An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(64)

“My father,” I said. “He’s our only shot…”





thirty-two.



(harlee)



Trent touched my bare shoulder and kissed the spot a second later. His teeth and tongue touched me next. His hands touched my sides and slid around, moving up, cupping my bare breasts. My legs trembled and I flexed my muscles, trying to keep my balance. He was devouring me, just as I had always wanted him to do. We were in his room in the clubhouse, noise outside, but just us together inside the room.

I reached for my hair and pulled it up and out of the way, exposing my neck.

His fingers rolled over my nipples, make them even harder. I felt his bare muscles against my back, his cock thickening and pressing hard to my lower back. I gently rocked my hips left to right, feeling his steel shaft between us.

“Easy, darling,” he said, his breath spreading across my neck. “I’m saving it for inside you.”

I shivered and wanted it all.

Trent kissed my neck and then started to descend my back with his lips. His hands moved down from my breasts but only by a few inches. His hands were so massive and protective, holding me tight. My lower back curved, giving way to my ass, and Trent just kept going. He kissed the dimples of my back and my left ass cheek. That’s when his right hand started to move down. The tips of his fingers peeled back at my mound, exposing my *, leaving it all for himself.

When his fingers touched me, I jumped and let out a cry.

His lips kissed down my cheek to the back of my leg. His hands moved to my waist and he spun me around like I was a feather.

Trent was on his knees before me. The monster. The enforcer. And he stared up at me, the look in his eyes mixed between romance and lust. I touched his hair and then his face. My fingertips ran along his neck to his massive shoulders. His hands moved around to my ass, gripping tight. He gently pulled me forward and kissed against my smooth skin. I opened my legs and felt his tongue cut between my wet folds, tasting me. The way his tongue curled made my toes curl. I started to lift up and lost my balance. Trent prevented me from stumbling with his fierce grip on my waist.

After just a few licks between my legs, Trent pulled away. His hands moved down my legs to the back of my knees. He pulled, forcing me to lose my balance. I crashed down to the bed, legs, open, grabbing for the sheets. Trent lifted my legs up over his shoulders and went to work.

His tongue savored bottom to top, flickering his tongue so hard, the wet sound echoed in the bedroom instantly. I was soaking wet, dripping for him, already on the peak of orgasm. I pressed my ankles to his back, pulling at him.

“Fuck, Trent,” I groaned.

He slowly turned his head and began to suckle me, thirsting my wetness. He engulfed me, the pressure against my clit making me thrust at him. His tongue darted into me, making me cry out. I grabbed his hair, put my head back, and just lost myself to him.

The pressure was already too far mounted to try and calm down.

And Trent wouldn’t have let me slow down anyway.

He pulled away from my * with a wet lip slapping sound. He kissed my inner thigh, grabbing tight, sucking hard, pulling away. I screamed and knew he had left his mark on me there.

Both of his hands slithered up my body to my breasts, covering me. I hurried and put my hands to his hands. His mouth attached to my slit again, drawing me the hottest picture I would never see… but I could feel.

My hips were quivering as my belly lifted and lowered with such force that I started to ride up and down against his tongue. Trent stayed right there with me, his tongue teasing a depth I didn’t know a man’s tongue could possibly go to, leaving me unable to fight the urge to come. My entire body tensed for what felt like a lifetime. I lifted my lower body off the bed. My body then kept going, lifting, all the way to my neck. If anyone burst into the room it would have looked like some crazy yoga move, but it was just my body on the brink of the greatest orgasm of my life.

When I finally did let go, I did so with a wild scream. My ass crashed to the bed and I quickly drove myself back up. I came down again and lifted again. I couldn’t stop myself, the way my insides pulsed and squeezed, it was so f*cking intense. My body wanted Trent to get the hell away from me but that was impossible.

Trent then grabbed my ass and held me in the air. I came so hard that I lost my breath a couple times. My stomach started to hurt from breathing so heavy, like I had done a thousand crunches.

Goddamn, Trent wasn’t a monster… he was a God…

Slowly, he lowered me to the bed and took his beautiful mouth away from between my legs. Then he stood up before me, looking ten feet tall. His cock looked the same sticking straight out at me.

That’s when he looked like a sexy monster again.

He reached between my legs with his right hand, touching me with all his fingers. He then put his hand to his hard dick and wrapped his hand tight. He stroked himself once, twice, three times, then held himself at his thick root. A small bead of liquid appeared at the tip of his dick and my mouth was insatiably thirsty.

I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. I put a hand to his chest, my fingertips touching his left nipple. The definition of his muscles were unfair. Between my legs I was still gushing. I could feel myself pouring all over the bed sheets.

“Don’t make me wait,” he said. “We don’t have time, darling. I’m going to fill you up. But before that, you get a little taste.”