Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(25)

“Fuck,” Ella was able to say. “You have no idea…”

Miller grunted.

He then started to f*ck her. He pulled back as gently as he entered her but that was it. The next time he thrust, it was with force. It sent Ella right to the bed. Miller mounted her right there and started to pound at her. Thrusting harder, faster, going deeper than she could ever remember before. Each time he entered her, she felt her body welcoming him, tearing with pleasure, an orgasm that damn near instantly penetrated her entire body, leaving her breathless and quivering for more. His hand squeezed at her shoulder, pulling, wanting her to f*ck back at him. Miller moved his left hand down to her ass.

“Ah, Ella, darling,” Miller groaned.

Ella felt him thickening. He was getting ready to explode inside her. Ella didn't want to think about the last time she had sex. Or the last time she had been f*cked. Really f*cked. Just like this. Being thrown to the bed and just ravaged.

There was only one man who could do this… and he was.

“Miller!” Ella cried out as another throbbing orgasm attacked her body.

Miller moved his hand from Ella’s shoulder to her mouth.

“Damn, darling, you have to shut up,” Miller groaned. “Fuck.”

He sped up again. His cock pounding, filling even more.

And then he finally let go.

One deep thrust and Miller’s cock spilled inside Ella. He pressed and held there, lowering his body to hers. Ella felt her * clenching at his shaft, sheathing him tight with her body, pulling and demanding every last drop of himself into her. He f*cked at her, over and over, grunting each time he did so.

Then it was all over.

It was done.

They were done.

Everything came to a sudden stop.

Slowly, Miller pulled back. That last feeling of him inside made Ella wiggle and bite at the sheets as she had no choice but to scream.

Then he was out of her body.

Ella watched then as Miller grabbed at the covers on the bed, peeling them back. He touched the pillow and looked back at her. From her angle, she saw the muscle rippling down his back, the curve of his beautiful ass, and even a little of the side view of his amazing dick.

“Here,” he whispered. “Get comfortable.”

“Miller…”

He turned and walked away.

Ella tried to move but ended up falling to her knees on the floor. Her legs were parted, gushing, the warm throbbing feeling endless. Ella caught herself not only biting her lip, but touching one of her breasts.

The hunger for more was rampant.

She looked back and saw Miller shut the bathroom door.

The need was rampant, but this was dangerous. Way too f*cking dangerous.





eleven.



Miller gripped the sink and stared at himself in the mirror.

You couldn’t hold back, could you? You stupid f*cking *.

He looked down at his dick, still throbbing, still mostly hard, still glistening with the sweet wetness from Ella’s sweet body.

He wanted more. He hungered to taste her body. Not just her tender and full breasts, but to savor the sweet flavor between her legs, demanding it be burned into his mind for the rest of his life.

But it couldn’t happen again.

This was a one time event. Nothing more. Nothing less. Just some shit that had been lingering for years. They never got their chance to really say goodbye. To talk, to f*ck, to walk away without worry.

So that f*ck had been waiting between them for a long damn time.

Worse than that, it was the best sex Miller could remember having. No matter the women that came through the clubhouse, from strippers to relievers, nothing compared to the body that Ella had. Even post pregnancy, the little extra thickness to her hips, ass, her tits bigger, f*ck, it was all beautiful and perfect. There was nothing goddamn wrong with a woman who carried some curves. They were natural and worked to Ella’s advantage.

Miller looked down at the floor. His t-shirt, his leather cut. His jeans were down to his ankles, looking like a damn fool. But he had to hurry away from Ella. If he lingered for another few seconds, he’d be hard again and back inside her again.

After picking up his jeans, he put his shirt and leather cut back on. He then crouched down and gathered up Ella’s clothing. Her shirt. Her bra. He held the bra, his thumb running along the red, lacy undergarment. Miller took a deep breath, gritting his teeth.

He left the bathroom and Ella was in the bed, covers up to her chin. Miller knew she was f*cking topless under the blanket.

“Here’s the rest of your clothes,” he said and dropped the shirt and bra on the bed.

“Thanks,” Ella said, her cheeks turning red.

Miller took a seat at the edge of the bed. He made fists and looked to the right, seeing the end of the little bed he’d made for Beck.

What a f*cking situation to be in.

“This is dangerous,” Ella said.

“Yeah, it is. But you have to be safe, darling. Until this all blows over.”

“Nothing is going to blow over,” Ella said.

Miller looked at her. “It’s all going to change.”

“What’s happening, Miller?”

“What we used to have isn’t there now. He’s changed his mind on things. Instead of talking to the MC about it, he’s formed other alliances. Tried to take out some of us. Attacked and almost killed Nate. He had a judge involved…”