Wild Blaze (Back Down Devil MC 0.5)(16)

Heather moved up and kissed him. His mouth tasted delicious. Like fire pouring down her throat, aiming straight between her legs. Heather couldn’t believe herself when she started to rock her hips at him, working with his finger digging inside her, pulling out more desire by the second.

Brody was away from her a second later. His hands to her hips, turning Heather so she faced the doorjamb. He stepped back and slid his hands up Heather’s back, bending her over a little. She grabbed the doorjamb and dug her nails into it. Looking over her shoulder, she watched as Brody tore the leather cut off his body. A second later went the t-shirt. The sight of his massive chest, shoulders, all covered in tattoos was damn near enough to send Heather over the edge. Her knees bent, her toes dug into the carpet on the floor.

Her body shivered as the steam from the bathroom rushed out and along her body. The shower water was still running, burning hot. But nothing was quite as hot as the steam between her and Brody.

When he reached for his pants, Heather let out a whimper.

It’s almost time… he’s going to f*ck me…

But instead of tearing his jeans off and slamming his thick cock into her, Brody did something else. With a sly grin that left Heather dripping, Brody approached her. His hands grazed her ass and then he crouched down.

Heather cried out and couldn’t wait to feel what came next.

Brody’s rough fingers pressed hard against her ass, spreading her wide open. His thumbs were gently touching her forbidden hole, leaving her biting her lip, wondering just how forbidden it actually was. She then felt the warm caress of his breath to her sex, following the flicker of his tongue.

Just that one stroke against her folds and clit left Heather crying out. Her hands gripped the doorjamb tight, nails peeling at paint. She could already feel the wave of pleasure starting to crest. Just as Brody warned her, she could have done the same… once he starts, I won’t be able to stop… I’m going to come all over his mouth…

Thinking the thought alone was enough for Heather. She bit her lip harder and tried to hold back.

Brody licked her again. His tongue was strong and thorough, not wasting a spot to sample. He then flicked at her again, and again, moving faster. His fingers dug into her ass and pulled, wanting more of her. His thumbs were pressing hard, penetrating elsewhere. The entire scene was too much for Heather’s desperate body to handle.

When Brody licked faster, Heather started to shake. But when Brody started to suck at her, taking her folds and cleaning them of her wetness, taking her clit and using the tip of his tongue like a finely cut razor, that was it.

Heather let out a cry and lost control of herself. She started to come while Brody was tasting her. She felt his tongue dart into her center, battling against her pulsing walls. She tried to breath but couldn’t. She tried to scream, but it was dry air and no sound. She tried to look, but she couldn’t see a thing. The entire room spun as the pleasure ran through her body.

Brody’s hands moved from her ass up to the small of her back. His wild tongue and sexy mouth left her * and he left a trail of wet kisses up her left ass cheek to her back.

Then he was gone.

All gone.

The room started to calm a little and Heather looked back. Her hair was all over the place, blocking most of her view. But what she saw was enough to make her have no choice but to get ready again.

Brody had his jeans down to his knees, a thick cock in his hand as he sheathed himself with a condom. The f*cking condom looked stretched to the max, ready to tear as he forced it down on himself.

He then approached Heather and gave no warning. One hand gripped her ass again and the other led himself to her warm center. He thrust hard and fast, sinking himself deep into Heather. As she cried out, she was suddenly thankful for what Brody had done beforehand. Making her come and making sure she was so wet, it took away what would have been a world of hurt to fill her up.

He pulled back and thrust forward, working himself into her. After only a few deep thrusts, Brody leaned forward. His hands explored Heather’s body, seeking out her dangling breasts. When he cupped them, he let out a groan and pulled.

“Stand up, sweetheart,” Brody said.

Heather gasped and did as told. As she started to stand, she felt more full than ever. She thought for a second Brody would fall from her, but there was no chance of that. He was too f*cking deep for that.

Once standing, Brody slid one hand to her stomach. The other moved up toward her neck again.

“I’ll never f*cking do that to you,” he growled in her ear. “Do you understand that?”

He started to gently thrust at her. Heather heard his words, but the pleasure was trying overtake all functions of her body.

“Yes,” Heather managed to whisper.

“You’re too f*cking beautiful for that shit. You’re stronger than that…”

Brody thrust harder. Heather’s right hand lost its grip on the doorjamb. She reached back and found Brody’s ass. She felt his muscles flexing with each hard thrust.

“Tell me you’re stronger than that,” Brody said. “That you don’t fall for that bullshit. No more, sweetheart. No more after today. It’s over…”

The pleasure was then matched with an intense emotion. It was like strength mixing with old fear and pain. It was something Heather never felt before. She forced herself to look up at Brody. His eyes were menacing, the cut of his jaw like steel. There was a small scar under his chin. Everything about the way he acted and looked was evil, someone that maybe shouldn’t be trusted.