Free Finding Charity: Red Devils M.C. by Michelle Woods Page B

tasted like heaven and he wasn’t about to deny himself any part of that gift. He backed her up till she fell back on the bed. He looked down at her lying across the bed his cock throbbing in his pants. He knew that he would take her. He pulled on his cut, removing it, still watching her lying on the bed. Her eyes still slightly glazed from the pleasure his kiss had stirred inside her. He removed his shirt too before lying on the bed bedside her his hand sliding under her shirt slowly reaching for her bare breast beneath her shirt.
    Charity had tumbled back on the bed breathless from his kiss, her heart pounding in her ears. She watched him standing above her looking. She knew she should protest, try to get up, but she just couldn’t seem to find the will power. The man was dead sexy, and as she watched him remove his cut and shirt she couldn’t deny that she wanted him. He moved onto the bed beside her and her breath caught. She felt his hand sliding across her abdomen his fingers moving to take possession of her right breast.
    As the heated hand covered her breast, she knew that she was going to let this happen. She was going to let him fuck her. And she knew that’s all it would be to him, but she wasn’t sure that was all it was for her. Only she couldn’t stop him, she needed this, she needed him. His fingers rolled her nipple making her body arch off the bed. He leaned forward taking her other nipple into his mouth shirt and all. He sucked her, making her moan.
    She held his head to her, her other hand moving to his shoulder, sliding over the smooth flesh of his back. She felt his hand moving to lift her shirt, he groaned, pressing his hard cock against her leg.
    Tick was so hard he throbbed with a painful ache, his hand slid to the edge of her shirt sliding it up. His mouth still sucking on her cloth covered breast. He pulled his mouth away from her quickly ripping the shirt up before falling back to that breast, again sucking hard. His tongue slid across her nipple, his teeth raking the tip. He felt her move wiggling to get closer, he liked that. He wanted her wet, ready, and open. He felt almost ferial, with the needs he was feeling to touch, to own. His body was clenched so tight his skin hurt.
    She moved against him, her hands running across his back making him almost groan. He needed her little hands on him, all over him. He managed to pull back looking at her beside him on the bed her shirt lifted, her nipples hard, her bare skin still glistened with the moisture from his mouth. His hands tugged at her shirt, finally ripping it off her head then they were at the snap on her jean shorts, tugging. He wanted her naked in his bed. He almost growled at the visceral feelings of need seeing her like this evoked.
       Her eyes watched him, heavy lidded. He ran his hand over her hips, his eyes taking in her wet nest of curls covered by her purple lace panties. He placed his hand over her stomach, not sure if he would last long enough to get inside her. He felt like a school boy looking at his first woman. His cock was throbbing so hard he almost couldn’t stand it. He leaned forward his mouth kissing her stomach then moved slowly up her torso to take her other breast into his mouth, sucking. He felt rather than heard her whimper, her hands moved over his chest, her fingers finding his nipple. She rolled his nipple as he had hers, making his teeth run over hers.
    He couldn’t believe how sensitive his own nipples were as she rolled, then pinched it. He let out a loud moan around the nipple in his mouth as she repeated the process on his other one. Then he became almost mindless as his hand plunged between her legs, his fingers finding wet heat. He shoved her panties aside, his fingers entering her. She mewled in pleasure her legs falling apart.
    He pressed down with his thumb as his fingers thrust into her making her writhe beneath him. He wanted to see her come, he needed to feel her feminine heat flood his