Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(104)

“Give me those f*cking lips.” He kissed Emily and then licked his lips. “Were you drinking?”

“She took three f*cking shots,” Blaine said.

“Really?” Gaige asked.

“Need to blur my mind.”

Gaige frowned. “Yeah, that was a f*ck of a day, huh?”

Emily nodded.

“You know, one more shot and you could have ended up in bed with Blaine.”

“Never,” Emily yelled. She looked back at Blaine. “No offense.”

“Thanks,” Blaine said. “But trust me, babe, if you had it just once…”

“That’s enough of that talk,” Gaige said as he put an arm around Emily. “Come on, beautiful, let’s go talk.”

“And f*ck,” Blaine added. He stood up too and looked around. “Speaking of which… I smell *…”

“How can he be so gross one second and then kind of be normal the next?” Emily asked.

“It’s one of the mysteries of the universe,” Gaige said.

Before Gaige could close the bedroom door, Emily had the urge to f*ck him. She rushed at him and grabbed his leather, pulling him in for a kiss. They kissed hard and deep.

“Whoa, beautiful,” Gaige said, pulling back.

“No,” Emily said. “Don’t be a f*cking *, Gaige. Fuck me. Bend me over the bed and f*ck me.”

“Did you just call me a *?”

“Yeah, I did.”

Gaige lifted Emily off her feet and carried her to the bed. His eyes were on fire. His lip curled. He was pissed off. Emily touched between his legs. He was hard.

“Turn the f*ck around,” Gaige ordered.

Emily spun around and Gaige tore at her pants. Just like in the bathroom, he stepped where her pants were down to her knees, taking them the rest of the way down. He slid his hand into Emily’s panties from behind, forcing two fingers between her soft cheeks. He applied pressure at her other hole, making Emily jump and groan.

“You like that?” Gaige asked.

“Just f*ck me,” Emily said. “Please.”

Gaige’s fingers continued down and around Emily’s sexist curve. He forced his two fingers into her wet *, massaging her tender walls. Emily threw her head and hair back.

“Everyone’s going to hear you,” Gaige said.

“I don’t care.”

He ripped Emily’s panties completely off her legs, and forced her to bend over. She looked back as Gaige unzipped his jeans.

“Just do it,” Emily said. “Bare…”

“Beautiful, I’m not going to be a f*cking father…”

“Pull out and cover me,” Emily said.

She couldn’t believe what she was saying. The whiskey rolling through her veins made her feel wild. Looking at Gaige’s sexy face and then his perfect cock turned her on even more.

Gaige stroked himself once and then pressed his thickness to her body. With a grunt and a thrust, he was inside Emily. Losing her breath for a moment, Emily managed a couple weak whimpers before her breath came back and she cried out.

When she felt Gaige’s hands come down against her ass hard, the pain was sent through her body, mixing with the pleasure. Gaige gripped her hips tight and started to pump at her. The deep and thorough thrusts brought Emily to orgasm within seconds. As she squeezed and pulled at Gaige, he groaned.

“Fuck, beautiful, you’re going to make come already,” Gaige said.

“Then do it,” Emily said.

She thrust herself back at Gaige. The sex became hotter, faster, and harder. The sound of Gaige’s body colliding with her was almost as intoxicating as the whiskey shots. Each time Gaige came forward Emily had no choice but to scream. The pleasure was just too much to let go to waste.

Emily had her head down, her eyes shut, taking Gaige over and over. The whiskey had her drunk and Gaige f*cking her made her feel high. As Gaige sped up even more, she felt him thickening, ready to explode.

Gaige groaned and suddenly pulled himself from Emily’s body. Gaige’s cock began to spill all over her. She felt the warm thickness spread across her ass as tears filled her eyes. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Gaige continued to groan as he stroked himself, releasing more and more of himself onto her body.

“Oh, f*ck,” Gaige finally said with an exhaled. “That was f*cking great.”

Emily nodded. She sucked in air and knew it was a dead giveaway that she was crying.

“Look at me, beautiful,” Gaige said.

Emily shook her head.

Gaige reached for Emily’s shoulders and pulled her up. Emily felt Gaige’s warm release run down her ass. It tickled yet felt good at the same time. Gaige turned her around and looked shocked.

“You’re crying,” he said. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Emily whispered.

He tucked himself into his pants and zipped them up. He then rushed for a towel and gave it to Emily to clean herself up with. The tears wouldn’t stop coming as she wiped Gaige’s orgasm off her ass. It was extremely awkward, but Emily couldn’t control it. Gaige stood with his arms folded, watching Emily lift her jeans over her bare ass since he destroyed her panties.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.