Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
“I don’t know. What if?” Dev hedged.
“We’ll face it together.” They stared at one another for several long seconds until Dev dropped his head, chin to chest. Cash tossed the condom aside knowing he’d won this round.
“I wouldn’t ever wanna risk anything that could hurt you. But I also know, for me, I’ve only been with you since that day you shook my hand.”
“Make love to me.” Cash pulled Dev’s face to him, pressing his lips against the frown of indecision. “Just love me.”
“Forever?” Dev questioned. He sounded insecure but hopeful.
Cash grinned and nodded, reaching for the lube. He made quick work of drizzling more on Dev’s rigid cock. Then leaned back, clicking the lid closed, the bottle discarded as Dev positioned his cock at Cash’s rim.
“Forever. Now make love to me.” Lifting his hips, he pressed against the tip of Dev’s cock and gripped Dev’s ass, urging him forward. “Ahh…”
This was the moment he’d been dreaming of as his body accommodated the sweet intrusion. From the go, the thought of no barriers combined with the searing pleasure from the stretch was almost too much to bear.
“Jesus…” He wasn’t sure who muttered the word as every nerve ending inside his body was set free to soar. As Dev eased forward, Cash rested back on his elbows, bearing down. Heat filled him. He trembled at the emotions tugging at his heart. This was it. Dev completed him.
“Goddamn,” Dev called out, his hips locking, wedged against Cash. His biker tumbled, dropping his forehead onto Cash’s chest. “I’ve never…”
“Yeah. Me too,” Cash said, sliding his hands around Dev’s neck from both sides, intertwining his fingers, locking them together. “So good… right.”
He lifted his head, reaching for Dev’s hair with his lips, placing a sloppy kiss there before his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His body dropped against the warm mattress.
“Make it the best I’ve ever had,” he challenged, yet Dev had already reached that lofty goal. He wanted this moment to last forever.
“I’m already there,” Dev murmured against his skin, placing a kiss over his heart. Those fleshy lips slid across his pec before latching on to his nipple.
“Me too,” he confessed. Dev flicked a warm tongue over his nipple, giving him chills. Cash lifted his hips against Dev as the sharp sting of teeth biting gently into his skin threatened to send him over the edge. He bucked again, begging for more of the same.
Dev obliged and rolled his hips. Thrusting harder and faster, driving the air from his lungs with every move. Nothing had ever been so sweet.
He acted on pure instinct, riding the heights Dev took him to. Pure pleasure claimed his body with every snap of Dev’s hips. He rocked against his lover, matching Dev thrust for thrust. Dev tucked his hands under Cash’s back, digging strong fingers into his shoulders. Dev’s grip tightened as his hips sped up, thrusting into him, holding him in place.
Cash locked his arm around Dev, wrapping his legs around his waist. With his heels pressed to Dev’s ass, he held all that raw power against him. Dev rocked into him over and over, nudging his gland with every dip of his hips.
The toe-curling friction of their two bodies rubbing against his trapped cock was all he could bear. “Best of my life…”
“…you love me?” Dev asked, those intense eyes focused on him.
“I do love you, Devin Fox,” Cash managed.
Dev’s hips slammed into him. Fireworks shot behind his lids, his release overtaking him to spill between their bodies. The movement of Dev’s hips faltered as he followed right behind Cash with a low, throaty moan. Cash fisted his hands in Dev’s hair, curling his fingers in the silken strands. Dev’s warm essence filled him, causing his muscles to contract. The aftershocks made his body tremble in pleasure. He coasted on the cohesion of it all as complete bliss edged away reality.
He was forever lost to everything Devilman.
Chapter 21
“I can’t believe I’m sitting in this fuckin’ chair,” Kreed Sinacola huffed. His tough attitude projected with every gruff word spoken.
Kreed was intimidating and had done nothing but complain since he first stepped through the door of the ink parlor. The guy had the mannerisms of a constipated drill sergeant. Even his hot looks couldn’t make up for his awful disposition.
How the hell did Trace put up with this guy? Trace ignored Kreed’s outburst as if he’d had practice on more than one occasion while steadily applying new ink to the man’s back.
Dev stood over Trace, watching as the bodyguard traced his way around the design Kreed had decided on. Trace was good at what he did. Dev felt a little dumb about the length of time it had taken him to understand Trace’s nickname.
He crossed his arms over his chest, fisting his hands under his biceps as he realized he didn’t need to observe his trainee so closely. Trace had a steady hand even with his boss pulling up with a bad case of the doubts.