Blind Devotion (Page 20)

She squeezed his cock. A V formed between her eyebrows. “Why do you keep asking me if I want to stop?”

“I don’t want you to wake up in the morning and regret giving your cherry to a f**king ass**le. I’m not the kind of man you deserve.”

Her smile lit up her whole face, and Pussy felt himself falling. He’d seen women in the Chaos Bleeds and The Skulls MC sporting that same kind of expression. Lexie looked at Devil as if he could walk on water.

“You’re sweet. My sweet, bad-ass biker.” She moved her hand up and down his shaft, peeling back the skin. He groaned. “What’s the matter? Did I hurt you?”

She withdrew her hand.

“Everything you do is fine.” He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. “I’m going to need you to talk to me, tell me what you like.”

“I will.”

Stroking a finger down her face, he caressed over her breast. She was ripe for the plucking.

You’re going to be the first man in her life and the last.

Pussy stared down into her unseeing eyes and knew he wasn’t going to be able to let her go after this night. The last few months he’d been trying to catch the merest glimpse of her. He drove through town trying to avoid the places he’d seen her. His brothers would be at the diner, and he’d try not to look for her or stare at her when he did see her.

She’d become his hidden obsession.

Moving between her spread thighs, he glanced down at her shaved pu**y. “I’m going to lick and kiss every inch of your body.” He claimed her lips before she had a chance to comment. Caressing down her body, he fingered her br**sts, sliding his hands down to cup her cunt. He slipped a finger through her wet slit, feeling her wetness soak his finger.

Kissing down her neck, he licked over her pulse and flicked the tips of her ni**les with his tongue.

“Pussy?”

“Yes, baby.” He muttered the response against her body, loving the sound of his name on her lips.

“What … are … you … doing?” Each word came out on a gasp.

Dipping his tongue down into her belly button, he felt her body shake from the smallest of touches.

“I’m getting to know your body,” he said. He slipped between her open thighs and stared at her pu**y. “I’ve done an excellent job with your cunt.”

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Sasha cried out as he opened the lips of her sex. Fisting the blanket, she tried to bring focus to her crazy, blank world. Everything he did seemed highlighted by touch. There was nothing more for her to do other than hold on as he took her for a ride.

“So f**king pretty.”

Something wet, she guessed his tongue, slid through her slit. As quickly as he started, he pulled away. “This here.” He pressed his thumb against her. Pleasure took over her body. Arching up, she tried to thrust against his thumb as well as get away from him. “That’s your clit, and I’m going to flick my tongue over you until you come all over my mouth. I want to swallow your cum.”

“You weren’t lying about talking.”

“No, I wasn’t. I need you to tell me what you’re feeling, even if you moan out. Don’t keep any of those precious sounds away from me.”

“I won’t.” She wouldn’t dare deny him.

Everything he’d done to her body had been to give her pleasure.

She heard more movement, and then his tongue flicked her clit.

Crying out, she jerked on the bed. One of his hands pressed on her stomach. She covered his hand with her own trying to stop him from holding her down. Nothing stopped him from doing what he wanted to do. He held her down easily and ravished her pu**y. His tongue flicked, stroked, and lapped up her juices.

Fighting the pleasure was useless. Pussy was in control. All she could do was trust him as he took her down this path.

“Pussy?”

“I know, baby. Relax, let go, and I’ll be here to catch you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

She trusted him more than she trusted her own mother.

The pleasure built inside her. Letting out a gasp, she fisted her hands in the blankets and screamed as her release crashed into her. She thrashed on the bed, and Pussy held her down, stroking her clit.

“It’s too much,” she said.

“Let it take over. I’ve got you.”

Her release went on and on. Throughout it all, Pussy held her, comforted her. He continued to touch her, whisper endearments to her as she came down.

“There, baby,” he said, kissing her lips. She tasted her cream on his lips.

She ran her tongue over his lips.

“Do you like the taste of yourself?” he asked.

The taste didn’t offend her, and she shrugged. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for letting me taste your sweetness.” He slid his tongue into her mouth, and she opened her lips wider for him.

“Are you going to f**k me now?”

Sasha didn’t want him to forget or get turned off by her.

“I’ll grab the condom.”

“I wish I could see so I knew what you looked like.”

“I’m an ugly ass, baby. Believe me when I tell you that you’re a sucker for a talented tongue,” he said.

She chuckled. His good humor was one of the elements she loved about him.

Don’t say love. He doesn’t do love. She wouldn’t risk him not coming around anymore.

“I bet you’re hot,” she said.

“You’ve not been around enough men to know that.” The bed dipped again. “I’ve got the condom on. I’m not going to lie to you. This could hurt. I’ll go slow.” He rested between her thighs, and she hated not being able to see him. Reaching out, she touched his arms, and he pressed his body to her.

“I hate this,” she said.

“Baby.” He cupped her cheek. The tenderness of his touch wasn’t lost on her. “You not being able to see doesn’t bother me. Being able to see your face and knowing I’ve put that wonder and the smile on it means the world to me.” His lips grazed hers.

He jerked, and she felt the tip of his c**k press against her.

She gasped, and he slid his tongue into her mouth.

“There’s only you,” he said, slamming deep inside her.

Screaming at the explosion of pain, she gripped his arms as he held her hips. He didn’t move, but his head pressed to her forehead, holding her down.

“I’ve got you, Sasha. I’m not letting you go.”

“It hurts.”