Changing Lanes (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 4)

“That’s it, babe. Give it to me,” he whispered.

His name ripped from my lips. “Pie, I need you.”

Pie dropped his hand from me and reached to turn off the water. “We get too much water in here and we’re going to flood the bathroom.”

Good thing Pie was thinking about the water because it was the furthest thing from my mind.

Pie slipped onto his butt and moved to the other end of the tub. He pulled me down, and my dropped my knees on either side of his hips. The water covered Pie to mid chest, and it hit me in the middle of my stomach.

I laid my hands on Pie’s chest and traced his grim reaper tattoo.

He grabbed my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm. “You okay?”

I nodded, slid my hand up his chest, and snaked it around his neck. “Never better.”

I positioned my body above Pie’s dick and reached into the water to stroke him. Pie laid his hand on my waist and pushed me down until he was deep inside me.

“God damn,” he groaned. “It’s like you get tighter every time we fuck.”

I clenched the walls of my pussy around his cock and pulled up. “And I think your dick gets bigger every time we fuck.”

Pie growled and pulled me back down. “That’s all your doing, babe. You make me so fucking hard, I feel like I’m going to explode.”

A sense of pride washed over me. “That’s a nice thing to say.”

Pie pushed up and pressed his lips to mine. “I’m not interested in nice right now, Bristol.”

A thrill rushed over me.

“Ride me, babe. Fucking ride me,” he ordered.

“Okay,” I whispered.

Pie’s other hand moved to my waist, and I shifted my hands to his shoulders. I moved up and slid back down. My insecurities crept in when I noticed the water sloshing and rolling in the tub. I was going to drown both of us if I kept moving.

Pie quickly reached up and grabbed my chin. “What’s wrong, Bri?” he asked gently.

I shook my head. “Nothing.” Everything.

“Bristol. Tell me what is going on in that beautiful head of yours.”

“I’m fat,” I blurted. “I’m fat, and the water is going to go everywhere if I keep moving like this.” Why the heck did Pie have to be so observant? I literally had two seconds of doubt, and he saw it instantly.

“You think I care about that?” he asked. “My dick is buried inside your vise-like pussy. Nothing else fucking matters right now.” His thumb pressed against my bottom lip. “Now fucking move before I put you over my knee and spank that lush ass.”

For a second, I thought he was telling me to move off him, but he bucked his hips under me and I realized he meant to get back to riding him. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I had tried to warn Pie numerous times, so now I was going to give him what he was asking for, even if it meant I was going to flood the bathroom. I started slow, but that didn’t last for long. Three strokes later, I forgot everything I had just told Pie.

The only thing that mattered was the man between my legs and the way he made me feel.

Pie’s hands roamed over my body, and I focused on the feel of his dick moving in and out of me.

“Bristol,” he groaned. His eyes were hooded with desire, and his hands drifted to my ass. He gripped each cheek and squeezed. “Keep going,” he urged.

My orgasm slowly built, and a chill ran up my spine. “Oh, God,” I gasped.

Pie leaned forward and caught my nipple with his lips. He sucked hard, and my head fell back. I moved my hips up and down, and Pie wrapped his arms around me. I moved faster until I couldn’t control it, and I tipped over the edge again.

My pussy milked Pie’s dick, and he groaned my name.