Burned (Devil's Blaze MC #3)(86)

“Fuck, yeah baby, suck it in your mouth…” I groan, keeping my eyes on the road but wishing I could watch her. Shit, I may have to pull over and finish this. She trails her tongue back up my cock and then it darts along the head, picking up the pre-cum that has leaked out. The next thing I know, she swallows my cock down. My hand tightens in her hair harder in reflex. Had we been together longer, if she knew more, I’d f*ck her mouth hard and take what I want. We’ll get there slowly because I’m not letting her go. Ever. I pull up to a traffic light and say a small thanks that it is red so I can watch her.

She is sliding those sweet lips up and down on my cock, her hand is wrapped tight around the base and her tongue is teasing me and I know I’m going to blow soon. Annie must notice that we’ve stopped moving because she releases my cock with a soft popping noise and looks up at me. Her lips are swollen and wet, her eyes are smoky like they always get when she needs to come, and what hair is not in my grasp is in disarray around her face. She looks out my window and there’s a man sitting beside us, looking in my window.

“Sabre,” she whispers like it’s a dirty secret. “There’s a man in the passenger side of that car watching us.”

I roll my window down and smile at her. “Then I guess you better give him a good show so he goes home and works his woman over real good.”

I’m not sure what I had expected. It was a test and sweet Annie, she passed with flying colors because she groans and takes my entire cock in her mouth while massaging my balls.

“That’s it baby suck that cock. Suck it good and when we get home, I’ll f*ck you until you can’t move,” I growl.

She proceeds to do just that. Sweet Annie. I was right. She’s got everything to make the perfect ole’ lady. My ole’ lady.





Chapter 10


Annie


I want to scream. I really want to scream.



I’m sitting up, trying to fix my hair, but it’s useless. I don’t even care, really. I’m so turned on at this point, I’m about to scream. I need Sabre. He’s like a drug I’m definitely addicted to and my entire system is craving more. I still have the taste of him in my mouth. I’ve heard women don’t like it. The taste is too acidic or bitter, but I love Sabre’s taste. I love knowing I brought him to that point all on my own, and I want more. He promised he was going to make love to me until I couldn’t move, and I want him to make good on that promise. Well, he said f*cking. I suppose that’s what it is, but for me…it’s making love. I know I’ve only known him a week. I let him claim me after one day, and I have zero experience with men to know how Sabre really feels about me. None of that matters. I know in my heart that Sabre is what I need in my life. He makes me happy, that’s true, but the real truth is that with him, I feel like I am finally alive for the first time in my life. He makes me feel real, instead of just a shadow. I’ve been nothing but a shadow my whole life.

He pulls into my driveway and my heart is beating out of my chest. He’s out and pulling me through the door before I can even blink. Picking me up in his strong arms, I squeal with a laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck. Our lips bump together clumsily, teeth clashing for a minute before he hits that spot where we get in sync and then our tongues are at war with each other. I slip one hand under his t-shirt, caressing the warm, soft skin. I let my nails graze him, applying slight pressure so he can feel me there; know that I need him. I push his shirt up and turn in his arms enough to get my head angled so I can lick his nipple in my mouth. I bite down on the little nub, capture it between my teeth while using my tongue to play with it.

Sabre groans, I feel his leg thrust up against my ass to brace me and I’m pushed against the wall of the outside of my house. Sabre’s rummaging around for keys in his pocket, I think. I can’t really tell unless I stop what I’m doing, and I don’t want to. This past week with Sabre has been amazing, but I need and want more. I’m ready.

“Goddamn it, I am too! I just can’t find the f*cking key,” Sabre groans as I suck harder on his nipple. I use my fingers to tease his other nipple, at the same time that I’m torturing the one in my mouth. I didn’t even realize I had said the words out loud. “Annie, if you don’t stop, I’m f*cking you against the wall of the house.”

“Yes, or f*ck me from behind like in the film, Sabre. Bend me over the banister and make me yours,” I urge him, my body on fire. I can’t control my words, I don’t try. I’m safe with Sabre and I’m not the preacher’s daughter, afraid of her shadow. I’m a woman. I’m Sabre’s woman.

I hear keys hit the porch. The sound of them falling makes me happy. Then Sabre has me standing, my legs unsteady, but I ignore them. I drop down to my knees, thankful I didn’t button his pants back up and unzip him. We’re out in the open and I should care, but I love it. The idea that any minute someone could see us excites me even more. I take his cock out and hold it in my hand. I look up at Sabre before I go further, wanting to see his eyes—to know I’m giving him what he wants. He’s taken his leather cut off, the one that has his club’s insignia on it and has it draped over the banister. I whimper as he takes my hair in his grasp and roughly pulls it to arch my head. Now it’s him in control, and I love every minute of it. He removes my hand from his cock and guides it to my lips, slanting my head just the way he wants me. He’s not gentle, and it’s so hot. He was right I think, I am wild inside and need him to let that out of me. He moves his cock along my lips, painting them with his pre-cum. He pulls me up by my hair so I have to stretch from my knees. I brace myself on his hips as he leans down to meet me.