Noose (Road Kill MC #1)

Noose (Road Kill MC #1) by Marata Eros

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inside me, and I feel my pussy spasm over it, sucking and pulling the digit in a death grip.
    His low chuckle has my eyes snapping open.
    Then he stabs me in the middle of my clit with his tongue. My eyes slam shut as I come again, shattering as he holds me down on the table, my athletic gear hanging off an ankle from my dangling feet.
    Noose slowly stands and wipes the proof of my arousal off with the back of his hand. “Tasty.”
    Heat boils over me like a river of blisters, and I burst into tears.
    My pussy's still throbbing from his expert tongue, mouth, and lips. But I'm lying splayed out like a whore. I just let some guy I don't even know eat me out.
    I've never done that.
    Charlie's languishing at my parent's while I'm being a slut.
    What the fuck is wrong with me?
    Cool fingers run over my face then glide down my hips as I sob my heart out.
    Noose lifts me, cradling me into his body in a tight ball. I feel myself being held, walking where he takes me.
    We sit down somewhere, and I open my eyes.
    My lower half is naked, and one boob is oozing out of my double sports bra.
    His large hand palms the back of my skull. “Hey, was it something I said?” His lips quirk, and I start laughing.
    I can't stop. First tears, then this. Comic relief.
    Finally, when I've settled down to hiccups, I confess, “I'm so embarrassed.”
    “Don't be.” His restless fingers lightly graze over my forehead, eyelids, and cheeks. A single finger runs the length of my bottom lip, and I smell myself on him.
    My pussy gives a little squeeze, as though begging for more.
    He kisses my mouth. “Every sound you make is one I want to hear.”
    “I've never done that,” I say against his lips.
    His eyebrows rise. “Gonna have to clarify that, Rose. Never had anyone eat that delicious pussy of yours? Never?”
    My eyes shift to my bare pussy. My eyes rip up to his gaze again, light like glass and deep like smoke.
    They don't leave mine, pinning me just as surely as his arm did earlier.
    I can't take his penetrating gaze. “Both. All of it,” I say to my hands. “I've never had someone go down on me. Never done anything like this. Just—God—let you do that stuff to me, and I don't even know you.”
    Noose plows his fingers through his hair, clearly irritated. “Time to move past that. I told ya, I know you. I know everything I need to know.”
    I stare at him.
    His smile is wide but tense at the edges, as if he's suffering.
    Then I notice his hard-on is raging beneath me. “Oh!” I say, vaguely horrified.
    I shift.
    He groans. “You're killing me, Rose.”
    “I-I don't mean to”—my eyes flick to his—“kill you.”
    Noose's eyes hood. “ I think you mean to.”
    Oh boy . I shake my head.
    He flips me over onto my back. We're on a couch now. My legs fall open, and I don't try to hide.
    He's seen the whole show.
    Noose gazes down anyway, looking at everything his mouth just touched. His finger dives inside me, and I sigh.
    My eyes flutter shut. Oh God, please don't let him stop.
    Noose's finger works deep. “Why the tears, Rose?”
    My back arches, and pleasure churns, ready to spark.
    “I don't want t o… ” My eyes slit open.
    “Want to what?” Noose's body is covering mine, one strong arm holding him off me while his finger pumps deep inside.
    “Want to be like Anna,” I whisper miserably.
    The finger exits.
    His lips fall on mine like heated rain, petal soft, smooth, and insistent.
    “Who are you?” Noose asks.
    “Rose,” I answer.
    “You're the girl I want. Not some ghost.”
    I nod. There's no doubting I'm not my sister.
    And I'm not some slut, contrary to my recent behavior.
    Suddenly Noose backs off.
    His pants went somewhere, and his cock stands at rigid attention between his powerful legs.
    I didn't let the smoking fool me that he's not fit. I could see every hard inch of him through his clothes. There's not a soft piece on Noose. He's all man. All muscle.
    But his cock is too big. Too insistent.
    Noose takes

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