Trust The Devil (Devil's Riders 3)

Damn, but that was satisfying.

Her sweet little tush jiggled like jello. Just a little. But it was enough to send me from rage, to lust in an instant. But I wasn't done. Not even close. I still needed to get my point across.

I slapped her ass again.

Not hard. I would never hurt the girl. But I knew she wouldn't like this.

I rested my hand on her ass and waited. I knew what was coming. Once the shock wore off, I was about to have a Texas sized temper tantrum on my hands.

Three. Two. One.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!"

I held her still while she thrashed on my lap. I grimaced as my dick started to get hard. The damn woman was rubbing herself all over me without realizing it!

"Let me go! How dare you spank me like a child! How-"

I took that opportunity to smack her ass again.

"Because you are behaving like a child. If you are ready to act like a young lady again, I will stop."

She kept hollerin' and so I spanked her again. And again. She kept wiggling in a way that made me want to wrassle her in the sheets. My cock could have cut glass at this point. I didn't stop though. Not until she stilled.

I rubbed her bottom a bit, trying to soothe it.

"There, there, it's alright girl. I didn't hurt you."

She hiccupped. It was the cutest damn sound I'd heard in my life.

I couldn't help but let my hands wander a bit. Now that she was in my arms, more or less, I didn't have the strength to fight. I squeezed her cheeks, hoping they weren't too sore.

"Can I sit up now, please?"

I smiled fondly at her. This was progress. She'd said please.

She pushed herself up and I caught her around the waist, settling her on my lap. I pushed her wild hair back over her shoulders and tipped her chin up. She'd been crying.

I frowned. I hadn't been rough. Why was she crying?

"Hey now babygirl, there's no need for that."

She hiccupped again, and lifted her hand to slap me. I caught it in mid-air and smiled at her.

"I'm sure you want to hit me, wildcat. But I think you know I don't deserve it."

She stared at me, her frown sliding away into something sweet and uncertain.

"Don't be nice to me, dammit. I can't stand it when you're nice to me!"

I held her firm, but she wasn't struggling to get away anymore. No, she felt soft and pliant. She felt… willing.

"You sure about that, darlin'?"

I used the back of my hand to brush her tears away. That's when it happened. We both tilted forward slightly, our eyes on each other's lips. I groaned as I pulled her hard against me, my mouth crashing down on hers.

Sweet Jesus, the woman felt right!

Her skin was living silk in my hands. I held her face so I could kiss the hell out of her. She made a sexy whimpering sound as her lips parted. I took the opportunity to taste her, slipping my tongue inside her mouth. I teased her a bit, stroking and retreating, then darting forward to tangle with her tongue again.

My hands slid down to her ass, cupping a cheek in each hand. That's how much bigger I was, how small she felt in my arms. My hands swallowed her up completely.

She wiggled a bit and I bit back a satisfied laugh. All this time wanting her, and she was as agreeable as a kitten! I should have done this to begin with.

I should have just made her mine.

I kissed her neck and then lower, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand. The top of her bra came into view and I moaned, letting my lips wander even lower. In no time her buttons were all undone and I was tugging her lacey white bra down, licking and sucking her nipples until the were tight little points.

Her hands were in my hair as she held me against her. I murmured my appreciation for her beautiful, delicious breasts as I kissed them again and again. One hand slipped lower, stroking her pussy through her jeans.

I almost lost it when she started to circle her hips against my hand. She was so passionate and natural- there was nothing coy about my wildcat. I wanted her, and she wanted me right back, and made no bones about it.

Damn if that wasn't sexy as hell!

I kissed her mouth again, turning her so she was laying flat on a bench made up of bales of hay. I covered her with my body, and fitting myself against her. I replaced my hand with my hard on.

Right… there.

Oh sweet lord, have mercy!

We rocked and rolled together, dry humping like teenagers. My cock felt like it was going to explode, or catch fire. We created that much friction where our jeans rubbed together like kindling.