Steel Temptation (Back Down Devil MC #6)(20)

Controlling the kiss, Nate devoured her mouth. She let out sighs and whimpers, her body going limp, collapsing into him and his kiss. It was only supposed to be a hot kiss, nothing more.

Nate hurried and moved his hand down her neck to her chest. He squeezed over her shirt, his hand easily eating up her entire breast. It made him think about Mia’s word dumping on him… that her boss told her she needed bigger tits.

Fuck that.

Nate loved women just the way they were built. Everything perfectly custom and enjoyable. His hand twitched as his mind reminded him of those red panties. So he moved his hand again. Down to the bottom of her shirt. His thumb flicked at the button on her jeans, easily opening them.

You’re really doing this? This bitch followed you. She could be setting you up right now…

Nate couldn’t stop himself. His hand slipped into Mia’s jeans, over her panties. Down along the warmth of her center, his fingers curled around her panties, pressing against her. His fingertips found the lacy edges and pulling them aside gave him access her to soft, moist folds. The second his fingers touched her, Mia thrust. Jumping, groaning, her head falling back.

Staying with the moment, Nate kissed at her neck. Her sweet neck. Running his lips up and down her once and pulling away. He looked down, seeing his hands in her jeans. The tips of his middle and ring fingers made circles against her tender *.

“Fuck, yes,” she purred.

Mia reached between Nate’s legs and gripped him. Her small hand posed no threat to what he had hidden in his jeans. She cupped, squeezed, then grabbed at his belt buckle. Nate knew how this was going to end. If he opened his jeans he was going to plow into her. Right here in this shitty, concrete room. Where so many people had been tortured and killed.

Fuck.

With his other hand, Nate grabbed the bottom of Mia’s shirt. He pulled it up with force, his fingertips slicing under her bra. He ripped it up to her chin, exposing her perfect little tits. Her nipples were small, pointed, her tits creamy and made for sucking on.

“Fucking hell,” Nate growled. “They’re f*cking perfect.”

Mia let out a whimper as he came forward, kissing her breasts. His tongue circled her nipples, flirting and enjoying how she breathed and moved. He moved his mouth over her left breast and sucked hard. Mia cried out and thrust her chest at him, trying to stay with him. Nate brought his hand up from her * and stuck it into her panties. He thrust two fingers into her * with ease, sliding along her slickness, feeling her throb against him.

Back and forth, in and out, quickly needing to go for the kill. He wanted Mia to f*cking come all over his fingers. Feeling that gooey wetness clinging to his fingers as she cried his name.

Nate sucked and pulled off her tit. He purposely let his teeth graze hard against her nipple. She cried out, her hand squeezing harder at his cock.

Soon, babe, you’ll have my dick… soon…

Nate saw how raw and red Mia’s tit was. It only seemed right to make the other one match. He gently kissed her, teasing as she breathed wildly. He jammed his two fingers deep into her * and opened his mouth wide. He engulfed her tit and pulled back with a hard suckle. Mia writhed and yelled until her voice cracked.

When he pulled away from her chest, Nate looked at Mia. She was taken off guard by all this and that was f*cking fine.

His eyes locked with hers and he curled his lip. “Fucking come. Right now.”

Mia’s bottom lip quivered. “I’m… so close…”

“Good, babe,” Nate said.

His fingers slammed into her again, twisting, pulling back. There wasn’t much room to work with because of her f*cking jeans and panties, but it was all good. She was warm, wet, the smell of her * filling the room. Nate gritted his teeth and moved back to Mia’s body. He skipped her tits this time and let the tip of his tongue flirt down her belly.

That’s when she started to go wild. He was hunched over, on his knees on a concrete floor, his hungry tongue seeking out *. It was wild, but it was exactly what Nate could ever ask for.

He tasted below her belly button, down to her bare and smooth mound. The scent of her body filled his nose even more. Fucking hell, he was certainly staking his claim on her. Over and over.

“Nate, I’m…”

Mia touched the back of his head and cried out. Her legs stiffened and her hips started to convulse. Nate didn’t even get to taste her * before she started to come.

That was fine though. He’d get it all later. Whenever the f*ck he wanted it.

As Mia came, she put her hands to the floor and lifted her body. Moving left to right, those sexy hips worked with her own needs and wants. The throb of her insides made Nate wonder how in the f*ck he’d fit his cock into and stay there when she came.

Holy f*ck… she was amazing…

Nate slowly eased up on her body and then brought his hands up out of her jeans. He ran his fingers along her mound and belly, leaving a trail of her own wetness.

When he looked at her again, he lost it.

Nate hurried to his feet, positioning himself in front of her. He put a hand to the wall and reached down to his jeans with the other hand. He was too hard, too full, too ready to just slow down. Fuck, Mia already had him halfway there, just sitting there with her jeans open, shirt and bra pulled up. And, yeah, the idea that her wrists were locked up to chains turned him on too.

Fuck it… it worked.