The Secrets That Find Us (The Devils Dust MC Legacy)

Big Chief is going to lose his patch if he lets on about us, and I don’t want that to be because of me. Ignoring my question, he presses his mouth to mine and I melt into him, kissing him back fervently, my legs wrapping around his hips, the urgency to touch him comparing to nothing I’ve felt before, causing me to sit on his lap. His hard cock rubs against my clit and I rock myself back and forth against it. His hand slips down my back, pushing my bare breast against his hard chest. His lips skim across my jaw, down my neck, until finally reaching my right tit. His lips taking a nipple into his mouth, he sucks on it. God, it feels so good, he feels so good. I loll my head back, my hair getting wet and my body rocking against him harder, desperately wanting him to just slip inside of me already.

“Let’s move this to the bed, I don’t want to get your stitches wet.” He breathes against my sore cheek.

I nod, my breathing near panting. Wrapping one of his arms around my body, he stands with me still attached to him and steps out of the tub. Water splashes onto the floor, leaving a trail as he takes us to the bed. We lay on the fluffy blankets with him on top and kisses down the valley of my tits then my stomach. I sit up to watch him go even farther down, shoving my knees over his shoulder, he stares at me while flicking my clit with his tongue. My whole body rushes with an uncontrollable vibration, making me involuntarily buck against him, but I don’t take my eyes off his. His tongue goes deeper, his lips sucking on my nub relentlessly until I fold over him and moan, my body trembles with wave after wave of tingles leaving me breathless and demanding more. Just as I think I’m about to combust, he lets go of my clit and stands on his knees causing me to fall flat on my back out of breath.

He fists his cock, giving it a pump or two, and grabs me by a leg to drag my ass to him.

I grab on to the sheets, stopping me from reaching him.

“Condom!” My voice is all breathy.

He looks to the floor, his brows pinched together as if it’s a nuisance but I know he’s been around the club, and I won’t do this without protection.

He disappears into the shadows of the room and comes back with his dick sheathed in latex.

“Now get over here,” he growls, pulling me by the ankle as my ass slides to the end of the bed.

Sucking in a tight breath, I let him take control, I love it when he does. For once I don’t have to think, or worry, or plan my next move. I can just… feel. He places my feet on his shoulders, my legs on his chest, and he slips the tip inside. My fingers claw at the sheets, my body arching as he fills me to the brink.

“That a girl, take it. Take it all,” he mutters, thrusting into me all the way.

“Jesus!” I grit through clenched teeth, my head thrashing to the left as my whole body takes off where it left off minutes ago. He fists my right tit and slowly rocks into me, the bed squeaking from our movements.

He fists my right tit and slowly rocks into me, the bed squeaking from our movements. Pinching my nipple, he slides his hand up my chest and grasps my neck. Eyes hooded, my lips part to allow the harsh breathing to escape. He’s fucking dominating me and I love it. I want more. I rock my hips conveying I want it harder and faster. He smirks but doesn’t go faster or rougher, if anything, he slows down. Hovering over me, his back arches and his ass clinches as he steadily fucks me, every move and breath deliberate and carefully measured all while his hand grips on my neck. If I didn’t know any better, it’s as if he’s memorizing my every move by the look on his face… is this making love?

“ls this making…?” I whisper, only getting half the question out before my entire body crashes with an intense wave of ecstasy. My body spirals into a frenzy of tingles and warmth for mere seconds before crashing down to earth, out of breath.

His teeth sink into my ankle, and he thrusts into me so hard, the bedframe slams against the wall once, twice, three times before he stills.

“Holy shit…” I breathe, dragging my hands down my face. I feel languid and weak when I roll over onto my belly. This must be what cloud nine is and I don’t ever want to come down.