Page 51 of Under Kid’s Protection

Kid desired Carrie. He craved her like a starving man did steak. He needed to be inside her as much as he had to inhale his next breath.

While he worked on divesting himself of his T-shirt and jeans, she untied her shawl and tugged off her gloves. She had on far more layers than he did. However, instead of assisting in her disrobing, he wrapped his fist around his cock and stroked himself slowly, watching her remove one item after the other.

Carrie was a magnificent creature. Even the act of her frantically getting naked felt like a sensual dance. If she ever wanted to be a stripper, she’d make bank.

His eye twitched at his own thought.

No.

Carrie would never do that. Not for strangers anyway. Maybe he should get a pole in his room at the clubhouse.

No!

This was it. He had to let her go. She should be free. There would be no more hooking up with her after this. She deserved better than him.

When she threw the red leotard to the side, he pounced. Yanking her thighs wide, he positioned himself between them. Wide-eyed, she flopped back onto the bed.

Were he a better man, he would eat her out. Savor the taste of her sweet cunt one last time. Were he a man capable of tenderness, he’d warm her up—finger her to prepare her for the pounding he’d unleash upon her. Kid wasn’t any of that. He was a jackass criminal outlaw biker. He took what he wanted, when he wanted.

Right now, he needed Carrie.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he positioned the head of his swollen, dripping cock at her entrance and thrust forward into her warm, wet tightness. The two of them groaned and shuddered.

Placing his palms over her breasts, he dug his fingers into her flesh and fucked her hard. He withdrew his cock and slammed it home again and again without a hint of restraint. Had he not been holding on to her, she would’ve shifted up the bed. Good thing he had a decent grip.

She panted wildly as he thrust into her without mercy. Her head flung side to side as she whimpered in passion. In the months he’d spent with her, he learned to interpret every sound she made. There was a difference between the whine of her in pain and the wail of her desire. She was just as lost in the hedonism of their fucking as he was.

To reward her, he slid his hand down her belly. His fingers traveled through her curls, over the offensive scorpion tattoo, and his thumb dipped between her lower lips. Circling it, he applied gentle pressure to her clit.

Carrie threw her head back and arched her spine, changing the angle of his penetration. Her pussy tightened around him, squeezing the life out of him. His breath hitched, and his toes curled, but he kept going despite his knees threatening to give out. Nothing could stop him.

“Good girl,” he said through clenched teeth. “Come for me, my fiery little phoenix.”

Her walls pulsed around him as he drove into her over and over again. Kid dropped his head and ground his teeth. He didn’t want this to end, but the way her cunt clamped down on him as she screamed through her orgasm was too much.

Kid wasn’t far behind her. His heavy balls tightened, and just as her cries softened, he roared through his own release. Pulsing deep inside her, his dick exploded as he collapsed over her body, unable to breathe.

His head rested beside hers, and she wrapped her arms around him while he rode the wave of his release and continued to futilely rock his hips, thrusting into her. Fireworks popped along his spine as her fingers trailed upward and tangled into his hair.

She murmured sweet words that he couldn’t understand in his ear, but he felt them. Whatever she said cradled his heart, melting the icy shield he’d erected around it. Carrie touched him so intimately his eyes watered with emotions he didn’t know he had.

Blinking them away, he nuzzled against her neck, kissing and sucking her salty, sweaty flesh. He’d never tasted anything as delicious as Carrie after her orgasm. He was an addict who couldn’t get enough.

If she let him, he’d never get up. He’d never leave.

But he had to.

This had to be the last time.

Kid wasn’t good for her. Carrie deserved better than a criminal biker who would wind up dead before his thirtieth birthday.

With a groan, he rolled off her reluctantly. The longer he stayed, the harder it would be to move on. Now or never.

The heat of her gaze bored into his back as he tugged his jeans up his legs. He didn’t want to see the expression on her face. What if she was disappointed? Hurt? Betrayed?

What would he do? There was no way he could handle the guilt of inflicting that onto her. She’d been through far too much already. This had to end today.

Lifting his head, he stared at the ceiling as he pulled up his zipper, buttoned his pants, and worked his belt. Could he walk out without speaking? That wouldn’t be rude. Right? What more needed to be said? They’d agreed in the beginning this wasn’t a thing. She’d made it clear.