Page 36 of Devil’s Disciples

He was either disappointed with me or trying to prove a point. I didn’t care which it was. I’d always wanted to be smashed up against a wall and shoved full of dick by a tattooed biker. He was simply satisfying a fantasy I’d harbored for years.

“I. Love. Fucking. Your. Tight. Little. Pussy.” Each spoken word of his admission was complimented with a savage shove of his entire length.

Suspended above the floor by nothing more than the force of him fucking me, my thank you came in the form of a grunt that shot from my lungs each time he thrust his hips.

With his jeans around his ankles and my dress draped over his forearms, he continued like a man possessed by sexual demons. Caught up in the moment and enjoying every inch of what he offered me, I gave no objection.

The air between grew thick with the scent of his cologne. He smelled like heaven. I closed my eyes and allowed the aroma to carry me away.

His ability to transform me to a place void of outside influence fascinated me.

But. He was still a man. And, men were evil creatures. They lied, cheated, and ruined the lives of everyone in their wake. Baker’s surprise kiss somehow allowed me to forget that fact. For that moment, while we were embraced in the kiss, my past – and all the memories associated with it – vanished.

Unlike most women, I’d never really enjoyed kissing or being kissed. It was far too intimate of an act. Baker’s kiss was different. It brought with it a wave of complexity that cast me into an unfamiliar place. Despite the magic of the kiss, he a man.

And, men were evil.

If I allowed myself to become attached to him, he’d eventually hurt me. Having that knowledge allowed me to fuck him without fear of what the future held.

Because we were just fucking.

“Your cock feels like velvet,” I breathed.

He withdrew himself until the tip of his swollen dick cleared my pussy lips. His chin raised slightly. “Velvet?”

I drew a breath and then nodded eagerly. “Uh…huh.”

“Velvet’s soft and smooth.” His brows knitted together. “My cock’s like steel.”

It was like steel. But it was so very smooth, like velvet. I raised my eyebrows. “Velvet steel.”

He gave me a mild-mannered glare, gripped my ass firmly, and then slammed his entire length balls-deep. “Does that feel like fucking velvet?”

The tip of his dick felt like it was in my chest.

“Asshole,” I seethed. “You’re going to rip me apart.”

He pulled his hips back ever so gently. Then, without warning, he shoved every inch of his thick shaft into me, again.

He grinned a sly grin. “Velvet steel.”

I winced in pain. Being skewered by dick wasn’t a great feeling. “I mean it,” I said. “If you make me bleed...”

“Novices bleed.”

“Well, I’m definitely not a professional.”

His jaw tightened. “I’ll turn you into one.”

I gave him a look. “You’re going to make me a whore?”

He nodded. “My little whore.”

I wasn’t anyone’s property, nor would I ever be. I’d let him fantasize about me being a whore if it made him happy for the next ten minutes, so I offered no opposition to his claim.

“Shut up and fuck me,” I said dryly. “I was almost there.”

Holding me where my butt cheeks met my thighs, he spread me open wide in preparation for what was to come. In anticipation, I arched my back and closed my eyes. Then, slowly and predictably, he rowed his hips back and forth.