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

pink nipples beckoning his mouth.
    He didn't make them wait long. Much as he enjoyed teasing her, his need was too urgent. He planted his lips around one while thumbing the other and was rewarded with a sharp gasp. He nipped the pink bud, then soothed it with his flattened tongue.
    Her fingers tangled in his hair. Her knees parted, calling him closer still, inviting him. "Gunner." When she breathed his name like that, it made him want to devour her; mark her, consume her, make her his completely. He was spinning into unknown territory without brakes.
    His fingertips brushed her between her thighs and found her pussy soaked and swollen. He groaned against her breast.
    He wanted to take her right then and there, but he ignored his throbbing erection for the moment - he had made a promise. Moving down her body, he planted one hot kiss after another, making a trail towards her center as she trembled beneath each touch.
    "Look at me." He watched her eyes as he pushed two fingers inside her. Those hazel eyes flashed and fluttered with unrestrained arousal as her back arched. She bit her lip. "Let me hear you."
    "Oh, God." She rasped as if she'd been holding her breath. "I can't..."
    "What?" Her heat was incredible. He pulled his fingers partway out and held still, teasing her. "Tell me."
    She let her head drop back as she spoke. "I'm so fucking turned on." He hadn’t heard her curse much. He considered that a victory. "Please..." Her hips rose as she sought more.
    "Please what?" He curled his fingers upwards and found the textured area of her g-spot. Better hang on, honey .
    "Don't tease me, Gunner, please."
    Her words and her tone set him off. He drove his fingers into her, hard, making sure to strike her g-spot. She cried out as she rocked with his thrusts. At the same time, he leaned in and sought her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her fingers curled tight around his hair when he stroked it. The taste of her hit him like a drug - all he could think was more.
    A glance upwards revealed a more beautiful sight than he was prepared to behold - her face flushed, eyes wide with disbelief, chest heaving with wild desire.
    He'd had it backwards. She was the one who would consume him. Like a wildfire deep in the forest, she would burn him away until the only thing left for him to do would be to start over from scratch.
    Fuck.
    Me.
    And then the fire alarms screamed.

 
     
    He's trying to kill me after all. A delicious heat roiled through her in waves as Gunner's tongue found her clit and stroked it in time with his plunging fingers. She was so turned on and so wrecked with need that it almost hurt. What was it about him that did this to her?
    The screaming of the alarms jolted her back to reality. Something was burning in the tiny apartment. "Gunner!" Was that her voice, so high and so desperate? She could see the damn smoke coiling up to the ceiling. "Oh, shit… wait…" She tried to will her fingers to release his hair but she was too weak.
    He growled against her pussy, the vibrations making her toes curl. So close . But it wasn't enough. It wouldn't be enough until he fucked her. Her body screamed with pure animal need for that ancient dance.
    The blaring alarms meant that tango would have to wait.
    "So close, fuck..." He gave her what she needed, somehow reading her, applying more pressure without breaking the rhythm they'd built.
    She came just as the sprinklers burst to life. Her fluids soaked his hand as they sputtered, spat, and finally sprayed the entire apartment. It cooled her skin as her orgasm convulsed through her. Gunner had withdrawn and left her all too quickly, but what was she thinking, she needed to move, too. Still twinging with aftershocks, she rose from the bed to see him pulling on a pair of jeans. He pointed at her shorts where he'd left them on the bed.
    By the time she'd managed to get them on over her trembling legs, he had her bags in his hand and was opening the front door. The last dying wisps of