AN OUTLAW MONSTER (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel) (11 page)

What are we going to do here,
darling?

I curled my lip, stuck between
angry and horny.

Goddammit, I wanted to turn around
and ravage her sweet curvy body.

But I couldn
’
t get any closer. I couldn
’
t tempt damn fate anymore.
If the order came down that she needed to go, I couldn
’
t stop it. There was no way I could get
inside her without causing a bigger fucking mess.

Which left me with one choice.

I had to keep going.

My right hand gripped tight again.
I felt my arm flex, along with my back. I started to stroke myself, my eyes
locked into the reflection of Harlee looking back. Her lips parted into a
silent gasp as she just stood there. She stepped back and hit the wall in the
hallway. Her hands touched the wall. She was in nothing but a long t-shirt. Her
legs started to part and the shirt hiked up a little, but not goddamn enough
for me.

Then she touched the bottom of the
shirt and lifted it up to show me her panties.

Goddammit, they were pink.

Pink fucking panties
…

My cock was closing in on finishing
again but I fought it off. I stayed focused on Harlee.

Slowly, I nodded.

Keep going, darling. Don
’
t you fuck
ing
prude up on me now.

Harlee kept going with the shirt, showing
me her belly button. Her hips were beautifully curved, natural. They were hips
meant for holding from behind and meant for pumping when on top.

Her left hand came across her
panties and curled down between her legs.

I growled and held the urge to come
back again. My balls felt like eighty pound weights.

Her fingers disappeared between her
legs for a second and then came right back up. She kept going and slowly
reached into her panties. I watched the outline of her fingers curl down again.
Goddammit, she was touching herself. Touching that sweet pussy my mouth craved
to taste.

Again, she pulled her hand out just
a couple seconds later.

She let her shirt go and it covered
everything up. But she wasn
’
t
finished yet. She reached up the shirt and bent forward. She stripped her
panties down to her ankles. She stepped out and kicked them away. This time
when she lifted her shirt, I finally got to  see. The creamy color of her legs
gave way to the smoothness of her pussy. She had been taking care of herself in
my goddamn shower. She was beautifully clean. Two fingers touched her slit,
peeling her flower open, showing me her pink and tender hole. Her middle finger
dabbed against her wetness and her hips jutted forward. Her right hand kept
lifting her shirt as she arched her back, spreading her legs, making sure I
could see everything.

Then her middle finger sank into
her pussy, sliding slow and sliding deep.

I groaned and felt my cock reaching
its final peak. There was no stopping myself this time.

She added a second finger and
started to rub her clit.

My tongue salivated, dying to flick
against her little pearl and see how she
’
d
react.

Harlee then bit her lip and thrust
forward again.

Goddammit, she was all primed and
ready
…
she was in
fucking need
…

My hand slid up my cock again and I
knew I had one more left to go.

“
Right
now,
”
I said and took
my hand away from my cock.

She knew right what to do.

She hurried forward, entering the
bathroom and reached around my body to grab me. I looked down and watched her
small hand try to grip my thick monster. She could get enough to make it count
and that
’
s all that
mattered to me.

As she started to jerk me, I
hissed, feeling my load work up my cock. The second she touched the head of my
cock, I exploded.

The first two spurts hit the faucet
and behind it, splashing against the tile.

Harlee let out a whimpering gasp.

She sped up, making sure I was well
taken care of.

My cock pumped and pulsed, shooting
everywhere. It was like I hadn
’
t
come in years or some crazy shit. She stroked up and back, her pretty hand
getting covered in my bad seed.

Finally, she opened her hand at the
root of my cock and ran up against my pubes and to my lower stomach. Her hand
was shaking. Slowly, her nails dug at me and felt her body against mine.

She was begging for it.

It was another do or die moment for
me.

I hesitated for a second and
screamed
FUCK THIS
in my head. Next thing I knew I spun around and
grabbed for Harlee
’
s
hips. I lifted her up and her hands wrapped around my back. I felt her right
hand spread my own load against my back and I didn
’
t even give a single fuck.

Our eyes met. The tips of our noses
touched.

We were an inch from kissing.

I couldn
’
t kiss her though.

Well, at least not those set of
lips.

fourteen.

(harlee)

Holyshitwhatthefuckishappening
…

It was the closest thing to a
rational thought I had.

One second I was on the couch, the
next asleep. Then I felt like someone was in the apartment. Then I heard a
noise. I was worried something was wrong with Trent and I found him pleasuring
himself. And the second I met his eyes, I knew I had to
…
you know
…
to myself
…

Now Trent carried me from the
bathroom to the bedroom.

His hands came to my belly and he
pushed, launching me from him. I hit the bed and bounced with a scream. His
cock was still thick and massive, pulsing, looking as though he wasn
’
t quite done yet.

His strong hands cupped my knees
and spread me open. The way his lip curled and his eyes widened made me gush
even more. I felt myself pulsing from deep within, my heels pressing against
the bed, my hips rising up a little, thrusting at Trent.

“
Goddammit,
darling,
”
Trent
growled.
“
I
’
ve been waiting for this
from the second you straddled my ride. Scream as loud as you fucking need to.
”

With that, Trent ran his hands up
my inner thighs, keeping a tight grip. I was torn between feeling tickled and
that slight pain from his fingers digging so hard into skin and muscle. Then
his thumbs slid across and touched between my legs. The roughness of his thumbs
to my soft and tender folds. I looked down and watched his thumbs move up and
press against my clit, twisting hard, forcing my hips to buck. I grabbed the
sheets and sucked in a breath, groaning.

“
That
’
s right,
”
Trent growled.
“
I
’
m in control of you now, darling.
”

He then looked right at me and
seemed really angry. His thumbs stopped moving. I felt him start to grip even
tighter and then his hands were off me. He looked at his hands and shook his
head.

“
Trent,
”
I whispered. My pussy
ached and quivered for him.
“
What
are you doing?
”

He didn
’
t respond. Instead, he dropped down to the
floor and wrapped his arms around my legs. One quick pull took me to the edge
of the bed. I let out a scream, not knowing what to expect. Our eyes met as I
saw how close his mouth was to my body. Just a set of eyes peering over my bare
mound. The deadliest set of eyes ever. The eyes of a monster. His hands pulled
my legs open again and he came forward, tasting me.

One wild lick from bottom to top
sent my body straight into overdrive. He kissed up to my mound and then gently
grazed his teeth to my skin. As he sliced down, I started to shake, waiting for
him to hit the right spot. The second his teeth grazed my clit I let out a
scream.

Trent then closed his mouth around
me and helped himself.

I felt his tongue slip down to my
hole. One thrust and he was inside me. His tongue darting in all directions,
savoring me, coaxing all my wetness to break open from a leak to a waterfall.
My right hand reached down and I grabbed for the outlaw
’
s hair, then his shoulder. The thickness of
his muscle was so intense.
Just like his dick.

Trent pulled at me and pressed his
mouth tighter between my legs. There was no more room but he made some anyway.
The pressure and pleasure collided together. His head gently bobbed up and
down, I swear his nose rubbed against my clit as his tongue dug deep, twisting
inside me, then pulling out. He took his mouth away with a wet sound and then
went to work on my clit again. My inner thighs were shaking like I was cold or
afraid, but it was the opposite. I was burning with heat. I was completely
comfortable.

I felt the rush happening from
inside me.

My mouth fell open as I crunched
forward, almost sitting up.

Every inch of me demanded relief. I
had gotten so used to my own touch, bringing myself to climax just enough to
satisfy a basic need.

But Trent was doing so much more.

He wasn
’
t going for a
basic need
. He was going
for my
wildest want.
  

I managed to speak through my
breathless voice.

I got out two words.

“
I
’
m coming!
”

**

Trent had me turned around on my
hands and knees, my ass high in the air. To me, when I was done, that was the
end of it. At least that
’
s
how I had been used to it going. Even more than that, it was usually when
he
ended.

Not with Trent.

Fuck, Trent hadn
’
t even been inside me yet.

I looked back at him, waiting for
that amazing cock to pound inside me, but Trent crouched down again. I felt his
mouth touch my pussy again and I whimpered. The angle was different, his mouth
and face so close to so many things. His tongue was just as rampant, just as
hungry. His hands touched my ass, gripping my cheeks, his thumbs creeping to
the center, making me jump when he touched me somewhere else.

Then his hands traveled up my back,
the touch of his fingers stronger than any man I had ever met in my life. The
hands of a monster, of a man who had killed, of a man who would kill again when
asked. That should have scared me, but it didn
’
t.
It turned me on. It really turned me on.

I buried my face into a pillow and
started to rock my hips against his mouth.

His hands slid around my body, up
my shirt, and he cupped my breasts. I was blessed there but Trent
’
s large hands made me feel
small. But I liked it. The way he cupped, held me, the way his fingers then played
with my nipples, making them painfully hard, somehow making the pleasure
between my legs connect to my nipples. It was like he was a magician or a
doctor or something.

Or maybe he
’
d done it to so
many women, he was an expert.

Whatever. At least I was on the
receiving end of this outlaw expert.

I heard him growl under his breath
as he licked my wetness, the sound echoing in the room. I let out another
scream as his tongue ran down and up against my clit so many times, so hard and
fast, I lost count. I started to lean forward as though my body was almost
afraid of coming again.

Trent wasn
’
t going to allow
that
…

His hands quickly released their
hold on my breasts. He then moved to my lower back, pressing and holding me, my
ass even higher in the air. His tongue touched me everywhere I ever dreamed to
be touched, and it felt like he was there all at the same time. My ass flexed
as I drove myself back to his touch, blushing as I lost myself, never having it
feel so good before. His lips closed around mine, his tongue softly touching my
clit, and he brought me to another powerful orgasm.

I screamed into the pillow as I
came, my body shaking and losing feeling. Trent held me right in place until he
was finished with me. He took one last lick and placed his lips right to my
left ass cheek. He kissed and backed away. His hands moved over my ass and he
pushed me down to the bed.

I looked back and blew the hair out
of my face. He rose up like a monster and stood there. His cock was full again,
amazing thick and hard.

My hands held the sheets tight
still as I stared at him, waiting for his next move. I wasn
’
t sure if my body could
handle more, but if he wanted to stick that giant thing inside me, I would find
a way to make it happen.

Slowly, Trent leaned into the bed
and climbed up on it. His legs were inside my legs. My pussy was still exposed
to him. He reached forward and down, touching me. My ass lifted up and his
other hand came down, slapping me back to the bed.

He took his hand away and reached
for his dick.

I shuddered and felt my cheeks burn
red as his hand wrapped around his cock. He started to jerk himself again,
using my orgasm to assist. His other hand rested on my ass, squeezing as his
hand moved faster at the head of his dick. Up and back, watching the veins in
his hand and dick throb, I started to groan.

“
Touch
yourself, darling,
”
he said.

I moved my right hand between my
legs. My pointer and middle finger sought out my clit and I started to make
circles. It felt good but it wasn
’
t
like when he did it to me. I realized right then I might be forever ruined
because of Trent. Maybe it was a good thing he hadn
’
t fucked me.

No. It was a terrible thing. I
wanted him to fuck me.

I thought about him fucking me. I
imagined that massive dick forcing itself into me. Curling my folds out of the
way. My tender center giving way, trying so hard to be open enough for him, but
he
’
d have to do all
the work, fucking at me until I was enough for him.

My hips jutted left to right as I
thought about it.

I stared at his cock, his hand
racing up and back against himself.

“
Fuck,
darling,
”
he growled
at me.
“
You want this
dick inside you, don
’
t
you?
”

“
Yes,
”
I said without
hesitation.
“
Trent,
please
…
don
’
t
…”

He let out a deep groan. The head
of his cock looked twice as thick than a minute ago. I gasped and realized he
was
right there
…

Trent hissed as his cock spurted at
me. I watched him come and felt the warm release hit the middle of my back. I
gasped and shivered. The second shot hit my lower back, the third hit my ass.
He then pointed down and came at my pussy and my fingers. I felt his seed
against my fingers and I pressed against my pussy, feeling his warmth enter me.

His hand held tight to the root of
his cock as he slowly continued to jerk, his release no longer spraying but
collecting and dripping at the tip of his dick. He then rubbed his cock against
the back of my leg and he climbed off the bed.

“
I
already told you,
”
he
said,
“
you
’
re sleeping in the bed.
You need to stay safe, darling. While you can.
”

I rolled to my side, feeling Trent
’
s release climbing down my
body to the bed.

“
What
does that mean?
”
I
asked.

“
You
want the truth?
”

“
Yes.
”

“
Your
time is up with the MC,
”
he said.
“
We have a
war to fight and win. There
’
s
nothing else you could do for us.
”

Trent turned away from me. His back
was ripped and ridged with muscles. He had the same skull from his leather cut
tattooed on his back.

I didn
’
t say a thing back to him.

So he left the room, slamming the
door.

So there it was
…
all on the table.

My body ached. My pussy swelled,
wanting more. I felt his seed clinging to my body. And yet, he hadn
’
t fucked me. He had not
taken that perfect cock and fucked me.

Worse yet
…
he was going to
throw me out of the clubhouse and the protection from the MC.