Page 45 of Devil's Marker

When the boots were off, she sat back on her heels while he stood and shoved his jeans and boxers down in one fluid movement. Kicking them away, he stood in front of her, a proud bobbing erection aiming straight for her face. Since she seemed fascinated by the look of him, he decided to simply wait, let her take the lead, and see what happened next.

Though the suggestion hung heavy in the air, he wasn’t prepared for what did happen next. In one quick movement, she took him in hand, licked his cock from base to tip and swallowed the head, pressing the flat of her tongue against the sensitive underside. He grabbed her head between his hands to simply stay upright, while letting out a long, low, and very surprised hiss. The sensation he felt at that moment, with his dick between R.C.’s beautiful pink mouth, was a feeling he would have liked to prolong forever.

He thought he’d already passed through the gates of heaven until she reached around and unhooked her bra. When creamy breasts spilled out and bounced to demonstrate that they were one hundred percent natural, he pulled out of her mouth then lifted her to stand on the bed above him. That put her nipples almost exactly at his eye level.

Win licked, nuzzled, and played with her nipples until she was panting and digging fingers into his shoulders. In an excruciatingly sensuous exhibition of multitasking, he was also running both hands underneath the sides of her panties against her hips, easing them downward torturously slowly. While she petted his hair, holding his face against her breasts, her lower body bucked and stretched toward him, begging to be manipulated and filled.

When the panties had been lowered to reveal her mound, but not yet removed from her crotch, he adjusted his hands so that both thumbs crawled down the creases where her legs began toward her clit.

“Stop teasing and fuck me!” she almost yelled. He chuckled. “You lied. You said, ‘I need you now’. Then you forgot what you’re supposed to do.”

“What am I supposed to do?” he asked playfully, but in a voice so thick and sexy, it almost didn’t sound like him.

“You’re supposed to put that big beautiful penis of yours inside my very, very, very willing and eager pussy!” He looked into her face just as both thumbs swiped across her labia and made contact with her clit. She gasped in a way that almost stole all the oxygen from the room. “Or that,” she said. “Great choice.”

After pulling the beautiful lace panties the rest of the way off, he took a few seconds to admire the physical bounty before reaching for his jeans to retrieve a condom. While he was doing that, R.C. hurried to pull the pristine duvet off the bed, leaving simple white sheets.

She crawled onto the mattress just as Win had finished suiting up then spread her legs with a smile.

“Ready or not, beautiful, here I come,” he said as he crawled up the bed and her body, prowling gracefully and seductively as a panther.

“Promises. Promises.”

He laughed. “I deliver on promises and aim to please.”

“Ummm,” she cooed.

He knew she was practically virginal having been on sexual fast for so long. He also knew that she was dripping wet and every bit as ‘eager’ as she’d said. So he entered in one long slow thrust that left her gasping for air and clinging to him like her survival depended on it.

The word heaven came to his mind again. As he began to move, he was caught up in the best sex of his life. He wasn’t consciously thinking that he loved her smell, the texture of her hair, the sounds she was making, the feel of her skin, and the way she responded like she was the finest instrument being played by a maestro. But on some level, he was absorbing the event and processing the fact that sex with R.C. was an experience unlike any other.

She was no ordinary girl. That he knew. She’d already caused him to take an unacceptable risk, seriously jeopardizing the SSMC’s promise to fill the Ranger’s marker by putting himself in the cross-hairs of the president of the fucking Marauders. Who also happened to be her father. How could this happen? There was only one plausible answer. She was the Devil.

Technically, Bolivar Greer hadn’t warned Win away from his daughter, but that sort of thing didn’t have to be spelled out in the biker world. And everybody, including Win, knew it. There was no defense. There was only the delicious and singular sensation that, at the moment, was simply more important than anything else.

He wasn’t an impulsive kid. His good judgment hadn’t been overridden by hormones for years. Yet there he was. And he had no regrets.

After three hours and several mutual orgasms, Win and R.C. lay facing each other. He knew he should have been back at the clubhouse long before, but just couldn’t work up the motivation to suggest ending the encounter.

She looked exactly the way he’d imagined she would when he’d fantasized this. Mussed. Tangled. Utterly delectable.

He almost jerked when he saw a single tear escape the eye nearest the pillow.

“What’s this?” He reached for it with his thumb.

“Nothing.” She shrugged him off.

He sighed, but after a few more beats said, “Why me?”

“I like you, Garrett.”

He smiled. “Like you, too, Arcy.”

“Yeah. Unfortunately that’s not enough.”

She started to sit up.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. “Why not?

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