Touched By The Devil (Devil's Riders 7)

There was un urgency. A connection. Something more.

I was so close to blurting out the L word. I wasn’t sure I would be able to stop when I came. But I didn’t want to scare her off. I’d literally just gotten her.

Suzanna is mine, dammit.

“Fuck. How do you feel this good?”

I was never much of a talker. But right now, inside her like this, I couldn’t shut up. It was like a valve had been turned and my words were just flowing.

Just don’t tell her you love her. Not now. Not yet.

“I want to watch you ride me,” I growled. If I could slow down the pace, maybe I would last. I was afraid I would pop too soon, the way things were going. The pleasure from my cock buried deep inside her was overflowing, growing, filling me from head to fucking toes. I could fucking feel her pussy from the soles of my feet to my ears.

My whole body was as sensitive as my cock head.

“I don’t know how.”

“I’ll help you. Please…”

She breathed, “Yes,” and we rolled to the side. Smooth as silk. Everything seemed to work that way between us. It was just… natural.

I lost all semblance of coherent thought when she sat up, looking like a goddess above me. She looked a little nervous but so gorgeous it was hard to believe she was real. And feeling her sitting on my cock was giving me all kinds of crazily intense sensations.

“Fuck,” I murmured, fully aware that no, this was not going to slow down the urge to come. It was going to increase it.

She looked so fucking sexy with her glossy hair, stunning face, and those Grade-A tits. The way her waist curved in was just right. And her hips… juicy enough to be soft handholds for me to set the tempo, moving her up and down on my aching cock.

I will never get my fill of her. I will not ever stop wanting this woman.

If she ever gets tired of me, I am so fucking screwed.

I grunted like a wild animal and tossed her onto her back again. I couldn’t wait. I had to fuck her hard.

I hoisted one luscious thigh so I could get as close as possible. And then all hell broke loose.

She cried out and I stopped.

“Are you hurt?”

“Don’t stop!”

Well, fuck.

My hips were moving without conscious thought as I drove into her, again and again. I knew I was going all-out but I couldn’t stop myself. I was pounding her like a fucking freight train.

I roared as I felt my balls fill up. My seed shot up and through my shaft like a bolt of lightning. I pumped wildly as I filled her up, my only thought to get my come inside her, as deep as possible.

My ass squeezed as my cock jutted out, trying to get every drop toward my unspoken goal. It was pure instinct. The most perfect woman I’d ever seen was underneath me. The animal in me wanted to breed.

Her body gripped me, tugging at me, milking me, pulling my cock deeper inside as she came with me. I felt her fingernails scrape my shoulders with satisfaction. She was as out of her mind with pleasure as I was. I wasn’t alone in this.

I’m not alone.

We shook together like two trees in a hurricane. I held her tight, unwilling to let go. Unwilling to let even an inch come between our sweat-soaked bodies.

I kissed her hard as the tremors started to pass. I brushed her hair out of her eyes. She looked sleepy and satisfied. I wanted more but I knew I had to let her sleep. After one last thing.

“We’re going to need another shower.”

Chapter 29

Sally

“Turn right,” Donnie told me, glancing at his phone. I rolled my eyes and turned up the pretty country road. It was all gravel, but in decent condition. My phone had just told me to turn here, but he chose to ignore instructions unless he could see it himself.

And that was only when he graciously ‘allowed’ me to drive. Part of me suspected he only wanted me to drive to make sure my skills were on point! I was an excellent driver, even having a special license to be able to drive my own tour bus on the rare occasion, which was something he knew very well.

Typical male behavior. Thankfully for him, my husband is very, very cute on top of being pigheaded.

“She really is out here in the middle of nowhere.”

“Not for long,” my husband muttered. “Mac said the whole area is slated for development.”

“That’s a shame. I know she said her plants need pure, fresh air and sunshine.”

“Yeah, well, Mac has an idea about that. But nothing is settled yet.”

“Settled?” I asked as the tiny cottage came into view. “Does Suzanna know?”