Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(65)

“I’m ready, I’m ready—I’m just empty,” she responds, holding onto my dick again and positioning him at her *.

“Fuck it!” I growl, giving in and thrusting my cock into her without even seeing if she’s ready. I didn’t need to worry. She’s so damn wet, I glide into her sweet *, her walls accepting my cock like they were made for it. They were. She’s formed to fit my dick, and my dick alone. I don’t stop until I’m balls-deep in her, and then I pull out. I balance her weight with my one hand and my right leg as I hold onto my cock just outside of her *. Our lips barely touch. Her sweet little pink tongue comes out and licks her bottom lip, teasing me. Her breathing is so ragged, her chest heaves. Her face is flushed and her hair is ruffled around it. Beautiful… and mine.

“I want your breast,” I tell her, rubbing the head of my cock against her *. “Take it out, Beth. Feed it to me.”

Her smoky eyes deepen in color at my command. She slides the straps of her dress over her shoulders so the top falls to her waist. She unlatches the silky white bra and pulls it from her body, never taking her eyes off of me. All the while, I just keep stroking the head of my cock over her firm little clit, up and down and then in half circles. She’s so f*cking wet and her body is trembling.

“Skull,” she breathes.

“Feed me, mi cielo,” I order again.

Her small hand slides under her breast, lifting it towards me. Her body leans and stretches. My mouth comes down on the nipple, sucking in as much of her breast as I can. At the same time, I slam my cock right back into her.

“Skull!” she cries out as my balls slap against her slick skin. My tongue teases her nipple. I suck so hard, it’s plastered to the roof of my mouth and I can massage it with just the force of my mouth. I shift my hands so I’m holding onto her thighs. My cock sinks another inch inside of her, an inch neither of us knew I could go. The angle is different too, so I scrape against her inner wall, hitting that spot that makes her scream out my name again as her fingernails dig into my biceps. I suck her breast with more force, her nipple sliding against my tongue. I almost slide out of her * before pushing back in, riding her hard and showing her no mercy. Each time I sink all the way inside, I grind against her greedy little snatch.

“I’m close, baby,” she gasps, but she didn’t need to. I can feel the way her * is milking me, needing me. She just needs a little something to push her over the edge. I pull my mouth off her breast until the nipple is at my teeth, then bite into it, not letting go, and slide my tongue around it at the same time. I f*ck her hard, giving her my cock without worrying about hurting her. I want her to feel my cock pumping her long after we’re done. I want her body limp with exhaustion.

“Fuck, yes!” she hisses, and then I feel her teeth bite into my neck.

She’s marking me. She’s claiming me. That’s what it feels like, and it’s all I need to push me completely over the edge. I scream out her name and slam into her over and over, my cum rocketing inside of her with such force that her body quakes along with it. Then, I feel her whole body shake and her muscles clamp down on me as she comes apart and joins me, taking everything I can give her. When it’s done, she releases my shoulder, letting her tongue slide along the imprint of her teeth.

“I love you, Skull,” she whispers, tightening up on my cock again.

I move a hand to her clit and massage it slowly, gliding my cock in and out of her in a slow, steady pace.

“Te amo, mi ceilo. Te amo,” I whisper and continue until I push her over the edge again. This orgasm is gentle, and when she cries out, it’s quiet, like a purr. Contented, a smile finds her lips.





Skull’s asleep. We’re lying in bed and I’ve lost count of the orgasms he’s given me, though I know it’s at least five. I’m going to be sore tomorrow. The thought brings a smile to my lips… even while my heart feels like it’s breaking.

I’m propped up on my pillow with a hand holding my head up. My leg is wrapped over Skull’s body, watching him breathe and memorizing every mark of ink, every scar and curve of his body.

“How are you still awake, querida?”

His voice is whisper-soft and hoarse, and it sends delicious chills over my skin.

“I’m just watching you sleep.”

“What on Earth for?” he asks.

I let my index finger slide down his chest, following a jagged scar.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell him honestly.

He turns to his side and props himself up much like I am, studying me.

“I think that last orgasm might have fried your brain. There’s nothing beautiful about me, unless you count my woman,” he says, his fingers trailing down my neck to my breast and kneading it before sliding his thumb over the nipple. Even sore and worn out, I can feel the answering moisture between my legs.

“Skull,” I whisper, not even sure of what I want to say. He must understand because he leans over and pushes me carefully on my back before taking my nipple into his mouth lovingly. My ass leaves the mattress as I strain to get closer to him.

He lets go of my breast to look at me. “Jesus, you want my cock again, querida?” he asks as his fingers brush through the sticky wetness of my *. I’m so sore there and he’s taken me so hard and so much that it’s almost painful. Still, the way he touches me and pets the swollen and tender area soothes me too.