Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(46)

Blaine unzipped his jeans and took out his thick cock. Jessa watched him stroke himself until he was like steel. His hands touched her inner thighs, opening her legs wide. He inched forward, the full head of his cock aimed right for her body. There was a wild part of Jessa that had always fantasized about having sex in her office. Maybe the circumstances weren’t perfect, but at least the fantasy would be.

When he touched her, Jessa felt her body clench up.

“Easy,” Blaine whispered. “Breathe…”

His hands moved to her hips and he pulled at her. Her knees bent and she pressed her feet to the floor. Jessa lifted her body a couple inches and readied herself. She reached for Blaine, only able to grab hold of his leather cut.

He thrust forward with a grunt, opening her.

The pressure was the same as the first time. He slid into her inch by inch, tearing at her, proving that Jessa would never get used to him. Which was wild. That meant each time would feel like this. That steal-your-breath pressure until she was so full her body shook, demanding release.

Blaine lowered himself down, his lips touching hers.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

“Fuck,” Blaine said back.

He pulled back as slow as he had entered.

Jessa felt every inch and the perfect definition of him. He took himself almost all the way out and then thrust forward. Harder, deeper, faster. That was just Blaine’s style. He managed two slow thrusts before he growled and sped up. There was no making love with a beast like Blaine.

But that’s okay…

Jessa slid her hands around to his back. Her fingers felt the lines of the patches that made up the Back Down Devil MC name and logo. Blaine’s tongue flicked against her neck. He moved down and around, letting his teeth graze her neck as he groaned. Each thrust of his body slammed her against the floor of her office. She felt the hard coolness of his belt buckle digging against her mound, sort of hurting but making the entire thing hotter and sexier.

Blaine had a hand to her face, his other hand balled into a fist on the floor. He pushed himself up, taking his mouth away from her body. They then just stared at each other as Blaine f*cked her. Pumping and thrusting, so fast and deep, but not with the same power as the first time.

This was Blaine making love.

Jessa couldn’t control the way her body reacted. Her thighs trembled and squeezed at Blaine as she started to come. He quickly grabbed her legs and pushed them open again, f*cking her. He then pulled out of her, resting his throbbing and glistening cock against her lower belly.

“What the f*ck?” she groaned.

Her hips were still rocking, her body leaking with sex.

“Tell me that you’re mine,” Blaine said.

Jessa gasped and groaned. “Blaine…”

“I want to f*cking hear it. Nobody is ever going to touch you again. For the rest of your life. Unless I say so.”

Jessa nodded. “Yeah. I know. Okay.”

“Say the f*cking words,” Blaine said. He slowly thrust himself at her.

The bottom of his shaft slid along her lower belly. He was pulsing, ready to unleash. And this time, when he came inside her, it wouldn’t matter. She was already pregnant, so this was… for fun.

“I’m yours, Blaine,” Jessa said. “I’m all yours. I have your baby growing inside me. What else do you want?”

“I just want you to keep saying it,” Blaine said. He slid his cock down her body. “It’s the air I breathe now. My family.”

Blaine thrust forward and tore Jessa open again. She lifted her back and cried out. She scratched at the floor and reached for Blaine against her. He put one hand down between her legs so she could feel herself and Blaine as he f*cked her. He put her other hand to his chest, so she could feel his heart.

“This is what you do,” Blaine said through gritted teeth as he started to speed up. “You make my cock hurt because it’s so f*cking hard.” He thrust harder, deeper. “You make my f*cking heart race.”

Jessa stared at him. She knew that she spent years trying to fight falling for Blaine, because he was with her best friend. But the reality was… there was no controlling it now.

“Ah, f*ck, sweetheart,” Blaine groaned.

He thrust and held, letting himself go.

Jessa felt her insides as though they were exploding. Blaine stayed right there, rocking back and forth with the pulse of his cock. Their eyes never left each other. Jessa’s hand was still down between her legs, feeling Blaine moving in and out of her. Feeling him throb. Feeling the mess they made.

And then they were silent.

Part of Jessa heard herself blurting out something crazy like I love you to him. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. She knew everything with Blaine was frail.

But she did say something…

“I have to pee,” she whispered.

Blaine grinned. “So… go…”

“What?”

Blaine winked.

“You’re disgusting.”

“That I am, sweetheart. And you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.”

“I really have to go… my body…”

Blaine hovered over her. His eyes were so dark and so evil. Yet there seemed to be a light that came and went when he looked at her.

“Hey, Blaine?” a muffled voice called through the office door. “You finished?”