Blind Devotion by Sam Crescent Page B

her foot in time to
whatever tune was in her mind. He could never hurt her. She’d been hurt too
much in her short life.
    All he wanted to do was take her away from the pain
and give her something to love. He knew he’d be good for her. She’d never want
for anything.
    Over the years he’d fucked many women and gotten what
he wanted out of them. None of them left a lasting mark, not even Ashley. She
only played in his mind because of their friendship. Sasha had taken him by
surprise.
    He’d take her to the clubhouse before he took her
anywhere else.
    Entering the bedroom, he cleared his throat.
    “You’re back?”
    “Yes.”
    “You took a long time.”
    “I’ve been standing there watching you, baby. You’ve
no idea how hot your body is.” He gazed down at the bed and gave her a final
chance to turn back. “This is your choice, Sasha. Once I get my jeans off, I’m
going to fuck your tight cunt and make you feel on cloud nine.” He heard her
gasp. “This is your last chance to back out. I’ll put my shirt on, help you get
dressed and then we’ll listen to a movie or something.”
    “I don’t want to listen to a movie. I want you to fuck
me, Pussy. I want you to show me how good it can be between a man and a woman.”
    “You know you’ll get to feel this with a guy you
deserve.”
    Why are you giving her a reason to stop tonight?
    His cock was hard as a fucking rock, begging to get as
close to her as possible.
    “Do you not want to? If you don’t want me then we can
get dressed.”
    Before she finished, he removed his jeans, kicking his
boots across the room. He wanted her. Kneeling on the bed, he took hold of her
hand and placed her fingers around his shaft. “Baby, wanting you is not a
problem. I fucking ache for you.”
    She squeezed his cock. A V formed between her
eyebrows. “Why do you keep asking me if I want to stop?”
    “I don’t want you to wake up in the morning and regret
giving your cherry to a fucking asshole. I’m not the kind of man you deserve.”
    Her smile lit up her whole face, and Pussy felt himself
falling. He’d seen women in the Chaos Bleeds and The Skulls MC sporting that
same kind of expression. Lexie looked at Devil as if he could walk on water.
    “You’re sweet. My sweet, bad-ass
biker.” She moved her hand up and down his shaft, peeling back the skin.
He groaned. “What’s the matter? Did I hurt you?”
    She withdrew her hand.
    “Everything you do is fine.” He leaned down and
brushed his lips against hers. “I’m going to need you to talk to me, tell me
what you like.”
    “I will.”
    Stroking a finger down her face, he caressed over her
breast. She was ripe for the plucking.
    You’re going to be the first man in her life and the last.
    Pussy stared down into her unseeing eyes and knew he
wasn’t going to be able to let her go after this night. The last few months
he’d been trying to catch the merest glimpse of her. He drove through town
trying to avoid the places he’d seen her. His brothers would be at the diner,
and he’d try not to look for her or stare at her when he did see her.
    She’d become his hidden obsession.
    Moving between her spread thighs, he glanced down at
her shaved pussy. “I’m going to lick and kiss every inch of your body.” He
claimed her lips before she had a chance to comment. Caressing down her body,
he fingered her breasts, sliding his hands down to cup her cunt. He slipped a
finger through her wet slit, feeling her wetness soak his finger.
    Kissing down her neck, he licked over her pulse and
flicked the tips of her nipples with his tongue.
    “Pussy?”
    “Yes, baby.” He muttered the response against her
body, loving the sound of his name on her lips.
    “What … are … you … doing?” Each word came out on a
gasp.
    Dipping his tongue down into her belly button, he felt
her body shake from the smallest of touches.
    “I’m getting to know your body,” he said. He slipped
between her open thighs and stared at