumping into me, Saxon roughly grips my thigh and shoves my knee back toward my shoulder, spreading me wide. I’m still wearing my panties and the lace running between my legs is stretched tight alongside his penetrating fingers and soaked in my arousal. He watches his fingers sink into my clenching heat, his teeth gritted, his face a mask of tension. “Look at you. Not skittish. Just so fucking sexy—and so fucking tight. It’s going to take forever to work my cock all the way into you.”
    Denim is straining over the thick ridge of his erection. I need that hard length inside me. “Please, Saxon. Now.”
    My breathless plea is answered by a possessive growl and he leans in. He’s still holding my legs open, my booted ankle is over his shoulder, and as he bends over to claim my mouth the pressure of his weight between my thighs shoves his hand hard against me, into me. Hot and deep, he kisses me, and I’m trembling and on the edge when he lifts his head.
    “You’ll take all of me?” His fingers press deeper as he asks, and I cry out, pushing back against him. “Tell me, Jenny. You want my mouth, my hands, my cock?”
    I can only gasp “yes” and my fingers slide between us, because he’s