All Chapters of The Devil's Viking (The Road Devils MC 3): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Iris had just plumped up the cushions on the sofa in one of the crash rooms and she was now desperately trying to find something else to do to keep her mind off Viking. Every time she thought about him, a throbbing ache started between her legs, she got breathless and vacant, she had to fight down the urge to just dash across the parking lot to the tattoo parlour and attack him where he stood. For the first time in her life, she understood what amazing sex did to you: it made you want it more and more. It made you addicted to it, and to the person who gave it to you.Not that she and Viking had actually had full sex – for the past two nights they’d done everything else under the sun – but that was going to change as of tonight. Tonight, she was going to let him into her body fully, and she was almost beside herself with anticipation.He’d asked her over and over again if she was sure that this is what she wanted and if she was ready, and she kept saying ‘yes’ over and over again. The

Two hours later, Iris was sitting at the bar nursing a glass of pineapple juice, and feeling like she’d forgotten something. She was having trouble focusing on just what that might be, though. She was jumpy and distracted, practically leaping to her feet every time the bar door opened, sure that it was Viking coming back from the bank.“Geez, girl,” Cole said. “You’re like a cat on a hot tin roof, with the jumping up and down and whirling around every time the door opens. What’s going on with you?”“Nothing.” She took a massive gulp of juice, scrambled for some explanation that wold satisfy the very curious Cole. “I just think that I’m forgetting something.”“Like what?”“Dunno.”“It’ll come to you.” Cole refilled her glass. “Now, will you take a breath and calm down? You’re making me tense, and I sure as hell haven’t forgotten anything.”The door opened and once again, Iris swung around on her stool to look… and this time, Viking was standing there. Right away, she relaxed completel

Viking lay on his back, pulling her up and on to him. She came willingly, even eagerly, not the slightest bit self-conscious about her small breasts anymore. Viking's unquestioning adoration of every inch of her body had made her look at herself in a whole new light; she now saw herself as unabashedly sexy. It was funny what pure desire could do, and every time she saw that hungry look in his eyes, she knew that she was beautiful to Viking.“You’re in control here, baby,” he said. “You choose when it happens.”“Hmmmm.” She rubbed herself against him, loving how his whole body jumped. “How about – now?”She lowered herself onto him and took him into her body for the first time, and they both gasped. Viking's hands were on her hips, guiding and steadying her and she sank down slowly, an inch at a time. When he was inside her all the way, she shut her eyes to savor it. His cock felt incredible: its hot length pushing into her deeper and farther than anyone ever had. Iris had never unders

Her pussy clenched him in pulsing waves, and that was good – but the look on her face as she surrendered completely to him – really and truly – for the first time, was even better. It was that look of absolute abandon that set off his own orgasm, and he groaned her name as he detonated, his voice husky and molten. His climax stole the breath and bones right out of him and he collapsed on top of her, catching himself just in time. She was still convulsing under him and all around his cock, and her passionate cries were the most beautiful things he'd ever heard. She was totally undone and abandoned, and it made her all that more stunning to him.Slowly, they relaxed. They didn't speak, didn't even move for a long time. Viking was still in her sweet, amazing body, and damned if he’d be rushing to pull out. He kissed her, a lingering, loving kiss that made her toes curl. He stroked her tousled hair, stroked her lips with his tongue. She responded, totally giving herself to him. Again.At

Walton, UtahDrake sat alone in the hotel restaurant and sipped his crappy coffee, deep in thought about Briley. The night before, he’d brought his A-game to the bar and he’d served it up piping hot for her. She’d responded beautifully, and they’d spent almost two hours sitting at the bar together, drinking and laughing. Flirting shamelessly.At some point – Drake didn’t know exactly how or when – the flirting had flipped over from an act to the real thing. He’d started off just going through the motions – honed through years and years of chatting up hot women – all the while hating Briley with every fiber of his being. This was the bitch, after all, who’d actively participated in hurting untold women, covered up murder, encouraged a psychopath with a God complex to terrorize a bunch of people. So he’d looked deep into her mint-green eyes, and looked her stunning body up and down and watched her blush in response, and he’d meant exactly none of it.Until he suddenly did.And now he w