Burned (Devil's Blaze MC #3)(27)

“Hunter,” she moans again as I move my fingers down and thrust two inside of her tight channel.

“You like that, sweetness?”

“Oh, oh… f*ck!” her sweet voice stutters. Her fingernails clench against my head, biting into me. Her feet push down on my upper back as she opens herself up more to me. She tries to push up to meet the driving force of my fingers.

“You’ve got the hottest *, Katie. So ready to be f*cked,” I growl, pushing my thumb against her clit while I continue finger-f*cking her at a steady pace, priming her for more.

“Hunter, please…” she gasps.

“Do you want my tongue again, Katie?” I question her.

“God,” she moans, her head pushing back against the pillow in abandon. Her cream floods over my fingers, so sticky, hot, and wet that my dick would sink inside of her tight depths easily. Motherf*cker, I want that, but for now, this isn’t about me and what I want.

“Tell me you want me to eat out your hungry little *, Katie. Do it and I’ll give you what you need.”

She moans, but ignores my demand. I pull my fingers out and then ram them forcefully back inside of her. She cries out, but I don’t move them. I hold them still inside of her. My thumb does the same, pushing hard on her clit but not moving, just giving her constant pressure. Her hips lunge up, her feet press down, and her body curls up off the bed as she twists and turns, trying to take control. I can’t allow that.

I pull my fingers from her sweet honey. I use my fingers to stretch the lips wide open, then deliver a hard slap, reprimanding her. Her moans break into a cry and then a soft gasp as I see her * contract with hunger while more sweet cream gathers. Jesus. Watching that and hearing the noises she makes is all so sexy and hot that I spank it again.

“Tell me, Katie,” I demand, refusing to let her move. Showing her that I’m the one in charge.

“I want you to f*cking eat my *!” she screams in frustration when she realizes I’m not letting her move.

If I wasn’t so f*cking turned on, I’d laugh. That’s beyond me right now. In reward for giving me what I wanted, I slam my fingers back inside her *. At the same time, I let my tongue lash her clit, flicking it over and over before curving around and sucking it into my mouth, owning her, tasting her, devouring her.

I can feel the way her muscles are rippling around my fingers, signaling that her climax is close. I keep torturing her clit and *, but take my other hand and find that small, snug entrance to her ass. Someday before our ride ends, my cock is going to claim that ass. Someday soon…

I stop sucking on her clit long enough to capture it between my teeth, applying light pressure, just enough to cause a little pain while I torment it. Then, I slip my finger into her ass past the knuckle. I curl it, scraping her tender walls as her muscles tighten up against the unfamiliar invasion. She cries out as I let go of her clit and bury my face in her *, devouring it. My fingers and tongue discover every inch of her sweet cunt, all while my finger possesses her ass. She detonates. Her * tries to ride my face, her thighs tightening up against my head and trying to smother me in her creamy cum.

I don’t stop even when her orgasm is done. I keep at it until she goes over the edge again. This time when she climaxes, she does it screaming my name.

Hunter.





“Good morning, sweetness,” Torch says, licking his lips and looking like it’s just another day.

Like he didn’t just give me two mind-blowing orgasms. Like he wasn’t still between my legs. Dear Lord! If Beth could see me now, she’d kill me. How did I completely lose control?

“What was that?” I ask Torch like an idiot.

“You don’t know?”

“Okay, I know what it was, but why? Why did you do that?”

“Because I wanted to. Because you wanted me to. In fact, I think we should do it again. You’re way too uptight. Let’s go for round three,” he decides, pulling my body back to his mouth. I start kicking in a downward motion, hitting his back with the bottoms of my feet.

“No! Stop that! Will you get up from there??”

“That’s not what you were saying a few minutes ago.”

“Torch…”

“No. You called me Hunter. I think the correct phrase was, ‘I want you to eat my f*cking…’”

I whack him over the head with my pillow to shut him up. That’s when I see the handcuff that he conveniently unhooked himself from hanging on my arm. That’s a good reminder. A great one, really. He grabs the pillow midair and grins at me.

“Stop! Stop giving me that look!”

“What look is that, sweetness? The one that says I know what you taste like first thing in the morning? That I can still taste you on my tongue?”

I jump off the bed, needing to get away from him to think. “You don’t get to do this. This doesn’t get to happen now!”

“Why the f*ck not?” he asks, and his easygoing attitude is definitely missing now.

“Oh, gee, I don’t know, Torch, maybe this!” I growl, shaking the arm that still has the handcuffs attached to it. He stands up, his cock rock hard and his body a piece of art, and I’m doing my best not to get distracted. But it’s hard! And, yes, the pun was intended. I’m dying to give in, but know I can’t. At least, not yet. I need to figure out my next move, and whatever it is, it has to help me escape and get to Beth, not get laid.