I wasn't sure what the hell he was talking about, I'd never done anything like that in my life.
My * burned like never before. My hips bobbed up and down on his. I started grunting too, so rough and shallow I barely recognized my own voice, the animal need throbbing through every limb.
“Skin – yes! Let's come together. I want to feel you burst so bad.”
His sharp breath mingled with a low laugh when he heard me whimper the last two words. His cock slowed while his fingers moved faster, and his teeth sank into my neck.
I felt like I had a rocket between my legs, or a dam about to burst. The harsh blood tearing through me became a torrent, something I couldn't hold back, no matter how hard I tried.
My knees started shaking. It didn't stop me from bucking as hard as I could, riding his cock, fucking him just like a whore for the first time in my miserable life.
I'd been forced to sell myself to those other men. I hadn't really enjoyed sex with anyone before Skin. I'd been too self-conscious, too focused on what they could do to me, or too scared, just wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible.
With the biker sinking his teeth into my neck, marking me, all of that faded. It died in the explosive urge to please him, to feel him fused to me in the height of my own pleasure.
I had to let go.
“Come the fuck on, Meg. Stop holding back. Your little *'s gonna soak every damn inch of me when I fill you, right?'
I couldn't answer him at first. I was right on the verge – if only he'd give me something more, add his body pounding strokes to mine, spill his seed inside me.
His hand jerked my hair, pulling my ear to his lips. “I asked you a fucking question. Answer me, babe!”
“Yes,” I hissed, barely a whisper.
His cock sped up. Shit.
So. Fucking. Close.
“You feel that fire building between your legs?” He growled. “You're gonna give it all to me. I'm gonna walk you through the damned mountains dripping me when we're done. You're my old lady, my girl forever, and you're coming for me anytime I ask. Got it?”
“Yes!”
“Fuck yeah, you do.”
Yeah, I did.
His hold on my body tightened. His cock sped up, hammering into me with the full force of his hips, all the masculine strength he had focused around my clit.
The tension building around my womb went off like dynamite, ripping me in two.
I shuddered, I screamed, I think I blacked out for a few insane seconds in the throbbing inferno consuming me.
My * completely lost control, and I could feel myself gushing all over him, adding my wetness to his as he stroked deep, buried himself with a roar, and erupted.
Skin never stopped fucking me through our blinding climax. His cock thrust in and out while he buried his seed, adding more heat than I could handle, making me come so hard my fucking heart stopped.
With other men, there was fucking. Then there was this, whatever it was.
No filthy word seemed fit to do justice to the wild cascade he'd ignited in my body, burning me down.
I gasped, desperate to refill my starving lungs, when I finally came down from the frenzy. Skin held me tight and stroked my hair. He hadn't gone soft. He held his cock inside me, enjoying my warmth, our heartbeats dancing as one.
“You believe in destiny, babe?”
Jesus. He asked me a question that deep when my head was still buzzing from the sex? I laughed and shook my head.
“Don't think so. I'm a free will kinda girl, or that's what I remember from the philosophy course I took freshman year.”
“Too bad. Stick with me, and I'll make a believer outta you. I knew we were meant to be from the second I gave you my ring.” Skin grinned, but his eyes were deadly serious.
They poured a little more crazed, masculine energy into me every time I looked at him.
I grabbed his fingers, feeling the precious hand-me-down I'd kept while I waited for my rescue. It was so warm, holding a little of his heat. I missed having it on my hand.
“I know you like that shit,” he growled, stopping to kiss the fresh hickeys he'd left on my neck. “Hang on just a little longer. You think my ring felt good on you before, I'll have to give you CPR to make sure you don't die on me when I give you a pretty new one.”
My body jolted. Was he talking about marriage?
It didn't surprise me. This old lady branding thing felt like I'd taken on something deeper than a proposal, crazier than ordinary wedding vows.
I'd told him I was ready, and I meant it. My whole body jerked, mad excitement rushing through me. We kissed again, and my hips started to move, stroking up and down on the hardness still in me.
I didn't believe in destiny. Not yet. I could back out if I wanted to, I didn't have to be an outlaw's bride.
But by the time I began moaning and clenching on his length all over again, I couldn't imagine anything else.
I couldn't wear him down. My legs burned like fire by the time we were heading back to his cabin that evening, and not just from all the hiking.