Pan's Salvation (Dueling Devils 5)

She whimpered.

“You like it, don’t you?” He slid his cock inside.

The salty flavor made her moan.

“That’s right, swallow me down in front of them. Show them what a good girl you can be. I own you now. You’ll do what I say and you’ll love every minute of it, won’t you?” He fisted her hair and pulled it taut.

The pressure brought a fresh rush of cream between her legs. Her juices coat her thighs.

There was something about this man that broke every personal rule she had for herself. The need for control went out the window when he gave a stern command. Perhaps, because she knew deep down, he would protect her the way he’d promised. Heat flooded her cheeks and spread across her body like wildfire. His head tapped the back of her throat. She gagged.

“Suck.”

The lusty grunts of approval turned her on. All eyes were on them and their show. She

relaxed her muscles and took him deep.

“My little dirty girl likes sucking cock in front of a room full of men, doesn’t she?”

“Mmm-hmm.” She moaned her agreement. Desire rose inside her to please the man who stood between her and the army of bikers who were all looking to rip into her and tear her apart.

She bobbed her head savoring his taste. Robust, full flavored and salty he was a full course meal she couldn’t get enough of. His thrusts were slow and deep. She hallowed her cheeks.

“Damn, you’re better than a fucking Hoover. Take me deep.”

“Shit, look at her!” A voice called.

She moaned once more rubbing her thighs together to relieve the dull ache in her core.

“Look at her, she’s about to get off, sucking his prick.”

“Fuck, come over here and suck me, Goldie,” someone called.

She felt powerful and sexy. She was doing this to them.

Pan smirked. “I am going to have so much fun with you.” He growled. “Now I’m going to

come and you’re going to swallow every last drop.” His speed went from zero to sixty as he fucked her mouth with a wild abandon.

It woke something crazy inside her. She used her entire body to pleasure him.

He growled. His cock swelled and he shot thick ropes of cum down her throat.

Lark took it down, nearly choking on his seed.

He pulled out of her mouth and ran his thumbs over the corner of her lips then held it

forward. “You missed some.”

She flicked her tongue out and swirled it around her tongue, ingesting the last of him.

“Shit, now I’m thinking we should’ve kept her.”

She whimpered.

Pan pushed himself back into his pants, zipped his fly and turned to face them. “She’s mine now and I determine what she does and when she does it. You’ve gotten your restitution and that’s the last you’ll get from her.”

“Big words.”