Free Devil's Girl: Dust Bowl Devils MC by Britten Thorne Page B

fuck."
    "Do you want me to stop?" I shook my head. "Then shut up."
    I felt so small against him. He gathered me closer again, and my breasts were crushed against the hard planes of his chest. Still he stroked my back and arms, until every nerve was hot, every touch leaving a trail of flames through my body. His erection dug into my hip but he showed no sign of wanting to use it yet. He dropped soft kisses on my face, along my cheekbones and forehead. He'd barely touched me anywhere more sensitive aside from that one thrust, but I throbbed with need anyway. He had said he wanted to make me come - I didn't take it seriously at first, but it was looking probable. And he's hardly done anything yet!
    I moved my hips to press against him, but he used a leg to hold me back. "Tease," I breathed through our kiss, and his chest rumbled with a deep growl.
    “This is a bad idea,” he said. His voice rumbled through my body like thunder. I didn’t even care what he’d just said, I just wanted him. I moved in and kissed him again. Something in him changed; the soft and gentle Theo disappeared. With a sharp breath, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to him. He found my tongue with his own, dancing with it, thrusting roughly inside my mouth. With a groan, he tilted his head for a better angle. It felt like he was trying to devour me.
    His hand slid down me back and pulled me tight against him. Yes, I thought as he ground his cock against my stomach, Yes, finally. Why the hell was I still in my clothes?
    He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to my chin, then my neck, sucking and biting, his tongue teasing my heated skin. “Theo,” I whispered.
    Abruptly, he withdrew. He pushed me up so I was kneeling. “Strip.” Moving as quickly as I could, I pulled my top up. It wasn’t fast enough for him. He was on me in a second, yanking the fabric roughly over my head and ripping at the button of my pants before the shirt even hit the floor. The pants followed immediately after.
    “On your back,” he growled. Again, I couldn’t move fast enough. He grabbed my wrists and smashed them down against the pillows above my head, trapping them together in one hand. His lips crashed into mine, his tongue in my mouth in a flash, thrusting, slow, then hard and rough, a vulgar imitation of sex. My pussy throbbed in anticipation, begging for the same.
    Still holding my wrists, he moved down to my breasts. His mouth clamped onto one of my hardened, pink nipples, and he bit down. I gasped, and then squirmed as he soothed away the sting with the flat of his tongue.
    “Keep your arms as they are,” he said as he released them. Then he quirked an eyebrow, waiting for a response.
    “Okay.” I nodded for emphasis. He moved lower, trailing wet kisses down my abdomen until he was kneeling between my legs. He exhaled a hot breath against my pussy.
    I trembled with anticipation. I tried to speak, but his mouth was on me before I could formulate a word. He pulled my wet folds between his lips, one and then the other, stroking them slowly with his tongue. He was rough, the suction just hard enough to be on the right side of painful. My breath came in little gasps. He nipped and sucked until my pussy lips were swollen and throbbing, his tongue dancing across the satiny skin. My clit twitched and twinged as if begging for attention itself, but he stayed away. He seemed to want to tease and torture me until I begged.
    When his fingers found and circled my opening, I loosed a long, low moan. “God, Theo, you’re driving me crazy.” He pressed his finger just a fraction of an inch inside. My hips lifted, begging for more, and he chuckled.
    “Shh,” he said, slowly sliding his digit further. He withdrew, then thrust back inside, hard. I made a strangled sound and buried my fingers in his hair before I thought about what I was doing.
    “No.” He sat back and gathered my wrists in his hands. “What did I say?”
    “Not to move, I’m sorry!” The words