His declaration shouldn’t have affected me the way it did. I probably should’ve been scared because Hack was part of the MC who’d killed David Clark. Upset by the fact that he’d just admitted to stalking me for the past six months. Worried that he’d moved all my stuff into his room while I slept.
But I wasn’t.
Maybe something was wrong with me because I liked how quickly things were moving between us. How he didn’t try to hide that he was into me: that he’d protect me, no matter what it took. Even if it meant making sacrifices for me.
I didn’t want Hack to have to wait any longer to get what he wanted. Throwing caution to the wind, I closed the distance between our mouths and whispered, “You’re what’s best for me now.”
I might’ve initiated the kiss, but Hack took over as soon as our lips touched. His tongue swept inside to tangle with mine, and he tilted my head back to deepen the kiss. By the time he nipped my bottom lip before lifting his head, I was panting in need. “I’ll be what’s best for you for-fucking-ever,” he vowed.
I twined my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands went under my butt to hold me in place, and his hard length pressed against my core. “Then don’t wait any longer. Make me yours.”
That was all the encouragement Hack needed. A deep growl rumbled up his chest as he carried me over to the bed. He tossed me onto the middle of the mattress and quickly followed me down. “I’ve spent every fucking second of every single day since I saw your picture, thinking about the moment I could finally lay claim to you.”
I tugged on his shirt to lift it over his head, making him chuckle. His lips were curved up in a cocky grin when I tossed it on the floor. “C’mon, hurry up. I don’t have patience like you do.”
“I’m well past the edge of my control, baby.” He quickly stripped me out of my shirt, bra, and jeans, leaving me in only my lace panties. “But I’m not going to rush this.” He moved down my body, sucking each of my nipples into his mouth before letting them go with a pop. Then he wedged his shoulders between my thighs. “Now that I finally have you where I want you, I’m going to take my time and make sure you enjoy this so much you’ll never want to leave my bed.”
He skimmed his cheek against the inside of my thigh, the prickle from his scruff sending goose bumps along my skin. “Yes, please.”
“Can’t fucking wait to hear you scream yes while I’m making you come.” He tugged my panties down my legs before hooking his arms under my thighs to spread them wider. He didn’t give me the chance to feel embarrassed about my nudity. His head dipped low, and he used his lips, teeth, and tongue to drive me to the edge. My head pressed against the mattress while my hips jerked up.
“The way you make me feel,” I whimpered, my hands threading through his hair to press his face closer to my pussy. “I had no idea anything could feel this good.”
“Come for me, and I’ll make it even better,” he growled before burying his tongue inside me. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and intense pleasure roared through my body as he flicked his thumb over my clit. My hips rocked against him, and I rode his face through my orgasm. When the shudders stopped and I melted against the mattress, Hack went up onto his knees and shoved his jeans down his legs. My eyes widened at the sight of his dick. It was long, thick, and hard. There was a drop of pre-come at the tip, and I licked my lips while wondering what he’d taste like. “I’m looking forward to having your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, but that’ll have to wait for a day when I have some fucking control so I don’t shoot down your throat the second I feel your wet mouth on me.”
I pouted up at him as he settled between my legs, but my lips formed a perfect O when the thick crown of his dick nudged my entrance, making me gasp. He notched it inside me, and my pussy clenched around the invasion. “Holy fuck,” he grunted. “Your pretty pussy is going to feel like a velvet fist gripping my cock.”
“Only if you fit,” I panted, my body bracing for the pain I knew was about to come.
He skimmed his palm up the back of my thigh and lifted my leg to press my knee close to my chest. “You were made to take my cock. Trust me, baby.”
“I do,” I whispered, wiggling my hips a little when he didn’t move any farther.
He pushed another inch inside me, and I froze. The pain wasn’t as bad as I expected, but then he reared back and thrust deep, tearing through the proof of my innocence and filling me all the way. Tears welled in my eyes, but then he pinched my clit, and I felt a jolt of electricity race through me. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good for saving that sweet cherry for me.”
He pulled back an inch, his finger still working my clit as he ground back against me.
“Hack,” I moaned.
He paused. “You call me Barrett, baby. Especially when I’m inside you.”
“More, Barrett,” I whispered, staring deep into his sexy brown eyes.
He smiled, seeming pleased by my response, then he
