Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(35)

She looks at me, then down at my cock. Pre-cum drizzles from the head of my dick onto my hand as I continue stroking. Then, she walks towards me, her eyes glued to my cock, and that sweet little tongue of hers licks the bottom of her lip, which only makes my dick leak more.

Fuck, this isn’t going to last long. “On your hands and knees, Beth.”

She slides down to her knees on the floor. Her gray eyes sparkle with need as she looks up at me. If there’s a more beautiful sight, I can’t place it. This is nowhere near angry sex, but telling her I need her to submit to me—to touch her, to own her for no other reason than to reassure myself that she’s not leaving—gives her too much f*cking power. Beth has no idea how gone I am for her. She’s young. Maybe she thinks a woman is something a man puts his life, his club, and the lives of his brothers in danger for so easily. It’s not. I know what I’m asking of my club. I was completely prepared to override my brothers tonight. The fact that they all agreed with me, even Briar, leaves me humbled. It cements my reason for taking over for my tío. Being president of the Devil’s Blaze is where I belong.

“Give me your hand,” I tell her. She reaches for me and I clasp it in mine. Soft, smooth skin, pale white compared to mine. Our difference could be summed up there. Completely opposite of each other, but then there’s so much about us that connects. She’s young, but life has made her older than her years—at least in most of the ways that count. “So beautiful. How many times have I reached for this hand in the middle of the night? You planned on taking that away from me, Beth,” I tell her, kissing her palm.

“Skull,” she begins, but I don’t let her talk.

“Quiet, querida. Your chance to talk has passed.” I bring her hand to my sack. She holds my balls carefully. It’s almost as if she’s afraid. It’s that innocence that makes me smile, even when my mind is a f*cking mess. “Roll them, Beth. Tease them,” I instruct, my hand going back to my dick. Her eyes follow my movements as I stroke myself slowly. I doubt she even realizes her head is tilting towards my cock. I decide to give her what she’s silently asking for. I take the head of my cock and brush her lips with it, painting them in my pre-cum. Her tongue comes out to play and she licks the head, delving into the crease in the tip. “Do you want my cock, Beth?” I ask, my words coming out more like a moan. The sight of her tongue dancing across my head and her lips greedily taking my cum into her mouth will be one that I will remember when I’m a hundred f*cking years old.

“Yes.”

My fingers push into her hair, gentle for now. I let the texture float across my fingers, taking in the different colors in the strands. Golden sunshine, just like the light that having her beside me brings to my life. I never stood a chance. She knocked me on my ass from that first glimpse of her, and she may very well be my death.

All of that, and I still wouldn’t change a motherf*cking thing. “Take it, mi cielo. Show me how much you want it,” I tell her, still letting her hair sift through my fingers.

I watch as her hand moves up to the base of my cock. Her fingers can’t reach all the way around, but she squeezes it, and it feels so damn good. Her lips kiss my balls, sucking one into her mouth, then releasing it before nuzzling her face against them and planting more soft kisses. Her tongue flattens and slides along the underside of my cock in a long, soft glide until it reappears at the head and my pre-cum is all over her tongue. I can see it and feel the heat of need zap along my spine. I need to come, but I hold back. I want her to play. I want her to learn my body because it’s the only f*cking body she’ll ever have. Mine.

I’m so intent on watching her discover my cock with her tongue that I’m not prepared when, on her third sweet lick upwards, her mouth goes down on my staff. I watch as I disappear into that wet, heated paradise. “That’s it, baby. Suck it down,” I encourage her. Her eyes go to my face and she slides further on my cock. I feel her tongue dance along my shaft. Her cheeks hollow out as she loves on my dick. Sucking him in so f*cking tight, I can already feel my cum building. She goes down until her lips meet her hand and then goes back up. I watch her bob up and down on my cock and it’s beautiful, but it’s too f*cking slow for what I need now. My patience is gone. My fingers tangle in her hair now, pulling tight. She looks up at me and I see the question in her face. She’s afraid she’s done something wrong. “Brace your hands on my knees, querida. I’m the one in charge now. I’ll feed you my cock and you’ll take every f*cking inch.”

My voice is hoarse from need. Her fingers bite into my legs and she hums around my cock. I feel the f*cking vibration in that, all through my dick. I use the hold on her hair to push her further down on my cock, moaning as inch after inch disappears. I reach the back of her throat. She gags and I bring her back up.

“You can take it further, breathe through your nose,” I tell her before pushing her back down. She gags again and I back off, leaving her to lick the head while I reach with my other hand and palm her breast. I tease the nipple, and her mouth goes back down on me, even though I’m holding her hair to keep her from going very far. She growls this time against my dick and I can’t stop the smile. “You want it that bad, querida, you need to be prepared because I’ll give it to you.”

That’s the only warning she gets before both of my hands tangle into her hair and I push her down on my cock, forcing her to swallow me down. This time, when I reach the back of her throat, I don’t let her pull away.