OWNED & UNTAMED (Back Down Devil MC #11) - London Casey Page 0,76

himself - I had no idea why - and Jim took full advantage. I had never seen my brother move the way he did with his prosthetic leg. He threw a left, right, left, sending the prospect flying back. He then moved with another right and lost his balance. Jim stumbled and moved to the ring, smashing his ribs into the turnbuckle. He grabbed the ropes and let out a yell as he tried to get his footing back to normal.

The prospect then came at him, throwing a big right to Jim’s jaw, sending him rolling along the ropes.

“No!” Maggie yelled. “Stop!”

“Fight, Jim!” Xavier said.

Jim looked up from the ropes at me and Maggie. His eyes were those dead eyes I’d seen before. The prospect got behind him and started to unload on his ribs. Then the prospect took a swing at the back of Jim’s head. Jim took the punch and then quickly threw an elbow. He smashed the prospect right in the nose. Blood sprayed everywhere and all the guys cheered.

Wincing, Jim got back on his feet and turned. He walked with an obvious limp toward the prospect and punched the guy two times, dropping him. That’s when the fight was finally called. Xavier ran to grab the prospect while Cash and Austin got into the ring to congratulate Jim.

Jim took the pats on the back and cheers with a smile. But his eyes were locked to Maggie.

Between everyone involved with the entire situation, there was one thing very clear.

There was more than just a single life on the line here.

**

I opened Duke’s jeans because the opportunity was there. Duke had gotten what would normally be a normal night’s sleep and what better way to wake him up than by pulling his thick cock from his jeans and stroking him until he was rock hard? Which, by the way, only took a few strokes.

Duke stirred and groaned as my hand played with the head of his cock. I rolled my thumb along his defined tip, my mouth starting to water. I slid my palm down the bottom of his shaft and held at his heavy root. I pressed his cock down to his stomach and leaned forward, putting the tip of my tongue just above my hand and I slowly licked all the way up. I moved my hand down, letting his cock stand tall again, my lips moving over his thick head. I inched down and pulled back, tasting his flesh. The softness of it made me shiver. That’s what he used to open me with so many times. That softness of flesh gave way to a steel hard shaft that seemed like it went for miles and miles.

I took all I could into my mouth, testing my own reflexes before I slowly pulled back, my eyes looking up at Duke. He was awake then, a look of surprise on his face.

“Fuck, sweetie,” Duke said in a sleepy voice as he groaned.

I pulled off his cock with a wet sound and licked my lips. “Good morning… or I guess good afternoon.”

I went right back at him, sucking him.

I took all I could again and stayed there, my tongue rubbing against the bottom of his shaft, inching up and back, loving the taste of him in my mouth. I put my hands to his legs and felt his muscles tight and flexed. When I pulled back, Duke thrust at me, fucking my mouth. I stayed with him, going up and down, groaning each time his cock approached the very back of my throat. There were a few times when I thought he was going too far but he never did.

Even getting his dick sucked, Duke was amazing at it.

He pulled himself back and sat up a little, taking in the full effect of me on my knees on the bed, over him, my right hand then trying to grip the root of his cock while my mouth continued to slide up and down his amazing shaft.

When I felt Duke’s hand touch my head, my legs started to quiver. My panties quickly dampened and I felt a heat surge through my body. He didn’t take his stare off me as he started to guide me, taking a fistful of my hair, pumping my mouth down and up on him. He gently fucked at my mouth, sighing each time he did so. It was only when he started to groan that I knew he was getting close to coming. That