An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(41)

Harlee ran her hand up my cut to my neck. Then to my face. Her nails scratching into the scruff on my face.

She shook her head. “She’s stupid.”

I grinned. “No. She was smart. She’s a partner in that law firm now. She’s clearing six figures a year, is married, and even has two kids. A good and simple life. The only memory she has is that set of angel wings on her lower back. Her tramp stamp.”

“I’m sorry, Trent,” Harlee said. “I didn’t know any of that. Is that why you’re so mean?”

“No. I’m mean because I don’t give a f*ck about anything. I live in my own world of justice and I know what it means to live outlaw. I’m mean because the MC tries hard to keep everyone safe and nobody gets it. I’m mean…” I grabbed Harlee’s hand and tore it off my face. “… because you broke into this world and I keep saving you.”

Harlee reached forward with her other hand and touched between my legs. My cock had already been swelling up watching her tight ass try and walk away from me. Now her touch made me rock hard.

“I’ll make it up to you,” she whispered.

She moved to her toes and placed her lips to my neck and kissed me.

I then grabbed her ass and lifted her up, turning, and walking into the bedroom.

If she wanted it that bad… she was going to f*cking get it…

**

Harlee unclipped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her back faced me and she was fully nude. Her ass was perfect, the natural curve of her hips making my hands ball up into fists with pent up need.

I stood wearing nothing but my damn jeans, my cock uncomfortably pressing against them.

I stepped up behind Harlee and touched her sides. Her skin was warm and soft. There was a broken innocence about her and that’s what I think I found most addicting. She was hurt but she still didn’t understand everything.

My hands slid around and up until I was cupping her breasts. She put her arms up and grabbed at my hair, pulling me to her. She turned her head and we started to kiss. There was no f*cking holding back anymore. My tongue explored her mouth as though it was her *. Christ, I couldn’t remember the last time I cared so much about kissing a woman. Her nails dug into my face and my hands dug into her supple breasts.

I slid my hands down to her stomach and broke the kiss, staring down at her tits. They were so full, creamy skin, rose pink nipples that were pointing straight out. I lowered my mouth to her neck and tasted her. I kissed a line to her shoulder and grazed my teeth on her skin.

Harlee reached back and pushed at my jeans, opening them, sliding them down, letting my cock pop free. Both her hands grabbed at me, trying to control the other monster I possessed. As she stroked me, I groaned, but I pulled myself back. I had already felt her hands and her mouth. I had already come on her.

Now I wanted to be inside her.

I pushed her to bed and she let out a yell. She climbed on the bed, her ass jutting out at me. It was just like the last time but the ending would be very different.

I got right up behind her, my right hand cutting between her legs, feeling her soft and wet flower, two fingers cutting inside that *, feeling how tight she was.

I gritted my teeth, knowing something that tight was going to make it hard for me not to thrust and come.

I held my cock tight and pressed against her slit. Her hands were flat on the bed, her back arched, staring back at me. I put my right hand to her ass and pulled at her, my thumb touching the outside of her *, opening her.

When I thrust forward, she let out a cry. My cock started to slide into her. Her * gripped tight but welcomed me. I inched in more and more, about halfway, and then stopped. I slowly pulled back, watching my dick glisten from her sweet honey spreading on my shaft. I put my hands on her hips and held tight, just like I envisioned from the second I met Harlee. I looked forward and our eyes met. Goddammit, it was like someone punched me in the gut and heart at the same time.

I couldn’t take the way she made me feel.

So I pulled at her hips and thrust forward, ripping her wide open for my cock.

I buried myself deep into that sweet * and held there. I felt Harlee try to buck forward, needing relief, but she wasn’t going to get any from me. I quickly pulled back and thrust again.

It took me three more hard f*cks to settle in on her beautiful body. She lowered her chest down to the bed, lifting her ass up even more for me, giving me plenty to work with. Her * sheathed me tight but was just forgiving enough to let me f*ck her. The sight and sound was nothing compared to the feeling.

Each time I thrust forward, she would rock forward and let out a whimper.

I placed my hands to her ass and pulled completely out of her body. I stared at her pink center, her thin and tender folds curled open, her hole puckering, begging for more.

I climbed up on the bed and slapped the bottom of my shaft on her ass and reached around, two fingers digging at her clit. Harlee rocked her hips and let out a yell.

“Up, now,” I ordered her.

She lifted herself up to her knees and leaned back to my chest. I again stared over her shoulder and down at her breasts.

Her lower back pressed against the bottom of my cock. She wiggled her hips, rubbing my dick between me and her. She was so f*cking seductive and beautiful all in the same breath.

“Turn the f*ck around,” I said.

I was better off just taking her from behind until my balls exploded. Get all that shit out of my system. But there I was, turning Harlee around to her back. She was then on the bed, legs spread, me hovering over her. I reached down between her legs and touched her.