Shafted(Devil's Blaze MC 4)(25)

“I don’t want to stop you, I just...”

“Just what?” I ask, letting my finger follow along the rim of her underwear, dipping under the fabric every once in a while, loving the way her body tightens and leans towards me each time. She’s already on the edge. God, how I’m going to enjoy pushing her over.

“I wish you’d just get it over with,” she mumbles, her face a bright red. I want to laugh. She has no idea what I’m going to give her, or get her used to taking from me. Hurry will not be in my vocabulary. Well, possibly the first time, but the second time, I’ll make sure lasts a good long time. Maybe until she begs me, or better yet until she can’t do anything but cry from the need of what I’m denying her.

“In due time. Right now, you have too many clothes on.”

“But, all I have on is my panties,” she argues.

“Exactly,” I tell her with a grin, before ripping them down the sides so I can claim my prize. I have plans for these later.

“Why did you do that? What am I supposed to wear now?” she asks, flustered.

“Me,” I tell her, completely serious.

“But...” her sentence stalls on her lips when she watches me bring her underwear up to my face and deeply inhale her scent. “What are you doing?” She asks, her fingers biting into the bicep of my arm I’m using to hold her with.

“You smell like fucking air.”

“Air?” she asks, but I can’t explain, it would give too much away. How do you tell someone you are beginning to think you can’t breathe without them? I don’t want to discuss it. Hell, maybe I’m not ready to face it. Her hands move down to cover her pussy and she’s looking around to avoid looking me in the eye.

I guess it’s time to begin her training.





Chapter Twenty-Two





Jax





I grab Bree’s hands, pulling them together, holding them hostage in one of mine, and forcing them behind her back. She doesn’t even try to stop me. A fact that surprises, but pleases me more.

“I told you not to hide what’s mine, Bree,” I whisper in her ear. Her head leans back against me.

“Jax...”

“Don’t worry baby girl, I’ll give you what you need,” I assure her. Letting go of her hands, I slide one of mine down her stomach and then further to cup her pussy. The heat rolling off of her envelopes my hand as I feel the wet evidence of her desire gather on my fingers. Excitement pounds through me. Not for the first time, I regret not being able to delve deep inside of her.

I push that thought aside and instead concentrate on the automatic way that Bree shifts her legs, making way for me to do whatever I want with that sweet body. I squeeze her pussy tightly, while my other hand palms and kneads one of her tits. When her hips thrust back at me, I feel like I’ve won a fucking war.

It’s a dangerous game I’m playing, but I can’t resist unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down so that my cock is free, pressing against her bare ass. I’m so hard and ready that my balls physically hurt. Pre-cum is leaking from the head and instantly slides against her creamy white ass. I take my cock in my hand, holding him roughly and stroke one smooth, long stroke, groaning as a stream of it slides against her cheek. Bree’s breath hitches and her body stops all movement for a second as she feels what I’m doing.

I take my finger gathering the liquid on it and pushing it toward the crevice of her ass. My fingers bite into the fleshy cheek and I pull on it to reveal the small rosette opening, groaning as I push my pre-cum and finger into it. The circle of muscles clamps down immediately.

“Relax baby. Don’t tense up. Let yourself go. It will feel good I promise.” She takes a deep shuddering breath, but slowly she starts to relax, allowing my finger to go deeper inside. Jesus. She’s so fucking tight. Exhilaration and need drum through me at such a rate, my body literally quakes. I’m going to have her in every way possible. Soon.

Raking my hand against her pussy, I push my fingers through the wet heat of her desire. She tightens down on my fingers, wanting to ride them. The urge to thrust them inside of her is there, but not yet. I slide them back and forth, never going inside but petting and combing through her sweet juice, while teasing her clit on each upward thrust.

“Ah,” she gasps. Her hips are moving now in time with my actions. I can feel her legs tremble, as I rake back through. My hand is drenched in her desire. I want to taste her, but right now I need to do this. I’ve been thinking about it for days. I pull my hand back slowly, taking the time to scissor my fingers out and catching her clit between them. I push them together, so the throbbing little button jumps with each beat of her pulse. I can feel it against my fingers and again that feeling of power and control comes over me. What is it about her that makes me feel like I could conquer the world?