Owned & Untamed (Back Down Devil MC #11)(51)

“That’s what I wanted you to say,” I flirted back.

“No, sweetie, it’s not about what you want. It’s about what you f*cking need.”

I gushed and Duke started to kiss me.

He placed my back on the ground and took complete control.

It’s about what you f*cking need.

That I could never argue. It was about what I f*cking needed.

And right then I f*cking needed Duke.

**

I kicked off my jeans and panties. My face was red as an apple. I bit my lip and looked around.

Right here? Right outside?

It wasn’t the first time Duke would take me outside but definitely the first time in the daylight.

He was next to me, blocking me from the road. The trees alone were enough to keep us covered up. Duke’s hand touched my leg and slipped to my inner thigh. I felt the toughness of his fingertips as he came up to my slit. He touched me, sending warm shivers throughout my entire body. His left hand was behind my head, gently holding me.

“Fuck, sweetie, you’re soaking wet,” he said. “I can smell that sweetness from here.”

I moved my left hand and wrestled the massive bulge in his jeans. I popped open his belt buckle and opened his jeans. My hand slid down, feeling the thatch of his hair that gave way to a root as thick as the trees. I pulled at him, wanting him against me.

His cock finally came free, plopping against my belly. I put my hand over the side of his shaft and rubbed at him pressing him hard against me.

His fingers curled and entered me.

The sensation of pressure easily gave way to pleasure.

Duke then kissed me.

The warmth spread head to toe inside my body. My left hand clutched at the edge of the blanket as Duke’s tongue commanded me. His fingers plunged deeper into me, twisting, pulling out, bringing a fresh gush of wetness. My hand slid up along the side of his shaft a few more times until I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him inside me. I tugged at him, demanding him.

Duke nibbled at my bottom lip and then kissed my chin and went for my throat. I arched my neck and stared up to the trees. It was a beautifully calm day. I had the man of my dreams all over me. Climbing on top of me. The rush of his hot breath against my neck a second before he kissed me. The way his fingertips all brushed against my clit as he brought his hand to my lower belly to hold there as he came forward with his cock.

The second he touched me, I whimpered. He thrust forward, entering me, making my body jump. I cried out, my voice carrying into the air, feeling him go all the way in. He then held there and reversed his kisses until he got to my mouth again. Only he didn’t kiss me again. He just stared at me. My body shook from the inside out, trying to cope with intense pressure, pleasure, and a soaring feeling of love for him in that moment. If I wasn’t already in love with Duke that would have been the moment to fall in love with him.

He bucked his hips, pressing harder and deeper. I sucked in a breath and let out a breathless cry. Duke gritted his teeth and put his hands into fists and put them to the blanket. He lifted the top half of his torso up and made the same movement. So deep inside me and still trying to go deeper. Reaching places that weren’t supposed to be reached. Thrusting so hard that it made my body flex and push against the ground. But the best feeling was the way his body rubbed against my clit.

I managed to move my hands and grab at his waist. “There. Please, Duke…”

“You like being full,” he said. “Every inch of my dick inside you.”

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

“Come all over me, sweetie. I want to feel it.”

Duke inched back and thrust forward again. That put me right on the edge. Duke then repeated the move, over and over, pounding against me. My nails dug at his ass and even that was nothing but muscle. Feeling him pull back and f*ck me was like nothing else. I was at his mercy and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

When I reached the point of climax, my hands moved from Duke to the blanket. I grabbed at it, pulling, even tearing up grass as I came. That’s when Duke started to speed up. Fucking me harder, faster, pumping me through my orgasm, leaving me gasping for air. He got to his knees and his hands moved up my shirt. Both hands cupped over my breasts, over my bra, and he held me there. I looked down and it was one of the hottest sights ever. Duke f*cking me with his jeans down to his knees. His t-shirt dangling near his cock. His leather cut still on his body. I was naked from the waist down, but still wearing socks and shoes.

It was so impulsive, naughty, maybe even dirty and wrong. But with Duke it made everything feel right. I let the blanket go and grabbed for his arms. My fingertips slid up the arms of his t-shirt and felt the hard rock hard muscles of his triceps and biceps.

The sound of our sex became a soundtrack to the quiet day. The wet sounds. Our bodies slapping together. Duke grunting. Me groaning. For a few minutes I completely even forgot we were out in the middle of the day. A few of my cries carried way too far, leaving me then swallowing them down.

As my second orgasm approached I arched my back and rocked my hips against Duke’s movements. He started to move even faster.

Holy shit, it was so good.

Duke then all but collapsed onto me, his mouth crashing to mine. He kissed me like it was the last time we were going to kiss ever. My body was sent into an instant state of shock and that was just seconds before Duke started to come.