The Lies Between Us (The Devil's Dust #4)(42)
I grab her by the shirt and throw her onto her car, her back denting the hood. She mewls in response and wraps her legs around me. A feral moan vibrates my chest as her hungry eyes meet mine. I push her legs apart and tangle my hand in her hair. Her body arches into mine, her lust-crazed reaction feeding my animalistic need for her. My lips seek hers out like a man-eating beast looking for its next victim. I clench my teeth at the demented thought. That is exactly what Cherry was to me when I came across her six years ago: my victim. She never stood a chance when I showed up in her life. I was sent to save her, but I’m not the saving type. I’m the bad guy, and we don’t save people.
Her plush lips fit mine perfectly. I grind my jean-clad dick against her * and her head lolls back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Cat-calls and hollering from the club catch my attention. I slowly look toward the noise and find a bunch of the Ghost Riders, and some of the Devil’s Dust, standing outside watching us.
I push myself upward and grab Cherry by the thighs, picking her up. With the chaffing I’m getting from the head of my dick rubbing against my jeans, I plan on finishing this elsewhere.
“Where are we going?” Her voice is breathy, full of lust.
“To the garage for some privacy,” I respond, nipping her soft jaw. Walking past the club, Hinder blares, singing “American Nightmare”. How fitting. Cherry had a mouth on her when I took her off the side of the highway, sure, but over the years her innocence was molted into something dark. She took her place as my ol’ lady with a shade of something evil. I heard she nearly beat a guy to death with a bat just because one of the other girls in the club needed revenge. Cherry became one of the family without question.
“Show me your horns.” I smirk. Her face lights up, and her hands imitate Devil horns. “Sexiest horns I’ve ever seen.” I grin even wider when her cheeks blush. I remember the first time I asked her to show me those sexy little horns, and she literally imitated Devil horns. I’ll never forget it.
Walking into the garage, I turn and pull the door down with one hand, while the other holds Cherry around the waist. As soon as the door is down, she slams her lips to mine. My hand slides up her back, pushing her tits against my chest. The smell of her makes my dick twitch and my chest constrict. She smells sweet, like cherry or maybe strawberry. I run my nose along the crook of her neck, taking in her delicious scent. She throws her head back and rocks her * against my hard dick.
I grind my teeth, a growl vibrating in my chest. I need inside of her now.
“Cherry,” I draw out, slow and husky. “I need you now.” I kick tools and trip over a jack, trying to make my way to the back of the garage. Her hands fist my hair, and mine squeeze her tight ass while we make out. Music pauses from the club, before Seal starts playing “Kiss from a Rose.” Cherry, still in my arms, her eyes find mine. My heart slams against my chest, my eyes silently telling her I remember this song playing the first night we spent together. She smiles, and presses her lips firmly against mine. I find a bench seat from the club van sitting against a wall and plop Cherry down on it. Before she has time to react, I grab her shorts and pull them off her in one hard tug.
I drop to my knees and pull her panties down her legs slowly. When I take them off, it’s like revealing the greatest gift ever. It has to be done slowly and with ease, because what’s behind the delectable lace is my undoing. I take in every inch of her freckled legs and silky skin. Her * is waxed to perfection, her cunt pink and glistening wet, just for me.
I slide my finger between her lips, and it soaks the pad of my finger. She arches her back and fists her hair, a whimper escaping her mouth. I grab one of her legs and hike it over my shoulder. Gripping her thighs, I pull her ass to the edge of the seat and angle her just right. I flick her swollen clit with my tongue and her hands fly to my head, tangling themselves into my hair for traction. I trail my tongue through her wetness, tasting her. She tastes just as sweet as she smells.
“Oh, f*ck!” she cries, riding my face.
I take one of my hands from her thigh and swirl around her clit, causing her body to tense as her legs squeeze me like a vise. Looking up, her eyes are clenched shut and her mouth is gaped open. I hum against her, lapping her sweetness and then her * convulses around my tongue. She moans, grinding her clit against my face, her walls clenching as she comes on my tongue.
My dick strains against my jeans, wanting to slam into that tight, wet * of hers. I am usually slow-paced and sensual when we screw around, but f*ck that. Tonight, I’m going to show her what it means when Lip DeLuca f*cks his girl.
As soon as she calms, I stand. I grab a clean grease rag sitting on Bobby’s toolbox and wipe my mouth with it. I fold it back like it was and put it back with a smirk.
“Oh. My. God!” Cherry pants. “That was…” she pauses before giggling.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” I ask, unzipping my pants. Her eyes widen. I shove my jeans to my ankles along with my briefs, allowing my cock to spring free. It’s hard as a rock and painfully swollen. It’s been weeks since I f*cked Cherry.
“Why?” Cherry asks, taking her eyes from my cock to me.
I stroke myself, my hand sliding over the barbell in the head of my dick.
“Because when I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
She laughs and rolls her eyes. I smirk because she thinks I’m playing.
M.N. Forgy's Books
- M.N. Forgy
- What Doesn't Destroy Us (The Devil's Dust #1)
- The Scars That Define Us (The Devil's Dust #2)
- The Fear That Divides Us (The Devil's Dust #3)
- Love That Defies Us (The Devil's Dust #2.2)
- Mercy (Sin City Outlaws #2)
- The Broken Pieces of Us (The Devil's Dust #2.1)
- Love Tap
- Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)