Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(51)

Ella started to gush. She slowly dropped to her knees on the blanket. Miller got down and quickly reached for her. He pulled her closer and wasted no time in kissing her. They got right to business as they started to go at it. Their mouths and tongues touching and flirting. Ella holding tight to Miller’s leather cut as she pulled at him, wanting him. Miller came at her, putting her on her back on the blanket. The weight of Miller’s strong body felt so good and comfortable.

“This is like that first time,” Miller said as he broke the kiss. “That wild f*cking first time.”

“Do it again,” Ella whispered. “Right now.”

“Oh, I f*cking planned on it, Ella.” Miller slipped a hand to the front of her pants and opened the button. “You’re the appetizer. And the main course. And the f*cking dessert. All night.”

Ella forced her hand between her body and Miller’s and cupped between his legs. His dick was solid, thick, wanting out already.

They opened each other’s pants and Miller moved to his knees. His hands pulled at Ella’s pants. She arched her back and watched Miller slide her pants and panties down. She felt her panties clinging to her sex but Miller peeled them away. He tossed her clothes to the side and his hands moved up her legs and between. Ella opened her legs and felt his fingertips graze her soft *. She groaned and thrust, her toes curling, her body waiting with anticipation.

Miller took his hands from her body and touched himself. He pushed his jeans down far enough to show a thatch of hair and the heavy root of his dick. He was ready to go, pulling his cock out of his jeans, stroking himself once, and then coming forward to have Ella to himself.

The second he touched her, Ella cried out.

“Scream all you want out here, darling,” Miller said with a grin. “Nobody will ever hear you.”

Miller grabbed her by the hips and thrust, opening her body. His steel rod pounded deep into her core. Even though she was wet, ready, wanting him, the pressure of his thick cock filling her was enough to make Ella crunch forward and gasp for air as she lost her breath. Miller thrust again, pressing deeper. Ella reached down and pressed at his lower stomach.

“Easy,” she groaned.

“No,” Miller said. “Nothing is easy for us, darling.”

Miller slipped a hand behind her neck and kissed her. He thrust again, pounding even deeper. He hit depths Ella didn’t know she had. His other hand gripped her waist tight. The way he touched her made her feel beautiful. The changes in her body from being pregnant left her feeling unsure about her naked body. But Miller erased all that.

Right there under the stars, Miller pumped himself in and out of her. His body on hers, his cock sliding in and out of her sex, bringing pleasure filled heights that left Ella calling out to the night and stars. When she came, she wrapped her legs around him, wanting him deep. But Miller knew how to take care of her and how to f*ck her. He pulled all the way out and slammed back in, over and over, as she came, because it kept her coming. Her insides ached and throbbed, her belly feeling tight like she’d done a thousand sit ups. And it was all Miller’s perfect body that created that.

At one point Miller moved back to his knees. His clothed body before Ella’s as he still thrust deep into her body. She still clung tight to his leather cut, pulling at him as she thrust her body at him each time he pulled back. Beads of sweat started to collect at her hairline. The air outside was suddenly warm. The stars twinkled high above the sky. It took Ella back to a far away time… yet it was all beautifully real.

Ella’s hands wanted to feel skin instead of leather. She crept down and touched Miller’s waist. She crunched herself up and reached around to his ass, feeling his muscles flex as he f*cked her. She was then cradled forward in his lumbering arms, the sound of his cock pounding in and out of her, his grunts echoing around, mixing with Ella’s cries of pleasure.

Miller put a hand to the back of her head and moved forward. He placed her back on the blanket, his body on hers. One look in Miller’s wild eyes told her he was ready to explode.

“Fucking perfect,” he growled. “I don’t know how you still feel so perfect.”

Ella put her hands to the blanket and gripped, ready. Miller came forward with one more powerful thrust and he started to come. The sudden rush inside her core left Ella gasping, arching her back, screaming out with each pulse of his cock. Miller’s mouth slid down her neck in a seductive, grunt filled kiss.

When it all ended, Miller rolled from Ella with a groan and rested next to her. She put her head on his shoulder, just lying there with herself naked from the waist down. Staring down at Miller’s cock, she watched it throb. He was still f*cking hard. It seemed like he was always hard.

They were just there then for a few minutes, breathing, coming down from the amazing sex high.

“I need a beer,” Miller finally said.

“Me too,” Ella said.

“That’s my girl.”

Miller sat up. He moved forward and fixed his jeans, then grabbed two beers.

“This is really nice,” Ella said.

“Takes us back a little.”

“Yeah, it does.”

Why didn’t you show up that night? What the hell happened?

“I had to go see another MC today,” Miller said. “It’s as bad as it could get now. I have to ask you something.”