Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I should feel so guilty, but this feels so right. Naughty. Perfect. I’m not a bad girl, exactly, but maybe not quite as good as I thought. So I spread my legs a little wider, scaring myself with my own daring.
Devil adjusts himself, pulling attention back to that bulge in his jeans. It can only be one thing, but I’ve never even seen one. Not in real life, anyway, and only in clinical descriptions with line drawings in my school work. Dad gave a whole sermon when I was 10 on some innocent web searches I’d done that his spying software picked up and then spanked me until I could hardly breathe.
I’ve never dared look for anything since and now I feel like a complete idiot in front of this very worldly man. “I’ve never…”
“I figured as much. Easy.” He shifts me, rolling me back on the bed so he’s got access to all of me—his hand on one breast, his hot mouth on the other, and his fingers between my legs, stroking lightly over the little cover I’ve got left. Even through my panties, the touch of his fingertips is magic. He looks up. “You’re fucking soaked.”
“Oh God. I’m sorry, I’m—”
“Don’t be. Best fucking compliment a man can get, baby.” He presses his fingers just a little harder. I moan quietly in response. “Now, let me make you feel good.”
He already is.
But then he pulls my panties aside, just enough for him to slicken his fingers in my wetness before dragging the tips up where I’m most sensitive. My breath hitches and my hips flex against his touch. “Oh!”
I cling to him like he’s a rollercoaster, and I forgot to attach my seatbelt. Having someone else touch me is completely different from my own hands. Sure, I’ve explored, but this is so much more, and I had literally no idea. None. I can almost understand why we’re warned away from lustful exploration, because why would anyone want to do anything else if this is an option?
He slides his fingers back for more slippery wetness and one of them dips just barely inside me. I jerk away out of instinct, but also want to push my hips up and beg for more.
But he doesn’t push it. His fingertips move back up to my clit, circling it gently, while I gasp and wriggle underneath him. It’s so intense that it’s hard to decide if it feels good or not. Actually, that’s not true. It’s good, really good—maybe too good?
“That’s it, baby. Let me see you come for me. You look so fucking sexy like that,” Devil growls, his rough words taking shape and tracing down my spine to make me arch my back. Something builds deep in my core, and I’ve never felt anything like it.
My fingers dig into Devil’s arm. “I’m…” Words fail me.
“Just let it happen. Trust your body. I won’t let you go.”
The feeling swells, sweeping over me like a wave crashing onto the beach. It fills me, teases me, makes me tingle until I feel it all the way out in my toes and fingertips. “Devil…” I whisper, a call for help before I go over the edge.
“Come for me, baby.”
I explode. It’s the only way to describe it. Molten heat erupts from my core and fills me. I’m bubbling over, overwhelmed with pleasure that turns the backs of my eyelids white and has me digging my fingernails into Devil’s arm. I scream out the first orgasm in my life, and I think I’m going to die from it. But what a way to go.
And he doesn’t stop, keeping a slow and steady rubbing between my legs as aftershocks rock me. One after another, slowly weakening until they’re just tingles.
I slump onto the bed, exhausted, my eyes shut and my breathing slowly coming back to normal.
“Told ‘ya I could teach you things,” says Devil in a cocky voice.
“Don’t talk to me. I just died and went to Heaven. You have no power there.” It takes all of my remaining brain power to deliver even that little bit of sass.
“You’d be surprised where I have power,” he says with a chuckle.
Now that I’m calming down, I’m actually feeling a little cool. I grab the covers on his bed and roll myself into it. The orgasm combined with the alcohol is catching up to me. I tuck a pillow under my head, finding it mostly by feel since my eyes are already shut.
The bed shifts as he settles behind me, then runs his hand over my hip, on top of the covers. “Wore you out, huh?” He laughs. “Sleep. I’ll keep you safe.”
It occurs to my sleep-addled mind that I’m in a motel room with a dangerous biker. No one knows where I am, and I’m curled up like a kitten about to fall asleep in his bed. I feel safe here. Like I can trust him, but he could do anything to me.