Claimed By The Devil (Devil's Riders 8)

My God, I had never come so hard in my life. Not even close. It was like I’d never even had a fucking orgasm before. That’s how intense it was with Melissa. Everything felt brand-new. So good I wanted it to go on forever.

But I had to slow the fuck down.

I hissed and rolled away from her. I don’t know where I found the strength, but I did it. I stared at the ceiling. I’d been going for round three. The first time had been too damned fast. The second time, I’d had to stop halfway through and carry her to the bed so I could fuck her face to face.

No girl wanted to lose her virginity with her ass in the air. But nothing was going to plan. I’d had this fantasy about wining and dining her. Taking it slow. Putting a smile on her face when I was a hundred and fifty fucking percent sure she was ready.

But that outfit . . . her hair. Even her damned lipgloss. Everything about seeing her today had tipped my hand, loosened the reins that had been holding me back so tightly. Too tightly. My control had literally snapped.

And now I was acting like a goddamned animal. A sex-crazed maniac. A psycho. A fucking pervert whose only kink was the girl lying next to me.

My cock bobbed in the air, feeling fucking miserable. My balls were heavy. But the precious girl lying next to me needed me to be realistic. An adult. She needed me to be in control of myself and in control of her.

For her own damned good, she needed to listen and obey me.

She rolled to her side and reached for me.

“Wait. Don’t touch me yet.” I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “I am afraid I won’t be able to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“Melissa, it’s too much. I have no self-control around you right now.”

“I don’t mind. I like it,” she said, sitting up and looking at me, her tits bobbing enticingly in the air. All I wanted to do was grab her, kiss the hell out of her, suck on her gorgeous breasts, and plunge myself in her again. But I couldn’t. Not yet.

I groaned and rolled off the bed, desperate to get away from her. She was too pretty. Too tempting.

I couldn’t hurt her. Not my sweet, innocent Melissa. She was going to be too fucking sore to walk if I didn’t get the fuck away from her. Right fucking now.

“Be right back,” I tossed over my shoulder as I ran for the bathroom. I needed a cold shower. I needed fifty thousand cold showers.

I stepped into the massive walk-in shower off the master bedroom. It was bigger than anything you might see in a design magazine. But that was because it was built for Jack. There were two different rain shower heads, way above my head, and two benches in the shower, which instantly gave me ideas.

Melissa would look awfully good bent over on one of those benches. Fuck me.

The cold water hit my body and I cursed. It hurt but did nothing to stop my relentless hard-on. It did nothing to make me calm the fuck down.

I heard her soft footsteps behind me. I turned to tell her to go. Instead, I watched, slack-jawed, as she let the sheet she had wrapped around her drift to the floor.

“I told you I’m not sore. Maybe all those years of horseback riding toughened me up,” she teased. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I do, honey. Trust me. I am way too riled up for you right now.”

She tilted her gorgeous head to the side, and I struggled not to jump her bones right then and there. Her insanely juicy tits were on full display. Her long and curvy legs . . . and I could see that perfect little triangle between them. I groaned and closed my eyes. The woman had no idea what she was doing to me.

“Isn’t there . . . something else we can do?”

I almost lost it when she looked at my cock and licked her lips.

“I’m sure I am not any good at it, but I could try . . . to give you oral?”

Fuck me.

“You don’t . . . oh, God,” I groaned, my noble instincts warring with my unrelenting lust for her. “You don’t have to do that, Melissa.”

“I want to,” she said, her words making my cock bob in anticipation.

I nodded jerkily. I wanted her mouth on me. I wanted it so bad I could barely think.

“I’ve never done this before. You have to tell me if I do something wrong.”

She lowered herself to her knees on the tile floor and looked up at me. I groaned as she gripped my cock and started licking it like an ice cream cone. Then she closed her lips over the tip and sucked gently on it.