Marked By The Devil (Devil's Riders 5)

I stood up and let him lead me into the bedroom.

Chapter Thirteen

Callaway

“Oh, my GOD!”

I gritted my teeth, holding back moans. We were on my king-sized bed, spread out. I’d already had her thighs wide as I ate her sweet pussy again, making her come a third time while my cock pulsed relentlessly in my jeans. Now I was the one who was getting worked over. And I was close to finishing.

Too close.

The sad part was, Molly had barely even begun.

She’d unbuttoned my jeans, smiling shyly up at me. I’d nearly spilled my seed right there and then. Just the butterfly touch of her delicate fingers through the worn denim had come close to undoing me.

It was an embarrassment but there was no hope for it. The woman had some sort of magical power over me. And my cock. Dear God, my cock loved her.

My jeans were on the floor. Sliding them down had released the snake. He was a python around her and ready to strike. She’d stared in shock as my cock literally bounced out of my jeans and bobbed there, pointing up toward my chest.

Her fingertips had felt like fucking rose petals as they trailed curiously over my shaft. Then she’d gotten on her knees and shimmied my jeans down, and her hair had waterfalled over my dick. The silky feeling of it was the most exquisite torture I could imagine.

Her fucking hair had almost made me come.

I was in deep trouble and I didn’t even care. This one small girl had so much power over me. I should be fucking terrified. But I wasn’t. I was in too deep to even know I was at risk of drowning.

Now Molly was climbing back up my body, her gorgeous skin gleaming in the faint sunlight coming in around the edges of the blinds. I wanted to pull the damn blinds open so I could see her. I wanted all the lights on. Hell, I wanted a fucking spotlight so I could look at her in perfect, clear, bright light.

Yeah, that’s what I wanted.

But this was a pretty good runner-up.

“Molly . . .”

Her lips were puckered, getting closer and closer to my cock. A shiny drop of precum waited for her. I held my breath as her lips got closer and closer . . . I moaned in ecstasy at the first tentative touch of her puffy lips on the tip of my cock.

She kissed it, then looked up at me, sliding her tongue over the tip. Her eyes widened in surprise.

“It’s salty.”

The reminder of her innocence made my hips jerk. This wasn’t just the best blowjob I’d ever gotten, which it was, even if it ended right now. It was the first she’d ever given.

And she was giving it to me.

I was the luckiest sonofabitch in the whole fucking world.

My balls twisted as she gripped my shaft and lowered her lips to my tip again. She might be inexperienced, but she had paid attention. She was using the moves I’d used on her, and the effect was fucking devastating. I clenched my fists and jaw in an attempt to control what was happening.

It didn’t work.

“Molly. Christ! I’m going to come.”

She looked up at me but didn’t stop. She wasn’t taking me very far into her mouth and she wasn’t using the relentless rhythm I used when fucking or jacking myself off. Her touch was sweet and gentle and a little erratic. It should not have made me come like a fucking freight train.

But it did.

Oh, lordy, it did.

“Ahh!” I screamed like a fucking banshee as the seed barreled up my shaft and out into her warm mouth. She jerked back and it hit her cheek. I should have grabbed my johnson and angled it away from her. That would have been the gentlemanly thing to do. But she was too fast.

God bless her, she opened her mouth and put it back on my cock. She pulled me into her mouth, making me come even harder.

And then she did something that made it all so much better.

She swallowed.

I kept coming, making grunting sounds like an animal. I had no control over it. Her soft lips held my cockhead in her mouth, and I felt her tongue swirl over the tip as she sucked on me.

It was almost like she wanted to taste my come. She was thirsty for it. And God help me, I couldn’t stop giving it to her. I had never come this hard or this long in my life. Not even close. That was saying something, considering how much I’d fucked and how many weird ass things I’d tried. But all that was washed away by this one fucking flawlessly beautiful girl and her first three-minute blowjob.

Jesus fucking Christ. I’m still coming.

“Molly . . . Christ!”

Finally, I gently pushed her away, cursing and moaning as my shaft spurted out the last few drops. I stared at her and at my stomach. We were both covered in milky-white goo. It was a lot, and it wasn’t even all of it. She’d swallowed most of it. Just that thought made my dick twitch.