Trust The Devil Read Online Joanna Blake (The Devil’s Riders #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Devil's Riders Series by Joanna Blake
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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
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Most of all I wanted his clothes off, right now.

It was pretty clear he wanted mine off too.

He grunted as he untied my robe belt and opened it. I heard him whisper 'lord have mercy' as he stared down at my lace nightie. It was slightly see through, I realized with a blush.

I didn't close my eyes as he pushed the strap off one shoulder so he could get at my breast. He squeezed one in one hand, and held the other up to his lips, devouring me like a starving man.

He was talking to me, telling me how beautiful I was. How desirable. I felt his fingertips on my thighs, pushing my nightie up while he knelt in front of me.

He groaned when he saw the matching panties.

Those were really see through.

"Lord Phee, you are surely going to kill me…"

And then he kissed me. Right there. Right through my panties.

The heat of his lips- the feel of him. It was too much. I whimpered at the sensations coursing through my body.

I gasped as he tugged my panties down my thighs, grasping his wrists in a panic.

"Oh honey, please let me see you. I want to taste you so bad…"

"Taste me?"

My voice was a high squeak. He stared up at me. Clint was on his knees in front of me, literally begging me. He wasn't arrogant now. He was just hungry.

For me.

"Hmmm… I want you so bad, babygirl…"

I nodded yes and he smiled, slowly pulling my panties to my ankles. He lifted one foot and then the other, tossing the panties away. He stared at me, his rough fingers lightly brushing over my sensitive flesh.

I shivered in ecstasy.

He lifted one of my legs and rested it over his big, muscular shoulder. I was open for him. Totally exposed. I felt his breath fan my bare pussy. Then he leaned in and licked me, bottom to top. My whole body jolted from the feel of it.

Oh… now I saw what he'd been after…

But Clint was just getting started. Again and again he tasted me, telling me how sweet I was, how perfect, how he could eat me for every meal.

He looked up at me, his finger circling over my clit.

"Breakfast, lunch and dinner."

His eyes went back between my legs.

"And snacks. Lots of snacks…"

Then his tongue was pushing inside me, between my lips. Up and in and - oh! He pushed it in and out, slow and steady until I started to shake. His finger was busy too, using the softest pressure to strum my most sensitive spot.

Faster and faster he went. My fingers gripped his shoulders. My head tossed back and forth. My hips met his tongue with every thrust.

"That's it, darlin'… hmmfff… you're so tight… I can't-"

I screamed as my whole body filled with light. My back slammed into the wall as I started to convulse. He didn't stop using his tongue and fingers on me.

If anything, he picked up the pace.

I shook all over the damn wall, my legs like jello. His hands went around my waist, as if he'd sensed it, immediately holding me up. He was so strong. And I felt so safe.

He was saying something as I came back to Earth.

"You are one hell of a woman, Phee. Now let's see if we can do that twice…"

I moaned incoherently as he started in on me again.

This time he was using his finger inside me. Stroking it in and out. I looked down just in time to see him pull my clit into his mouth and flick his tongue against it.

Hard.

I squealed and started to shake, orgasmic aftershocks rocking through me. He did it again. And again. And then he was flicking it against me, rapid fire.

I had no idea Clint could move his tongue that fast.

That was it. It was too much. I screamed, this time even louder. He didn't stop, just slid another finger inside me, stretching. He kept flicking his tongue, faster and harder until I came a third time.

I felt limp as a noodle and soaking wet when he finally lifted his head.

"Damn darlin', you taste sweet!"

He stood up and shrugged his shirt the whole way off, yanking my nightie up and over my head. I was completely bare to him. Meanwhile Clint was still in jeans. I felt so naked and exposed.

He grunted in appreciation as he looked me over.

As soon as he pressed my body against his bare chest, all my self-consciousness disappeared. He felt so warm… so big and strong. Plus, he couldn't look at me too closely when I was pressed up against him.

He kissed me, fiddling with his pants. I realized he was opening them, pulling them down a bit.

"I know, it ain't right. Your first time should be in a bed. But honey, I don't think I can wait."


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