Empty Secrets (Back Down Devil MC #5.5)(11)

Lena put a hand to her hair and groaned. She thrust her chest at him, wanting more. So Jett gave her f*cking more. His teeth grazed along her nipple, wanting to hear Lena scream. But she didn’t f*cking scream. She put a hand to the back of his leather cut and groaned louder.

Jett moved his hand from her breast up to her neck. Up to her lips. His thumb touched and Lena hurried to kiss his finger. Her tongue came forward, teasing at him. Jett tore his hand away and forced himself to take his mouth off her breast. He stood next to the bed, trying to regain his breath and composure. Lena was on the bed, biting her bottom lip. Her right breast was red and swollen from Jett’s aggressive mouth, her belly rising and lowering with her breathing.

“Fuck,” he growled.

Jett grabbed his belt and opened it. He opened his pants and unzipped them. His hands then went to Lena’s pants. She let out another sweet and sultry groan and put her hands over her head. She grabbed the top of the bed. The sight alone had Jett aching even more. He couldn’t believe this was about to happen. A chick passed out, her shirt covered in blood, on his motorcycle and was now in a bed, awake, horny as f*ck, desperate for Jett to f*ck her.

It was insane. But Jett wondered if this wasn’t exactly what he needed. Something wrong and dangerous. To just… enjoy…

His hands gripped the side of her pants - and her panties - and he started to pull. They slid right down, giving Jett’s eyes another beautiful sight. The silk look over Lena’s sex. Her folds already moistened and ready. With her pants and panties off, Lena dug her heels into the bed and lifted a little, offering herself to him.

Jett moved to the end of the bed and grabbed at her ass. He wanted a taste of this. That sweet smell already flirted with his nose, driving him f*cking mad. Jett dropped down and brought himself within an inch of Lena’s succulent *. With a deep breath of that exotic and perfect aroma, Jett couldn’t contain himself any longer. He came forward and began to taste her. The tip of his tongue sliced up and down, cutting between her soft, little folds. He suckled them for a moment and then worked up to her clit. The moment he hit that spot, Lena started to go wild. Thrusting herself hard, up and down, like she wanted to pull away from Jett but couldn’t… and because deep down inside she needed his mouth there.

Jett dug his fingers deeper into the flesh of her ass, now holding Lena steady. He devoured her for another minute, his tongue running rampant. One thing would be for damn sure right now. No matter what the f*ck happened with this chick, she would never forget the night she decided to tempt a biker like Jett.

When Jett pulled away, he licked his lips. He then seductively kissed her clean mound and reached down into his pocket. He always kept some cash and a condom. Because you never knew when you’d need a stiff drink or a good f*ck.

Jett inched his way up Lena’s smooth body as he kept his hands down and opened the condom. He rolled it on himself, a sneaky move that he loved to do because it always threw women off. The second he touched Lena’s * with his cock she grabbed at his shoulders.

“Is it okay?” Lena asked.

“Of course it’s f*cking okay,” Jett growled. “Open those f*cking legs more for me, beautiful. I’m coming in.”

Lena put her head back and groaned. Her hands played with Jett’s leather cut as he thrust, inching his way into her. Jett gritted his teeth and let out a hiss as Lena’s * clung to him impossibly tight.

What the f*ck? Is she a virgin?

Jett looked down as he pulled out of Lena. He then came at her again, thrusting hard, sinking deeper. She let out a cry and Jett could already feel a rush pouring through his body. He growled and then brought his mouth back down to Lena’s ample chest. He tasted her left breast as he started to f*ck her. Pulling back and pushing, fighting through the resistance of her burning slit.

It felt so f*cking good though. It made Jett feel so f*cking alive, so wild. He put his hands at Lena’s ribs, his thumbs just inches from the bottom of her breasts. Jett was good right there, holding himself up, loving the way Lena’s body looked and reacted to his cock pounding in and out of her. Looking down and seeing his cock glistening. Then looking at the way her breasts danced just so perfectly. And then her face.

Goddamn, she’s actually really pretty.

With her arms up, hands gripping the headboard, biting her bottom lip, she was really something.

It was right then Jett turned his head just enough to see Lena’s shirt on the floor. It was rolled up now, but if Jett reached down and lifted it, there would be blood on it. Blood from someone else.

There were a dozen burning questions in Jett’s mind, but first things first here. He thrust deeper into Lena and felt her reach climax. If she was tight before, holy f*ck, it was even worse now. And by worse, that meant everything was all the much better.

Jett slipped his hands down to her waist and gritted his teeth and groaned as he f*cked her through her orgasm. He felt the clenching feeling, the rush of fresh and warm wetness. Christ, when Jett looked down, he could see it even leaking from her tender body.

The entire scene quickly caught up to Jett. He pulled back like the hammer of the gun that was attached to his body (even as he f*cked Lena) and thrust forward with all his might. He was deep - so f*cking deep - and his body just let go. He held there, offering hard thrust after thrust, feeling his cock finally able to release. Pouring himself into a f*cking condom inside Lena’s body.