Ride With The Devil (Devil's Riders 2)

Clearly he was not in a hurry, damn him.

She whimpered as he pulled her nipple into his mouth, tugging sharply. Her hips were moving of their own volition. She wanted him to hurry up. She wanted him inside her now.

Right now.

He chuckled low in his throat and moved down her body. Her fingers were in his hair. Oh god- he was going to-

His lips pressed against her bare pussy, kissing her softly. Then he pulled back and his tongue snaked out. Her whole body arched off the bed as he lapped up and down her center, never pressing inside.

He used one hand to hold her hips immobile and the other one moved above his mouth to find the sensitive nub. He started lightly circling his finger on her clit and she bucked against him.

"Jack!"

She felt him smiling against her as he continued his slow exploration of her body. Finally he picked up his pace as he worked her clit and slid his tongue inside her. They both moaned.

Then he started to fuck her with his tongue.

It was the most erotic thing she’d felt in her life.

"Oh my God!”

She was beside herself. It was so intimate what he was doing. Never mind how he was doing it. His face was right there, pressing up against her pussy.

And he was going to town.

He was licking her as if he was starving. As if it was his mission in life to slowly drive her insane. It was working. She'd been shocked at first but now- now she was too desperate to be embarrassed.

She was close. He seemed to know it too. But he didn't let her go over the edge. He just kept her there, aching for him.

She was gasping for air as he lifted his head slightly to look at her. Her eyes were half open, watching as Jack devoured her sex. He lowered his head again. This time she felt his tongue on her clit as he slid one finger inside her.

"Hmmmm…"

He was really enjoying this, a voice said in the back of her head. She tried to move her hips, to pull his finger deeper, make him move faster, but he just laughed again and pulled her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it rapidly.

"Oh!"

He was murmuring something but she couldn't understand him. He slid a second finger inside her and she moaned. She wanted- she wanted-

She screamed as the climax hit her. Her body shuddered violently as the biggest orgasm she'd had in her life tore through her body. He didn't stop the staccato motion of his tongue. He didn't stop sliding his fingers in and out of her. He didn't stop-

"Ahhh!"

She was shaking as he finally lifted his head. What he'd just done to her was like nothing she'd ever experienced in her life. She expected him to look smug but instead he looked desperate with need.

He growled as he slid his body up against her until he reached her mouth. He kissed her softly, as she stared up at him. He looked like he was in pain.

"Janet… I want to…"

"Yes. Oh God, yes."

Relief flooded his features as she felt him position his shaft at her juncture. He felt hot and hard against her, like silk and steel. He braced himself above her and stared into her eyes as he pushed forward.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Jack

He was in heaven.

Jack grunted like an animal as her warm heat enveloped him. Just the tip though. It was going to take him a while to get all nine inches all the way inside.

If that was even possible. He was willing to try though. More than willing.

Desperate.

She was so tight… and wet… and she'd tasted so Goddamn sweet in his mouth. The taste of her had inflamed him to the point that it physically hurt to not be inside her. But he had to make sure she was ready.

He had to make sure she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. Or close. Very, close.

He held her gorgeous hip with one hand and started to make tiny thrusts. He knew he was larger than average. Never mind that he'd never been with a woman as small as Janet.

He'd only ever been with the sleazy sweetbutts who hung around the club, and not in years. None of them had ever complained about his size. But none of them were as delicate as Janet.

He didn't want to hurt her accidentally.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to think about that.

Not wanting to think about anything but the way she felt.

She was tiny but somehow her body was allowing him in a little deeper with every stroke. He was going slowly even though he wanted to unleash himself, to take her roughly until he poured himself into her.

Maybe someday. When she was used to him. Then he could really let go.