The Soldiers of Wrath MC 1 Owned by the Bastard by Sam Crescent, Jenika Snow Page B

forget about me, baby. I’m going to fuck you day and night. You’re not going to be able to walk straight without thinking about me. Whenever another man looks at you, you’re going to be so full of my cum that you’re not going to even think about straying.”
    “I’m not going to stray,” she said, taking a deep breath.
    “I know. I’m not going to give you a chance to leave me.”
    Why was he worried about her leaving? He ruled a club full of whores who’d gladly spread their legs for him. If anyone should be worried about straying, it should be her, even if he knew in his heart he’d never do that to her.
    “Now, I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to enjoy it, because you’re mine and know it.”

“G et on the bed, baby, and lie on your back.” Running a hand over his mouth, she watched as Demon tried to control himself. She could see it in his hard expression on him, in the way he was poised tightly, as if he wanted to pounce on her like a wild animal wanting to devour her.
    She moved to the bed, lay back fully on it, and felt her cream slip from her pussy even more. She was so wet, so aroused, that staring at him fully dressed with his cock only visible through the fly of jeans was heady and arousing.
    “Open for me.”
    It wasn’t a question, and that alone had Deanna moaning even louder, ready for Demon. She never thought she would like dominance in the bedroom, never thought she could be submissive and allow a man to control every part of her. But with Demon she realized that he wanted her to give herself up to him totally. And she was more than ready to be that way with him. Having Demon control the situation made everything more heightened within her. She didn’t hesitate to place her heels on the mattress and spread her thighs open for him.
    The cool air drifted along her swollen, wet pussy, and she bit her lip as she waited for him to come to her, to order her to do whatever he wanted. She could see him staring at her body, and didn’t need to hear words to know what he had to say.
    “Fuck, Deanna,” he said and grabbed his cock, stroking himself. “Compared to me you’re so damn sweet and innocent, just waiting like a ripe fruit to be plucked and sampled.” He took another step forward. The flavor of his flesh, of his mouth and pre-cum was still in her mouth and she wanted more. His erection was a hard rod between his thighs, and she knew he would fill her pussy completely. When he was at the edge of the bed and his body heat coated her like a blanket, she shivered, feeling so aroused she was lightheaded. Before she could say anything Demon was moving on the bed and between her legs. His mouth was on her chin, and he slowly moved his lips lower, dragged his tongue along her cleavage, and gripped her shoulders to hold her down for his erotic abuse.
    He made the same path over and over again, over her breasts and back up her neck. It was pure, unadulterated torture. He ran his tongue over her chin, down her throat again, and nibbled the hard tips of her breasts. Throwing all sane thoughts aside, she let her head fall back and her eyes close as Demon memorized her body with his tongue. He didn’t miss an inch of her, and Deanna felt as though she was being devoured. Her nipples were stiff buds, and when he ran his tongue over them her pussy walls contracted involuntarily. This was enough foreplay, because there was no way she would live through any more.
    “Take off your clothes, Demon, and fuck me already. Claim me as your woman.” She was stunned with herself for those words coming out of her mouth. She meant each one of them with every part of her body. In a move faster than she thought a large man like him could do, he was off the bed, tearing his clothes away until the hard, tattooed flesh of his huge body was on display. She braced herself on her elbows, breathing heavily as her desire moved so high she felt like she was about to explode from it. He was between her thighs