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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I heard the crinkle of a package being torn and realized he was putting on a condom. He must have had one ready in his pocket. I should have been angry at him for being so damn sure of himself.

Instead, I wondered how many of those things he'd brought with him.

A lot, I was hoping.

Clint

Hmmff… heaven.

I held the tip of my wrapped cock against her slippery little lips and pressed forward with a groan. Phee was tight as hell, but the work I'd already done to relax her was making it possible to wedge my well above average cock inside her.

But dear Jesus it was a snug fit!

This was not the proper way to do things, but it was too late to turn back now. Hell, it had been too late from the first moment I laid eyes on her! I'd been doomed to end up right here, screwing sweet little Pheonyx Delancey on the floor, from the moment we'd met.

Boots off. Pants on. Condom on.

But damn the woman was squeezing me like a boa constrictor! I knew I was the first, but I'd never been with a virgin before. And I doubted anyone felt like this. This smooth, or silky, or electrifying.

She was also so strong from riding. I loved the way her thigh muscles flexed around my hips as I hoisted her up. There- I could get in a little farther this way…

"Sweet Jesus!"

Sweat was dripping off my brow as I circled my hips, trying to get a bit further inside her. I was only a few inches in and I already felt like I could pop. I was so turned on, all it would take at this point was a stiff breeze…

Speaking of stiff, my cock felt like a battering ram, sinking into a pot of honey. Warm, hot and sweet.

"Easy does it… Christ! I don't want to hurt you, darlin'…"

I reached down and found her clit, playing with it as I pushed forward. Unfff… that was working. She opened up like a flower, letting me in even more. I'd never felt anything like it. Her wrapped in my arms, our bodies joining together… it was paradise, pure and simple.

For fuck's sake, it wasn't supposed to feel this good, was it?

The woman underneath me was melting, stretching to accommodate my girth. I was not a small man, and my cock was big even for my size.

But if I went nice and easy…

"Clint."

I looked down at her beautiful face, vowing to myself that she was mine. That I was keeping her.

Permanently.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

She looked at me, all sweet and innocent and-

"Hurry."

"You're sure?"

She gave me a sexy moan that let me know that she was sure. Damn! Well hell, if the lady wanted me to get a move on, I sure as hell wasn't going to disappoint her.

I groaned and let my body take over. Even if I wasn't the whole way in, I could get a good rhythm going in the meantime. I slid out and then back in a few times. It was working. In a few minutes I was wedged deep inside her.

This was what heaven felt like.

Phee was exceptionally beautiful, her body a perfect specimen of strong but feminine. But that wasn't just it. And it wasn't just that I was the first either.

It was her. It was Pheonyx Delancey in my arms, calling my name, letting me make her a woman.

I was damned if I was ever going to let her go.

"You alright, Phee?"

"Hmmm hmmm…"

I was holding back, trying to go slow. I wanted to make it last and be as gentle as I could. It was the hardest damn thing I'd done in my life.

"You sure now? It's a real tight fit."

"Yes. But I…"

"What is it darlin'? You tell me what you want and I'll make it happen."

"I want to move."

I grinned, feeling like I'd won the damn lottery. Hell, I knew I had. This perfect, passionate woman wanted me.

I just had to show her the ropes.

"Good. That's real good, babygirl. Here, let me show you…"

I gripped her ass in both hands and pulled out. As I pushed my way back in, I guided her hips towards me in a little circle. And again. And again.

By the third stroke, she had it. I grit my teeth, trying to hold on to my sanity. Pheonyx Delancey was screwing me like a champ.

Pheonyx

"Oh! Oh, oh oh ohhhhh!"

I was flat on my back on the floor, with Clint above me. He was working himself in and out of my body like a freight train. He was unstoppable.

Slow, hard and steady.

The man was literally a machine.

I tossed my head back and forth as I peaked again. I'd lost count of how many times I'd crested the wave and then shattered. But it wasn't frightening.

Every single time I shattered, he was right there, holding me, putting me back together again.


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