The Soldiers of Wrath MC 1 Owned by the Bastard by Sam Crescent, Jenika Snow Page B

you, smell you, memorize every part of you, but I wouldn’t have taken it any farther, Deanna,” Demon groaned against her lips. “I would have never taken something from you that wasn’t freely offered, but I wanted to be able to feel your soft skin, especially after tonight.” He slammed his mouth down on hers harder, and shoved a thick finger into her pussy. She arched her back and cried out. She wasn’t a virgin, but she also hadn’t been with a man in a while, and Demon had thick, long fingers. It was surprising the feel of herself being stretched by his fingers alone, but God, did it feel good.
    Everything seemed to go fast and quick, but she was more than ready to put everything else behind her, and just feel Demon. He started kissing her neck, her collarbones, moved along her breasts, and sucked at the stiff peaks right through her shirt. For several long moments that was all he did, pump his finger into her and suck and bite at her nipple. And then before she knew what was happening he was removing his finger from her body. There she was, lying on this hardcore biker’s bed, stark naked, dripping wet with her arousal, and unable to hold in her moan.
    “You want my hands on you, my tongue along your flesh, and my cock deep in your hot little cunt, Deanna?” Demon groaned out, and she couldn’t answer. She just nodded, panted for breath, and gripped the sheets beneath her.
    He moved between her thighs, wedged his broad shoulders between her legs, placed both his hands under her ass, and lifted her to his waiting mouth. Their eyes locked for a heartbeat. The feel of his warm breath skating across her pussy could have made her come right then. He smirked, a hard slash across his mouth that was not one of amusement. He knew the effect he had on her and he was relishing in it.
    And then he started licking her, lapping at her pussy like he was starving and her cream was the only thing that could sate him.
    The feel of his tongue on her exposed flesh had her eyes involuntarily closing. He used that muscle to run up her center, sucking her wetness off and causing more to come. Demon was so incredibly slow with his ministrations that she found herself pressing closer to him, trying to tempt him to give her more. On any other occasion she might have been mortified by her actions, but pressing her pussy harder against his face, trying to have him lick and suck at her harder seemed so logical at the moment. And when she felt her orgasm start to climb, he pulled back, leaving her bereft. She opened her eyes and blinked several times. The arousal still pounded through her bloodstream, crying out for more.
    “Put your arms above your head and keep them there.” His tone brooked no argument, and she knew she had no intentions of denying him. Deanna needed this, needed him to control the situation because right now she felt like her life was out of control.
    She did as he asked because she knew she needed his mouth back on her now. He moved back between her legs and resumed licking her. He moved his tongue up and down her slit, teasing her clit on the upstroke, and pressing minutely into her hole on the down stroke. She was so close to getting off. He was torturously slow, bringing her close to climax but not exerting enough pressure to actually bring her over the edge. Perspiration started to coat Deanna’s flesh.
    “Your cunt tastes so good, and you’re so fucking wet for me, sloppy even, baby.”
    Her fingers hurt from the strain of keeping them together. All she wanted to do was grip his head and shove it more deeply into her pussy. And the erotic, filthy words he said to her had her crying out for more, unashamedly begging him.
    “Please, Demon. Please let me come, give me this, and I’ll be yours.” God, those words came out of her, and she couldn’t have stopped them if she tried. Would he think what she said was her declaration that she really wanted this life? Could she want this life with a biker and his