The Biker's Fate Chapter 340

Poppy

I kissed him again and then took in the beauty that was Devon Wallace. He had a Dogs of Fire tattoo on his right bicep, but otherwise, he was bare and he was all lean muscle.

He deepened the kiss as he unzipped my jeans and tugged them off my hips, panties and all, pushing them down my legs. I stepped out of them and slid my hands into his hair as he leaned forward to kiss my belly.

His hand slid between my legs and I pressed against his palm cupping my mound. "Open, baby."

I shifted so he could slide his hand further between my legs and then he slipped a finger inside of me and I whimpered.

He pulled back. "Does that hurt?"

I shook my head, gripping his arm. "More."

Devon grinned and slid off the bed.

"Where are you going?" I demanded.

"Nowhere, baby," he promised, removing the rest of his clothing, then pushing me gently onto the mattress.

Gripping my ankles, he tugged me down the bed and settled his face between my legs and kissed the top of each thigh. "Gorgeous."

"Oh my god," I breathed out. "Yes." His mouth covered my core and I slipped my fingers into his hair as he gently sucked on my clit. I was right. He was really good at this and I couldn't stop myself from bucking against his mouth. This made him grip my thighs harder and keep me in place, but it did not make him remove his mouth.

I let out a quiet moan as his tongue slipped inside of me and I arched as his mouth moved back to my clit, but when he slipped a finger inside of me, I screamed his name as I came apart.

I glanced down my body to watch as he continued to kiss me intimately and then he raised up and leaned over me. "God damn, you taste like honey, baby."

"You can go back to my nipples now," I offered.

Devon chuckled and moved his way back up, ending at my neck and cupping my breast as he kissed me just under my jaw. "Yeah? But I'm not inside you yet."

"Well, you better get on that."

He grinned, reaching for his nightstand, and sitting up to put on a condom. I swallowed. "Oh, God."

"You okay?"

"Yep," I squeaked.

"What baby?" I covered my face with my hands, but he pulled them down. "What the hell is wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Not playin' that game with you Poppy. Tell me."

I took a deep breath and leaned up on my arms. "You're big."

"I'm big."

I nodded. "Way bigger than my vibrator."

Devon laughed and crawled over me, kissing between my breasts. "God damn, you're funny."

"Well, I don't mean to be funny, Devon." I wrinkled my nose. "I trust you, but I'm a little concerned you're going to break my vagina."

"I won't break your vagina. I promise." He grinned, kissing my nose. "I'm gonna make this easier." He rolled us onto our sides again and cupped my bottom, guiding my thigh over his hip. It brought me closer to his body and his cock rubbed against my clit as he slid his hand between us and slipped a finger inside. "Soaked, baby."

I nodded. "So good."

He kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth and then he positioned me so I was straddling him, but we were on our sides.

"We're gonna go slow, Poppy. Let you get used to me. You can pull back if it hurts, okay? It's why we're like this. You have more power."

I licked my lips. "Okay."

He tilted his hips forward, his cock slipping partially inside of me. "Okay?"

"Yes," I breathed out. "More."

Rolling my nipple between his fingers, I arched, naturally drawing him further into my body. It felt incredible. "Oh My God." His head dipped to cover that same nipple with his mouth and he bit down gently as he thrust deeper. "Yes!" I cried.

I shifted and he slid a little deeper, then a little more. All the while, he worked my nipples, my clit, my mouth. He waited until I was distracted and totally ready, before he gave one swift push and I felt the sting of my virginity leaving my body. He caught my cry with his mouth and stilled but held me close. I blinked back my tears, but the pain wasn't nearly as bad as I had expected.

Devon kissed me gently. "Are you okay?"

I smiled, shifting so I could stroke his cheek. "I'm sore, but I don't want to stop yet, okay?"

"Okay." Devon kissed me and then drew my nipple into his mouth, then the other. Sliding his hand between us, he fingered my clit and I couldn't help but rock my hips against him, which pulled him further inside of me.

"Yes," I whispered. "Harder, baby."

He thrust into me and I raised my legs, wrapping my ankles around his hips. He continued to surge into me, until my climax overtook me. I screamed his name as I came undone, then he gave one final thrust and a grunted, "Mine," and rolled us onto our sides again.

I let out a quiet giggle as I caught my breath. "Yes, yours."

"You're amazing."

"No, you are."

"Yeah?" he asked, kissing my neck.

"Yep. I think my vagina's still intact. Well done, honey."

With a chuckle, he slid out of me gently and headed into the bathroom to flush the condom, returning with a warm washcloth, pressing it gently against me. "Feel good?"

"Yes," I said, closing my eyes. "How long until we do that without condoms?"

"You on the pill?"

"Yes."

He looked surprised. "Really?"

I nodded. "It helps with cramps."

"I'll get tested this week."

I didn't like that. "Are you concerned?"

"No, baby, I know I'm clean, but I don't want there to ever be a question in your mind."

"How do you know you're clean?"

"Because I'm always wrapped… and it's been a while."

I stared at the comforter. "How long's 'a while'?"

Devon stretched out beside me and lifted my chin. "Over a year."

I gasped. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, baby. I love you. No point fuckin' some other woman when I'm comparin' them to you."

I blinked back tears. "Are you being serious right now?"

He frowned. "Are you upset?"

"Not in a bad way," I rushed to say. "I just can't believe you didn't take care of your… um… base needs."

He chuckled. "I never said I didn't take care of my base needs… just didn't invite anyone else in to help."

I waved my hands in front of my eyes to try and dry my tears.

Devon leaned over and kissed me gently. "I love you, Poppy. I might not have always been the best at showing you that, but I do."

I cupped his face. "I can't believe you ran away."

He frowned. "I didn't run away."

"You totally ran away. And now I'm going home and you'll be here." I rolled my eyes. "Why would you do that?"

"I won't be here for long, Poppy. I'll be home for Christmas."

"That's almost eight months away, Dev." I pulled him closer, kissing him again. "God! I just got you… I can't believe I won't see you for eight months."

"You'll see me."

"When, exactly?" I challenged. "I have a thesis to finish. I won't have time to drive down here until it's done."

"I'll come to you."

I rolled on my back and groaned. "You're needed here."

"What's your thesis on?" he asked in an obvious attempt to change the subject.

I craned my neck to meet his eyes. "A study of the behavior traits of alpha males in a pack environment, with an emphasis on mirrored behavior and speech patterns."

"What made you interested in that field?"

"Primarily because I have access to the perfect study group any time I want it."

He settled his head in his palm and raised an eyebrow. "I assume you're talking about the club."