His Young Queen: (Steel Jackals MC #1) by Tiff P. Raine

rushed back, sharp and unrelenting.
    “Who am I, Tish?”
    Right then she knew she couldn’t resist. What was the harm in giving in to him when his reasons for wanting the title had been nothing like what she’d imagined? Maybe she could whisper it, and it wouldn’t seem so strange.
    But as she opened her mouth to beg her master to finish her, he sent her spiraling by rubbing through her wetness and gently sliding two of his thick fingers deep inside her. “Who?” he repeated.
    “Oh, my God! Finally!” She gripped her knees and threw her head back as her pussy clamped down. “Fuck me. Fuck me with them! Please!”
    “Who do you want to fuck you, Tish?” he demanded.
    “You, goddammit! Only you! You own me, okay? You know you do! Yes!” she wailed as he rewarded her by pumping hard into her. “G-god damn… Please, fuck me, Josh. I need to come so badly.”
    “Aw, Christ.” In the next second, she found herself empty again as she was wrenched from her high seat and thrown onto her bed. Josh positioned her on her hands and knees. “Drop that chest down. I want this ass in the air. Now,” he commanded as he gifted her right ass cheek a sound smack that stung.
    She cried out in surprise, and as her core pulsed in a delicious wave from the spank, she did as told. She hissed when she felt him use the perfect amount of pressure to slide his thumb from the wet rosebud of her ass to her over-sensitive clit.
    Then to her utter shock and disbelief, that magical digit disappeared, and he did nothing. Long seconds ticked by, and then he was grinding out a round of curses and she felt the mattress shift and still. She looked back without taking her cheek from her pillow to see him at her dresser scooping up his cut and going to the door! He stood there with his hand on the knob, his body stiff as a board, the tattoos all over his broad back rippling as though alive.
    “Josh Sylvan! Get back here!”
    He gave a tortured groan and shook his head hard enough to let her know he was trying to clear it. “Can’t do it like this. It’s backward.” She barely understood him, and when she realized why, she nearly came right then. He’d been sucking on his fingers. “I gotta get the hell away from you before I fuck you like a wild animal. I’ll hurt you, Tish. I’ll hurt you because I don’t have enough of a mind left to give a shit that this is your first time, and that’s fuckin’ wrong, too.”
    Too? she thought as he turned slowly. He thought what they were doing was wrong?
    When he came around, his chin was down near his heaving chest, his eyes were otherworldly bright as they locked on her, still open to him in the position he’d requested. “I want to consume your virginity. I want to eat it out of you. My cock wants to rip through it and absorb it because it’s all fuckin’ mine. Do you get that? Every part of you will belong to me once I’ve had you. Every part. And I will not make this memory a bad one for you. Not for either of us. I won’t.”
    Then he did it to her again. He slammed out of the room, and a second later, out of the house.
    Tish fell to her side and burst into frustrated, furious tears. “I want you to do all of that!” she cried as her body trembled with a desire she wasn’t sure could ever be sated.
    She lay there alone for what felt like forever, confused, wired, and finally, unable to stand it anymore, she crawled over and dragged her wand out from its hiding place on the bottom shelf of her nightstand. As she fell back against her cold pillows and a muted buzz filled the room, fresh tears fell. She held the rubber head to her clit, and the heavy vibration gave her orgasm after orgasm, and through them all, Tish relived every touch and every dirty word Josh had uttered. Even though it had ended like this, tonight had still been one of the most amazing of her life.
    If only he’d stayed, she thought as she finally went limp and quiet filled the room when she pressed the off switch