Devil's Fall: Dust Bowl Devils MC by Britten Thorne Read Free Book Online Page A

ankles. I’ll bet your ass is just as incredible naked as it is in those little cutoffs. Jesus, I’m getting so hard just imagining it.” He was, too - that was no lie. He swelled inside his jeans, the outline of his cock quickly becoming visible. “I wish you could see it,” he growled.
    “Keep it in your pants, buddy,” she called. He grinned to himself - she wasn’t telling him to shut up. He’d happily take that to mean that she liked what she was hearing.
    “I wouldn’t kiss you,” he said, “You’d have to work for that. You’d have to suck on my fingers first. Caress them with your tongue inside your hot little mouth. Show me what you would do if I let you put your lips around my cock.” He groaned at the thought. “You’d have to earn that, too.”
    He heard her squeezing a bottle inside the bathroom - something to do with the dying process - again not silencing him. But just how closely was she listening? “Know what I’d do then?” he asked.
    The bottle squeezing paused. “What?” She was feigning disinterest and not succeeding. He was turning her on - the thought made his cock throb in his pants.
    “With my fingers nice and wet I’d just go ahead and slide them down between your legs.” He deliberately deepened his breathing - or maybe not so deliberately. He was letting his imagination get away from him more than he’d intended. “I’d tease your pussy just with my fingertips. Just lightly graze your little pink lips. Just slowly caress you until you’re hot. And wet. And panting. Until you’re ready to beg.” He bit back another groan and waited for a response. One of his hands strayed to his cock, rubbing its hard length through the layer of denim. He couldn’t resist; the thought of touching her was driving him crazy. I really need to get this chick out of my system.
    “Well?” she asked.
    “Well what?” he grunted. She must have been waiting for the dye to set - there was no noise escaping the bathroom now, though if he pressed his ear to the door he thought he could just about hear her breathing.
    “Is your little bedtime story over?”
    “No,” he growled. He would have been annoyed if she didn’t sound breathless. Hell, he was annoyed, regardless. Sarcasm wasn’t something he appreciated. “I’d thrust two fingers deep inside that hot fucking cunt.” He gripped himself as tight as he could through his jeans. “I’d finger fuck you hard and fast, just like you need. I’d drive all those bitchy words right out of you. The only thing I’d want to hear is you calling my name.”
    “Gunner.”
    His chest rumbled with a deep groan at the way she said it - he was definitely having an effect on her now. “That’s right. You touching yourself?”
    “I’m wearing gloves.”
    Gloves? Just what sort of potion is she dealing with in there? The thought was fleeting - there were more pressing matters, such as his cock pressing to be free of his pants. Not yet. “That’s fine. Nothing you can do to yourself would feel half as good as what I can do to you.” He leaned his head against the door. There was something incredibly hot about talking to her through the barrier like this; about imagining her squirming in the next room, unable to get off or even touch herself while he teased her into a writhing mess with his words. “The fingering is free. If you want my mouth on you, well, you have to earn that, too.”
    “This sounds like a lot of work.”
    Definitely breathless. Fuck. “It’s worth it, baby, trust me.”
    The knobs creaked as she turned on the shower. He stood and spoke directly against the door. “You better be able to hear me in there.”
    Her voice echoed against the tiles as she called back, “I hear you.”
    “Do you have any idea what I’d do to you if I was in that shower with you right now?” His hand tensed against the door, his nails pressing hard against the white paint. He held his other hand against his cock, pressing his pelvis against