Page 32 of The Devil In Disguise

The command sends a shiver through me that I repress, but ultimately I swing my leg over and sit on it. A tinge of fear spikes through me when he reaches for his gun and takes a step closer, yet the heat that climbs up my body overpowers it.

My body and clit are always in a frenzy when he’s around. Maybe all I need is to fuck him one good time and then I’ll regain control of my body. Right now he can ask me to do anything and I would probably do it.

I hate it.

Motioning with his gun, his husky voice envelops me. “Rev it. I know you want to. Do you feel the vibrations?”

Only he can make a motorcycle feel sexual, and it’s working. When I focus on the vibrations to my core, it sends a burst of pleasure through me and my eyes widen slightly. Just like last night, he doesn’t take his eyes off mine, but he doesn’t touch me, either. He points his gun right at my clit and clenches his jaw before speaking.

“Are you wet for me, foxy?” When I don’t respond, he pushes the tip of his gun closer to my throbbing pussy. “Hold on to the handles and ride my gun.”

The idea is preposterous. Who in their right mind would do that?

I blame the amnesia for the way my body instantly responds, flooding with arousal as my nipples erect through the tee. When I lean forward and lift slightly to grab onto the handles, he slides his gun underneath me, the only barrier being my thin shorts. With steady movements, I grind on his gun and bite down on my lip to hold back any sounds.

With a glare and anger I don’t fully feel, I rasp out, “I loathe you.”

“You hate me, but your pussy purrs louder than my bike.”

My hips speed up when he wiggles the gun around and slips my shorts to the side, exposing my bare pussy. Removing one hand from the handle, I pinch my nipple through the fabric. The vibrations and his added movements feel better than any vibrator out there. My orgasm hits me like a train, blindsiding me as I gasp and whimper.

“That’s it. No, look at me.” He grabs my chin with his free hand.

When my breathing is closer to regular, he helps me off the bike on his side. “Didn’t you just wash this bike?” I ask when I plant both feet on the ground.

“I’ll clean it again after I fuck you in the pool of your cum.”

Before I have a chance to process what he said, I’m being spun around and bent over the seat of his bike. He pushes down harder with one hand when I try to lift up, quickly pulling my shorts down with the other.

“You are going to stay there like the good girl you showed me you can be and take everything I give you,” he growls.

I can’t help but look around, if not to get a view of what Kylo is doing behind me, then to make sure no one else is around to see us.

The unmistakable sound of foil ripping makes my thighs squeeze together on their own accord. A loud smack on my ass catches me off guard and makes me yelp. He spreads my legs and rubs the tip of his dick through my folds. Through the condom, I feel a small ball that sends shocks up my body.

Does he have a piercing?

Almost as if he heard my thoughts, my question is answered when he pushes the tip in. I feel not one, but four piercings slide in with him, eliciting a gasp from me.

“Let me in,” he grits out from behind me.

“I don’t know if you’ll fit.” I don’t think he’s even half-way in yet.

Holy shit.

“I’ll make it fit,” is my only warning before he slides out a fraction and thrusts as deep as he can, making me cry out. I feel the exquisite burn as he stretches me. He slaps a hand over my mouth and shushes me, while his other hand glides up my hip, pushing my shirt up slightly.

“Your body was made for me. You even have thumb grips for me.”

He uses his hold on my hips to thrust all the way in, silencing my screams while he fills me up in the best way possible. Speeding up his thrusts, he lands a hard slap on my ass, followed by another.

Grabbing the base of my ponytail, he pulls me back to his mouth to whisper, “I’ve been thinking about this sweet pussy all night.” When he lets go of my hair, he takes my hair tie with him.

“Fuck you, Kylo.” I meant for it to sound harsh, but I was so breathless it ended on a moan.

His balls send waves of pleasure up my spine each time they slap my clit. I bite down on his finger and he stills a few strokes after. His voice is hoarse when he chokes out, “Don’t move.”

With both hands on my hips, he pulls back to the tip torturously slowly then slams into me to the hilt, his piercing hitting a deep, sweet spot that makes me see stars.

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