Romeo (Dark Knights MC/Blood Fury MC: Crossover)

Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

Now that was a fucking orgasm.

Romeo grinned against her very warm, very slick pussy.

Mission fucking accomplished. Now that it was, it was time to move on and get his own relief.

When he lifted his head, Madison appeared passed out, with her lax expression and limp body. She must have lost all control of herself.

Fuck yeah. He still had it. Not that it was ever in doubt. But for some reason, he needed to make sure Maddie was well-satisfied.

Did he want to ask himself why? Fuck no.

Did he ever give a fuck about leaving a woman satisfied? Not usually. But, again, for some reason, in his head, Maddie was different from his normal conquests.

She shouldn’t be. She should be like any other hole he wanted to plug.

It bugged the shit out of him that he put her in another category all together .

So what if he took her virginity? He didn’t owe her shit for that.

Sitting up on his knees, he raked his gaze over her. Even lying there lifeless, she was hot as fuck. And more than tempting. “Like that?”

Of fucking course she did. It was obvious.

Her eyes fluttered open and a soft smile curled the corners of her mouth. “It was okay.”

He huffed out, “Yeah, right. Had better then?”

Her brown eyes locked with his. “Do you want me to rate you?”

“By the looks of you, that was a solid ten.”

Her smile grew and she sat up, scraping her fingers through her hair to tame it back into place. “ Mmm .”

“You sayin’ it wasn’t?”

“Do you need validation? That makes you sound a bit insecure.”

He shook his head. “Don’t need shit.”

“That means you don’t need an answer.”

For fuck’s sake. Maddie must have turned into a smart ass in the last few years. He normally preferred women more compliant over one that had strong opinions. But then, this wasn’t long-term so he could deal with her mouth for the short period of time she’d be in his bed.

And if he got his ass moving, she’d be out of his bed sooner than later.

That was what he wanted, right?

He frowned.

“What’s the matter? Do you have a cramp or something?” she asked.

“If I did, guessin’ you can relieve it.” Especially with her being a physical therapist. She probably put her hands on all sorts of fucking people .

Including men.

He sucked on his teeth.

“I do have knowledge in that area. Show me where you’re tense.”

He sat up on his knees and pointed to his hard as fuck dick. “Only one fuckin’ way to fix that.”

“I can think of a few.”

“Only one that matters right now.”

“What are you waiting for, then?”

“You in a rush?”

“I’d like to get out of here at a decent hour,” she answered.

What the hell? “You got jokes.”

“I wasn’t joking. I have to work tomorrow.”

“Bang off.”

Her forehead wrinkled. “Bang off?”

“You know, call in sick.”

Her expression closed up. Fuck. It was time to take this to the next step and stop flapping their fucking gums before shit went south. Because if she left before he got to fuck her, he’d be pissed.

He crawled up her body until he was face to face with her. “You came here to forget about work. I almost fucked that up.”

She cupped his cheek and murmured, “Then do something to fix it.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice that you want my dick.”

Her expression smoothed out and her lips twitched with amusement. Dipping his head, he took possession of those very lips and slid the back of his fingers down her soft cheek and along her jawline before curling them around the front of her throat.

His thumb traced back and forth along her wildly pounding pulse. Whether that was from what they were doing now, or from her orgasm, he didn’t know.

He adjusted his hips until he was settled between her spread legs, then it hit him he didn’t put on a wrap.

Of course that was a goddamn requirement. He did not fuck any female without one. He didn’t give a shit if they claimed they were “taking care of it.” Fuck that. He had gone thirty-four years without having any crotch goblins and wasn’t planning on having any soon, either.

In fact, wrapping his dick up tight was one of the first things he usually thought about, no matter if it was a sweet butt or some strange. Maddie was neither, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to protect them both.

He was damn sure she wouldn’t want his kid and the fuck if he’d be bent about that fact. He wanted to fuck her, not produce spawn with her.

With a groan, he broke off the kiss.

Her brow furrowed. “Something wrong?”

“Need a wrap.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Fuck,” he grumbled, rolling over her and toward the edge of his king-sized bed. He hoped to fuck he had at least one left. He had used three the last time he had a couple of sweet butts fucking him in his bed and he forgot to check his supply afterward.

That was goddamn stupid. He should have wraps on auto-delivery. Doing that would be fucking cheaper than diapers and child support.

Ice slid down his spine at the thought of being financially responsible for a kid for a minimum of eighteen years.

He ripped open the top drawer of the old chest of drawers he used as a nightstand and blindly reached in, feeling around for the box .

He better have some left or this whole thing would be stalled. She’d leave and he’d be forced to take care of his release on his own. That would suck, when he currently had a willing, curvy woman waiting in his bed.

For fuck’s sake.

When his fingertips brushed against the box, his relief was short-lived. Worst scenario, it could be empty. Snagging it, he yanked it from the drawer, did a little prayer to the condom gods and peeked inside.

Thank fuck he had two more. He rolled one of those fuckers on as fast as possible since it was past time to ease his suffering…

Romeo rolled back over a patiently waiting Maddie and once again settled his hips between her thighs.

“Do you have your act together now?” Her brown eyes held a gleam.

“Again, you got jokes,” he grumbled.

“It wouldn’t have been funny if you didn’t have condoms.”

No truer fucking words. He might’ve actually shed a damn tear or two if this opportunity slipped through his fingers because of it.

But since that wasn’t the case, it was go time.

Fuuuuuck yeah.

Then it dawned on him that he’d been waiting for a second shot at Maddie ever since he executed the first one.

He finally had it within his fingertips, so he couldn’t fuck it up.

Goddamn it. Why the hell did he give a shit? The last time he cared about what a woman thought of him was when he was fifteen. Back then, instead of taking shots, he got shot down.

Then he matured. Bulked up. Grew a beard. Added a tattoo, or two, or twenty.

He also became a self-proclaimed badass.

Jesus , he was an asshole. He had a gorgeous woman naked beneath him and his damn thoughts were wandering.

Was he fucking broken? Would no women ever scratch all of his itches?

He mentally shook himself, grabbed his dick, lined it up and pulled in a breath. “Ready?”

“I’ve been, Rome. Not sure where you just went, but it seemed farther than that box of condoms.”

His answer was thrusting inside her.

When he hit the end of her, he paused, closed his eyes, and appreciated the warm, slick fist of her pussy.

Her legs wrapping around his hips had his eyelids lifting to see hers tightly shut.

Fuck that shit. She needed to know who was inside her and not be having some fantasy about some other man.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

When her eyelids lifted, her pupils were wide, her mouth slack and a flush ran up her chest and throat.

Her legs were long but not long enough to completely encompass his hips. She squeezed him tighter and pulled him deeper.

“Gonna fuckin’ start movin’ and when I do, probably ain’t gonna stop ’til I’m done,” he warned her.

“What about me?”

“Gonna make sure you’re done, too.”

“I’m okay with that, then.”

“Wasn’t askin’ your approval.”

She rolled her eyes and dug her heels into his thighs. “Well, you got it, anyway. Deal with it. Now fuck me like you mean it. ”

Damn.

He drove his fingers into her hair, dropped his head to pull her nipple into his mouth and he did what they both wanted… He moved.

With his knees drilled into the mattress, he began to power up and into her. He drove his dick home over and over.

He didn’t go slow. He wasn’t gentle. He didn’t treat her like she was delicate or breakable.

If she wanted fucked, she was getting fucked . He would treat her like anyone else landing in his damn bed. She was no fucking different.

She was no fucking different.

Her long, low moan had him lifting his eyes to meet hers since they were still open and focused on watching him suck on her tits.

Her flush had crept into her cheeks. Her eyes were unfocused. Through parted lips, she panted softly.

Fuck yeah , she liked it.

He pounded her a little harder to see if she could take it and continued to piston in and out of her like the machine he was. He slammed his dick so hard inside her, her whole body jerked from the impact.

She didn’t tell him to stop or slow down. Instead, she dug her fingernails deeper into his ass in encouragement.

This was totally different from the first time, when she was more tentative and inexperienced.

He was liking it, too.

But he also wasn’t.

How many times had she been fucked this hard? And by who?

He pushed that out of his head, reminding himself that this was only a one-time thing. She didn’t owe him shit and he owed her the same.

No strings. No chains. No goddamn cock cage.

Right?

Fuckin’-A right.