Devil's Fall: Dust Bowl Devils MC by Britten Thorne Page A

you." He pumped his hips as if to demonstrate. "Before that, I'll finish what we started at the hotel." He ran the tip of his tongue along the shell of her ear. "First, I'm gonna finish making these eggs. But see, I don't like cooking." He pressed down on her shoulders. "So you've got to keep me entertained."
    She dropped eagerly to her knees with a thud that made him wince.
    He turned the burner back on as she grabbed his cock in her delicate hands and licked the head right across the slit. He stiffened all over, but he grabbed the spatula. She wasn't going to get his full attention that easily.
    "Bastard," she grinned up at him. Then she engulfed as much of him as she could fit in the hot confines of her mouth.
    He groaned and resisted the urge to thrust. It just wouldn't do to give in so easily. But still, having her mouth on him, having any contact with her at all, threatened to short circuit his brain. He didn't know what had come over him. It felt fantastic and frightening all at once.
    It looked like she'd started frying the eggs. He flipped one and discovered it already burnt. But she didn't need to know that. "Turning 'em over now," he grumbled, trying to sound bored. “Dunno what made you want to cook ‘em this way.” But the swirl of her tongue and the light suction she created with her mouth were making it hard to keep his voice steady. Not that he was very good at that anyway.
    She responded to his taunt by taking him deeper. She brought her hand into play as well, gripping him tight at the base and stroking him slowly.
    It was a struggle not to lose it right there. All his consciousness converged on his cock. His body wanted to grab her head and thrust into that wet heat, but he wasn't quite done with his game yet.
    He jammed two pieces of bread into his toaster. "What were you gonna do, make sandwiches? I think I've got cheese somewhere."
    She cupped his balls and rolled them gently in her palm. He groaned between his teeth. He gripped the edge of the stove, looked down at the burnt eggs, and thought what the hell am I doing?
    The spatula hit the floor.
    What he really wanted to do was stand her up, bend her over, and take her right there, but as she sucked harder and her tongue firmly caressed the underside of his shaft, there was no way he was going to tell her to stop. It just felt too fucking good.
    He slid a hand behind her head - both to hold her still and to cushion her from banging against the oven door - then moved with a few experimental thrusts.
    She looked up at him with a triumphant grin around his cock. "Shut up," he grunted, then thrust with more force. He grinned to himself as she gasped around him. She's getting better at letting go a little. I did that .
    He thrust harder and tensed up. Fuck, I'm gonna finish as fast as a goddamn teenager. It was the sight of Senna rubbing herself over her shorts and moaning around her mouthful that ultimately sent him over. His hand clenched around her dyed-black hair as he held his cock as deeply as he dared. She swallowed as he exploded with a long, low groan. He came harder than he had in a very long time, spilling a surprising volume and still twitching as she released him several breaths later. She's a witch. That's the only explanation .
    Even worse, it wasn't enough. He guided her to her feet and kissed her hard, tasting his own salty remains on her tongue.
    He walked backwards towards his bed and pulled her along with him. She made a sound of protest but he didn't let her up for air. He needed to have her, all of her, right away.
    Her protest died as soon as she was on her back. She clung to his neck and returned his kiss with a need that echoed his own.
    His cock stirred, growing hard again already.
    There were no words and no games, now. They both tore at her shorts and let them fall at his feet. He didn't bother removing her top - he just pushed her shirt and bra up to her neck and beheld her tits in all their bared glory, creamy skin and hard