Giving It to the Bad Guy (Saints and Sinners MC Book 3) by Sam Crescent

so sure. His cock was big . Knife took his time, going past her tight ring of muscles before sliding inside her. His hands held onto her hips, and he pushed the last few inches inside her ass.
    “You’re tight, baby. We’re going to take this slowly.”
    He stayed still for a few seconds allowing her to get accustomed to the size of his cock. Closing her eyes, she kept hold of her ass, spreading herself for him. Even though there was slight pain, the pleasure made it worth it.
    “Your ass is squeezing me, Sarah. Are you ready for me to move?”
    “Yes.” She released the word with a moan, and Knife started to rock inside her at first. He took his time, thrusting his cock in and out of her.
    Knife slipped a hand between her thighs stroking over her clit.
    Only when she started to press back against his cock, did he start to take her a little harder, fucking her ass.
    She took over, teasing her clit, and Knife continued to fuck inside her ass. The pressure was out of this world, and it took her breath away.
    There was no pain, only pleasure, and she came apart on his cock, fingering her pussy at the same time. Knife grunted in her ear, and she felt his cock pulse jets of cum into the waiting condom. It was one of the most intense moments of her life, and she just knew without a shadow of a doubt, that her life was meant to be with him.
    ****
    Knife sat at the back of the warehouse on the raised bleachers watching the fight. Liam, one of the Saints and Sinners Prospects, was fighting with one of the college boys who liked to make a quick buck on the side. Shawl had no problem taking in college boy fighters, providing they could prove that they knew how to handle themselves.
    The warehouse was crawling with a lot of people, and he’d clocked a great many of the Saints and Sinners in the building. Like always, Saint was leaning against the changing room for his boy watching the fight with that bland expression he always wore.
    Pipe moved up to take a seat beside him. His Prez was usually by the main fighting ring, keeping shit locked tight. Knife spotted Shawl doing the job, and turned to look at Pipe. “What’s going on?” he asked.
    “Nothing. I’d say that college kid had a lot going for him,” Pipe said. “I’d take him on as a Prospect any day. Look at the way that kid moves.”
    Knife didn’t know the kid’s name, but he couldn’t deny the skill. Liam was easily matched.
    “I feel bad for the Saints’ kid. He’s getting a pummeling out there,” Pipe said.
    “What brings you here and not at the edge of the fight where you usually are?”
    “Just wanted to come and see how shit is going with Sarah. You’ve moved out of the clubhouse and even given your room up. I wanted to make sure my boy is okay?” Pipe slapped him on the shoulder.
    “I’m going to ask her to marry me.”
    “What the fuck?”
    “Yeah, I know, fucked up right? We’ve been living together for over two months, and she has been my entire world from the moment I met her. I’m not giving her up.”
    Ralf kept trying to win her over. There were many times he’d gone to Dirty Deeds only to discover that Ralf had taken her lunch. Obviously, it wasn’t her favorite, but the bastard kept trying. If only he could hate the fucker it would make life easier. He trusted Sarah completely. She no longer had any deep feeling for Ralf, but it still didn’t take away the fact she was once in love with him.
    You’re the one she’s wrapped around every single night.
    Sharing an apartment he’d had every intention of allowing her to have her privacy and independence at night. The one night he’d tried, he just couldn’t sleep. In the end, Sarah had come to him, climbing into bed, and cursing him for making it impossible for her to sleep without him.
    “Elena was telling me that she has never seen Sarah so happy. You’re doing something right.”
    “Ralf’s still sniffing around her.” Knife shook his head, hating that he was even worried