Trust The Devil (Devil's Riders 3)

"Oh, so you ‘like’ me do you?"

She nodded eagerly, clearly hoping he was understanding her. She was adorable. Nervous and so polite. She thought he liked her. That was a pitiful word for what he was feeling. She was about to get her mind blown when he showed her how much.

"And you think I like you?"

Her mouth opened but no words came out. He stared into her eyes.

"I think we can do better than 'like' don't you?"

She blinked at him in that adorable way she always did. Like a sexy little owl. He moaned and lowered his head, kissing her tenderly this time. She did like him. She had come here looking like that just to see him. All the anger and frustration flowed out of his body. And was immediately replaced with pure heat.

His tongue tangled with hers as he touched her softly through her clothes, letting his hands wander. That wasn't going to satisfy him for long though. She made no sound of protest when he started unbuttoning her blouse again.

This was it. She was letting him in at long last.

One button, two, three… he moaned as her bra came into view. Her body was fucking glorious. He's never seen a rack like that in his life. His hands cupped her through her bra, stroking her gorgeous tits until her nipples poked up through the lace.

Oh God.

He kissed her again and let his hands slide to her back, reaching for her bra closure. She giggled. She fucking giggled at him.

"What?"

She just smiled and reached for the front of her bra, unclasping it shyly. It fell open and the most beautiful breasts in the world came tumbling out. High and round and oh so voluptuous. He gaped at her, moaning as his hands closed over a perfect globe.

This right here. This was heaven.

He wanted to taste her but he was too damn tall to get his mouth on her hot little body. He knelt and started worshipping those magnificent breasts, stroking and touching both as he moved his mouth from one breast to the other.

"Oh Donnie…"

He was making ridiculous slurping sounds as he greedily suckled her. He’d waited so long, he felt like he could do this all night. Just this. Just… worshipping her.

Eventually he realized this would be better if her pants were off too. And they were lying down.

He stood up and lifted her off her feet, carrying her to the bed. Gently he laid her down and reached for her waist, placing a kiss on each nipple before he started tugging her jeans down over her hips.

She lay on his messy bed, her blond hair fanned out around her head. She had long perfect legs leading up to an exaggerated hourglass figure. Her hips were sexily rounded and her cute little tummy was flat as a board. And above them… those twin beauties waited.

She was perfect. The perfect woman for him. And he was going to show her how badly he wanted her.

He would show her how much he cared.

He climbed on top of her and greedily went to work.

Chapter 25

Sally

Oh my.

Sally stared up at Donnie, his beautiful face dark and serious. He seemed intent on lavishing her with kisses. She almost giggled.

He seemed to be a little bit, um, focused on her breasts.

Donnie sighed and finally lifted his head to kiss her. He lay to the side of her and reached between her legs. He lowered his head to her breasts again, his fingers busy between her thighs.

Any thought of laughter fled from her mind, along with any other coherent thought. He was stroking her lightly through her panties. He stopped to turn her toward him slightly and lift her leg over his. Then he went back to what he was doing.

Exploring. Tasting. Touching.

And oh God, he knew what he was doing.

Donnie seemed to know just when to tease her and when to apply pressure until she was writhing on the bed. But she realized he was doing a lot more teasing than anything else. He bent his leg, lifting her top thigh into the air and spreading her wider. His hand slipped inside her panties at last, sliding up and down her outer lips without trying to push inside.

Her hips were rocking now as Donnie kissed her nipples endlessly and toyed with her femininity. Then he moved his finger to her sweet spot and started a rapid flicking motion.

Oh God!

What he was doing to her defied logic. This huge biker was expertly playing her body like a fiddle! He was keeping her on the brink of orgasm. And he’d been doing it for almost an hour.

In a back bedroom of the Spawns Clubhouse.

And she was letting him. Not just letting him, she was loving it. But she wanted more.

Now.

"Donnie-"

"Not yet."

"Donnie-"

"Not yet."

"Donnie. Take your pants off."