Page 41 of Shamelessly Loyal

For his part, Pretty Boy genuinely didn’t know what to do about her. It was like he floundered, out of his depth, where she was concerned. Of course, when Adam made an appearance at the clubhouse, Pretty Boy hauled me out of there before I even got to say two words to him.

Regret stabbed at me on that particular subject. At the same time, I wasn’t even sure what to say to Adam at this point. With the exception of the nights I slept with Em, and Rome came in to sleep on her other side, I’d been in Pretty Boy’s bed every night.

The sex was….better. The soreness was still there, but I didn’t think I would ever get used to that steel iron he wielded in his dick. Not that I was complaining.

Much.

Emersyn had been curious, but then she’d also given me privacy. Watching the other guys with her, there was no mistaking the deep love and affection surrounding her. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure why it was on my mind but sleep had been elusive most of the night.

“What’s wrong?” Pretty Boy asked, the bristle from his stubble scraping over my shoulder. I’d been alone when I went to bed, and I hadn’t noticed when he came in. At the same time, there was comfort in the way he folded around me.

That, and he always slept between me and the door. I didn’t ask; it seemed to be something he required.

“Nothing,” I said, more because I wasn’t sure why I was worrying at the moment. He stroked a hand up over my chest to my head, and then he fisted my hair. The tug lit up my scalp, even as he rubbed his erection against my ass. Despite how turned-on he was and the liquid heat unfurling in me, he never took anything without asking.

Every. Single. Time.

“What do you need then?”

Oh, I shuddered as he mouthed kisses over my shoulder. Then he delved his free hand between my thighs. Tracing circles around my clit even as he locked a leg over mine so I couldn’t go anywhere.

“That’s nice,” I exhaled on a shudder.

“Do you need nice?”

Did I?

I clenched my thighs around his hand. He worked one finger inside me even with my tightness and then he scraped his teeth over my pulse point as he controlled my head with his fist in my hair.

“Pretty Boy,” I groaned. “I need you…hard and fast…like that first time.”

It was all I had to say before he rolled me over onto my stomach and then my ass was in the air. I wasn’t ready for his mouth to press up against my pussy or his tongue to invade. I was already soaked and he let out a groan that shivered through me.

Nonetheless, he didn’t take any time straightening to line up his cock, and then he drove it in to me. I slammed my fist against the bed at how hot and hard he felt inside me.

“Yes?” He stilled, impaling me on that glorious cock with his hand flat against my back.

“Yes,” I moaned. “All the yes…fuck me, Pretty Boy. I want to feel you for days.”

Wanted to feel him even when I needed to go, because the clock on my time here was rapidly dwindling down. He took me at my word, his powerful thrusts shoved me up on the bed, even as his hands on my hips kept dragging me back to him.

I pulsed around him, my inner muscles desperate to clamp down on his thick cock.

“Fuck.” The word rode a ragged breath out of him. “Your cunt is the hottest, sexiest fucking thing, Mayhem. I can feel you squeezing me. I never want to leave this cunt. I want to fill you over and over.”

It was what I wanted too.

“Then there are these breasts. Your nipples are like beaded little raspberries, red and stiff. Almost as sweet as you, only so much better.” The slap of his skin against mine just added another layer as he cupped my breasts and dragged me upward until my back was to his chest.

I tilted my head back, and then his mouth swooped down to claim my lips. The kiss tasted like fire. The stubble on his face scraped my cheeks. Everywhere we touched, I was on the edge between pleasure and pain, even in my pussy.

Maybe especially there. He was so big, his thrusts so hard, and then he seemed to strike that spot as he rubbed two callused fingers against my clit and I screamed into his mouth.

I bucked, it was too much. Far too much. Then he replaced his fingers with a little vibe, and I lost it. There was no controlling my reaction as I came. He kept stretching me out around him as he thrust until his own pace staggered, the uneven movements giving way to the hot jets of cum filling me.

We collapsed to the bed, panting together. It was the first time he came inside me without a condom. The thought registered as I kept spasming around him. He let out a little harsh exhale each time I squeezed him.

“I fucked up,” he said with a groan.