Touched By The Devil (Devil's Riders 7)

I squealed as my husband lifted me up into the air and managed to open the supply closet door without dropping me. Then I was on my feet and he was kissing me, his big, meaty paws squeezing my hips, then reaching up to palm my tits. I sighed in ecstasy at the way he touched me. He was possessive, desperate, rough, and tender, all at once.

He was Jack.

“Up you go,” he said, lifting me to sit on a stack of boxes. I blinked, and my skirt was around my waist, my thighs were spread wide, my panties were off, and my husband was staring at my bare pussy with a hungry glint in his eyes. He licked his lips and I shivered.

He knelt and used his hands to keep my thighs open. I watched as he leaned in and started licking me up and down. I made a garbled sound that was half ‘yes’ and half ‘oh, God, please.’ Jack grunted and kept going, using one finger to slip inside me as his tongue danced over my clit.

“Jack!”

“Hmm-hmm?” he murmured encouragingly. My hips bucked as I started to come. Jack didn’t miss a beat. He had me up and bent over the boxes in a heartbeat. I felt his thick cock press against my quivering sex. I was still coming. I’d barely even started.

Jack pushed inside me and reached down to toy with my clit. He took his time sliding in. I was small and he was big. But once my body got used to him, I knew he would go to town.

My man liked to fuck hard.

I hissed through my teeth as my climax peaked. Jack was only halfway inside me. His fingers were busy on my clit. My legs got weak, but his cock held me up, filling me and holding me in place. I was shaking as he slid the rest of the way inside me and stopped.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Come all over my cock,” he commanded.

“Muhhh…” I tried to tell him I already was coming all over his cock, but I could barely speak. He grunted and stroked my hair as the tremors passed. Then he started to move.

He drove into me slow and hard. I whimpered as he pulled out almost the whole way. Then he drove into me again. Again and again.

My man put the ‘jack’ in ‘jackhammer’.

“I could drag this out… take an hour or more. I could fuck you all day,” he said huskily, his deep voice vibrating through me. “But I won’t.”

Everything picked up speed then. His huge hands on my hips held me still as he worked his cock inside me. Faster and faster, but with the same fucking skill and control he always showed.

Until I made him lose control.

I clenched down on his cock as he was pulling out on the downstroke. He cursed as I circled my hips, my pussy holding his cock hostage. I moved them faster and faster, determined that this time, it would be me making him come.

There we go, big boy.

I felt his cock expand inside me. He roared as he started to come. All bets were off. He pumped his cock into me relentlessly, punishing me and pleasuring me at the same time. I clung onto the box in front of me as a hurricane tore through the storage room.

Hurricane Jack.

I loved making Jack lose control.

His hand clamped over my mouth as I screamed, a third, much bigger orgasm tearing through me. He grunted and growled as we came together, shaking and convulsing wildly.

He collapsed forward, somehow managing not to put any weight on me. I felt him kiss the back of my head, the top, the side of my neck. He finally pulled out and gently lifted one foot, carefully tugged my panties back up my legs, and lowered my skirt.

“How do you feel, you she-devil?”

I smiled at him and straightened my clothes. I knew he loved what I had done, almost as much as he hated losing control. I was sweet and salty like that and somehow, he worshipped me for it.

“Much better, thank you.”

I smacked his cheek lightly on my way out of the supply closet.

Chapter 36

Suzanna

I stared wide-eyed at the drone that hovered over the wisteria in the backyard. I’d already taken on Mac’s garden. He had some really good heirloom plants out there. The small ranch was from the fifties, but I suspected an older house had been there much earlier.

I saw chock berry, mulberry, and a gnarled old crab apple tree that would be spectacular in the spring. All good ingredients for making pie, I mused.

If only my greenhouse were here. I could be happy. I could put everything behind me and move on.

“Is this really necessary?” I asked Mac for the hundredth time. He just nodded and went back to sanding down a stick to hold the window in place.