I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC, #2)

by C.M. Stunich

This time, he takes me as hard and fast as he wants, no limits, no warm-up, just fast and frenzied fucking. His body is a comforting weight, pressing me into the mattress, making the old bed groan and creak. Crown grabs the edge of the headboard for leverage, slamming his hips into me, his muscles tightening as his breathing deepens and grows more ragged. He watches me, his eyes those of a starving man as he takes in my bouncing tits, my parted lips, my flushed face. With his right hand, he cups my left breast in a punishing grip, squeezing my nipple between the rough whorls of his fingertips. My back arches, pushing my body against his, melding us, blurring all of those hard lines that have been in place for years, those barriers, those mountains we’ve had to climb. “Fuck, Gidge,” he grinds out, and then his body is tensing and he’s pumping into me, filling me with his cum as I groan and writhe, wanting more, knowing that there will never be a time when I say that’s enough. Always, always I will want to be ruined by this man.