Page 24 of Blind Devotion (Chaos Bleeds MC)

“When I start eating your pussy, Sasha, I’m not going to want to stop.” He gave her his full attention. “Now, I’m going to ask you one more time, do you want to do this?

She stayed still for the longest time, frowning. How could she not see? Her eyes were filled with so much emotion, and yet she didn’t even know what he looked like.

“Yes, I want to do this.” She started to fumble with her shirt. Reaching out, he placed his palm over her shaking hands, and she immediately stopped.

“There’s no rush for us to do anything,” he said.Stop it, you fucking idiot. You want her. Stop giving her reasons not to want you.

“Pussy, I want this. Please, I’ve spent the last four years feeling like I can’t do anything. Don’t take away the few hours of pleasure you’ve promised me.”

“You’re a virgin,” he said.

What the fuck are you doing?

“You’re not. You know what you’re doing. Can’t you take the lead and do what you always do with women?” she asked.

He didn’t want to treat her like he did other women.

Stop being a pussy and give her what she wants.

Fisting his palms at his side, he reached out to cup her face.

“I only ask one thing,” she said.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Talk to me all the way through. I hate silence, and it makes me nervous.”

Pussy smiled. “You want me to talk dirty to you.”

“Yes. Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I can do that, baby.” He tugged off his shirt. Taking hold of her hand, he pressed her palm to his chest. “I’ve taken my shirt off. You can touch me now and feel how naked I am.”

He watched her lick her lips.

“Do you have tattoos?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Tell me about them.”

Taking hold of her hand, he pushed her palm up to his left arm. “I’ve got the Chaos Bleeds symbol here. It’s a skull-and-crossbones, metallic in appearance. Quite a few of the guys have this symbol on their bodies.” Down he went to around his wrist. “I thought it was ironic to have a pair of cuffs inked around my wrists. I’m not held by the law, but I’m held by my club. I’d do anything for them.”

“Even go to prison.”

“Sasha, I’d die for the club, that’s how serious this commitment is.”

“Would they do the same for you?” she asked.

“Yes, they would.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I know my club. We’ve been through a lot together to get here. They wouldn’t stop there if they didn’t have to.” He let her stroke the inside of his wrists. Pussy refused to think about why. The feel of her fingers lightly touching his skin made him feel alive in ways he didn’t think was possible, especially to him. For so long he’d been taking his pleasure from endless women without any care for them. He cared what Sasha felt.

With her first time, he wished to make it as memorable as possible.

Be real, you don’t want any other man to touch what’s yours.

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