Owned & Untamed (Back Down Devil MC #11)(46)

I moved up on my toes and kissed Duke. “That’s for cutting the tree.”

I backed up, Duke’s hand still in my shirt.

The back door opened again and Duke moved his hand down.

“We have to get moving,” Trent said. “The other girl is here.”

“Other girl?” I asked, feeling a sting of jealousy.

“Maggie,” Duke said. “Jim wanted her to come with. To be safe.”

I grinned. “They like each other.”

“Good for them.” Duke then stole a kiss from me. “We like each other, sweetie.”

I blushed. I got that butterfly feeling I used to get with Duke.

We didn’t just like each other… we loved each other.





chapter twenty-two.



(belle)



My hand touched Duke’s heavy cock as the water pounded against us. Two of his thick fingers rubbed between my legs, curling, coaxing my body into thrusting against his touch. His thumb rested against my clit, the teetering pleasure making my body shiver.

Our lips touched, broke apart, touched again.

With his free hand, Duke pinned me against the shower wall. The tile was cold for a couple seconds.

We were alone in the house, finally. The guys in his MC left, along with Jim and Maggie. They were going into Daurian and we would follow them after a shower.

Duke said quick shower, but the way his fingers had been torturing me for a good half hour, there was nothing quick about what we were doing.

He kissed me again and broke away. “I’m starving for you, sweetie.”

His right hand slipped to the back of my leg and pulled. His mouth then kissed my neck and made a quick descent down my body. Duke stopped at my left breast, taking a mouthful, sucking hard, his tongue and teeth teasing my nipple. Between my legs, those two fingers gently rubbing me now pressed against my hole and entered me. He sank into me, making me buck my hips at him, crying out as the hot water splashed against us. I grabbed for his shoulders, instinctively pushing at him, wanting that outlaw mouth of his between my legs, devouring me.

His two fingers sank super deep, twisting, pulling, reaching depths that made my toes curl. As he slid his fingers out of my *, he pulled at my nipple with his teeth. The gushing feeling of pleasure between my legs and the tingling sensation of mild pain on my chest made me whimper. I had no idea what to focus on. My body was in a constant battle against itself.

His lips moved down my body, touching me, sliding down with a single kiss. Looking down, watching this hunk of an outlaw go to his knees before me was the hottest sight in the world. Then he made it hotter by throwing my right leg over his shoulder. He took his fingers from my body and cupped both hands to my ass.

Pulling me forward, I felt his breath between my legs a few seconds before his mouth touched me. His tongue flicked against my soft folds, making me groan. For a brief moment, Duke was gentle. The tip of his tongue tracing me bottom to top. But then he started to taste my clit and all hell broke loose inside me.

His hands dug harder into my ass. My hips thrust and I ground against his tongue as he pressed it flat against my clit. His movements were beautiful and deadly. He pressed so hard, I tried to ease back but his hands wouldn’t allow that. I was trapped to his tongue and my own pleasure. Not that I could complain.

I slapped my hands against the tile wall and thrust even harder at him. My right leg bent hard, my ankle pressing against the hard muscles of his back. I felt the rush already collecting deep inside my belly. Duke wanted to taste me and he was going to get it. There was no stopping or controlling what my body wanted.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned as his tongue moved down to my hole.

He thrust forward, opening me. Then he curled his tongue and popped out, going right back up to my clit. He leaned forward and his entire mouth started to taste me. His lips against mine. His tongue drawing pictures that were bringing an intense orgasm. He would kiss, suckle, and pull away on purpose to make a loud wet sound. With Duke I could lose myself into that stuff and enjoy it. Knowing I was wet because of him and that he wanted to taste my wetness. It mattered to me.

I managed to move my right hand and touch his head. Before my fingers could grab at his hair, Duke took my hand and moved it away. He placed my middle finger right to my clit, making me gasp.

He looked up at me and pulled away for a moment. “Do it, sweetie. Make yourself come. I’m thirsty.”

My lips quivered - both sets, actually - and I started to move my middle finger. I had never done something like that before in front of another man. Not to mention Duke was still down there, taking care of me. I felt his tongue against my * and even felt his tongue flicker against my finger a few times. It made me jerk forward as the build-up of the rush reached its peak. There was a hesitation, like I wanted to be embarrassed at doing such a thing, but at that point, I was no longer in control.

I added a second finger as my orgasm started to crest. I put my head back and let out a long cry as the pleasure poured down between my legs. My hand moved fiercely as Duke’s tongue did the same. My hips rocked front to back, smacking against the shower wall over and over. Duke had his hands up my body, gripping at my sides.

“Yes,” I purred as I gushed.

I slowed my hand and then Duke pushed it away. His mouth devoured me again, one last time, and then he retreated back up my body, using just the tip of his tongue to draw a long line.