“Body of an angel and the lips of a demon,” Devil groaned as the wet heat of Molly’s mouth encased him, her wicked tongue dragging over the sensitive slope of his dick. He tightened restless hands in her hair and groaned deeply as her mouth sank over him.
Devil was a man that had always prided himself on his self-control; Molly was quickly proving to him that restraint was overrated. And when her sweet lips molded to his cock, he abandoned himself to the sensations she created and fucked her mouth with long, deep strokes that had her surprised emerald eyes lifting to meet his. “That’s it, baby,” he praised, cupping the sides of her head with his hands and holding her steady as he thrust in and out of her scorching mouth. “Open for me. You can take me.”
Molly’s hands lifted to brace against his churning hips and she relaxed her throat, moaning around him. She could feel the reins of his control loosening. The evidence was in the desperate glint in his eyes and the rough, primal sounds that escaped his parted lips. Cupping one hand around his swollen sacs, she gently twisted and squeezed, earning another grunt of pleasure from him.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Devil groaned, locking his knees as her delicate hands stroked the heavy weight of his testicles and his body tightened in anticipation. Christ, he was like a fucking addict that needed his next fix, and Molly had become his drug of choice. “Enough,” he managed to choke when the pleasure became so intense he knew that if he didn’t force himself to stop, this would be an incredibly short interlude between them.
Whimpering when Devil stumbled back a step and pulled his cock from between her hungry lips, Molly frowned. “I wasn’t done,” she pouted, reaching for him again only to find her wrist captured in his intractable hand.
“I almost was,” Devil replied with a rueful grin. “You’ve got a hot, greedy little mouth and I love it, but I want this to last. We’re going nice and slow this evening.”
“Hard and fast first, then we can do it again your way later,” Molly bargained, her eyes twinkling as Devil’s hand found her hip and eased her backward on the bed.
“My way involves soft and slow, darlin’,” Devil promised, his voice deep and seductive as he trailed a finger down her cheek. “Hard and fast are definitely possibilities for later, though.”
“Devil,” Molly growled, reaching for his cock with her other hand, “I want to play.”
Hooking his hands around the back of her firm thighs, Devil jerked suddenly and toppled Molly onto her back, watching as her body bounced enticingly against the mattress. “Oh, baby, so do I,” he vowed in a dark voice as he watched her breasts blush and darken. “Now,” he began, reaching for the elastic of the cute blue boxer shorts she wore and peeling them down her long legs, “you’ve already proven that you’re a goddess on your knees, Molly, but it’s my turn to worship at your altar, don’t you think?” he asked, relishing her needy moan as he trailed his thumb up and down her slippery folds.
A thrill of excitement coursed through Molly’s body as she watched Devil’s eyes wander over her body. Wriggling deeper into the bed, her breath caught as he licked his lips. “Devil,” she whispered tremulously, “What are you thinking?”
Planting one knee on the bed beside Molly’s leg, Devil’s eyes drifted over Molly’s eager, flushed face. “I’m thinking that I’m hungry, darlin’,” he replied, leaning forward to drop a kiss against her quivering belly. “In fact,” he murmured, painting a wet trail up her torso to her breast with his tongue, “I’m starved. I’ve got a taste for the ripest, sweetest, plumpest breasts in the world.”
Molly inhaled deeply as his warm tongue swept against her tight nipple, toying with the hard nub before pulling it between his lips and suckling ravenously. Every pull of his lips tightened the invisible strings that led to her pussy, heating her body and making her wet between her legs.
Devil’s lips kissed a path to the opposite breast. Capturing the pebbled nub with his teeth, he tugged sharply and pulled a breathy moan from Molly. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked before snaring the nipple again in a gentle bite. “That slight hint of pain? It makes the pleasure sharper, doesn’t it?” he whispered licking her breast with a damp swipe of his tongue.
“Y-yes.” Molly nodded against the pillow behind her head, watching as Devil’s mouth descended again, this time nipping her other throbbing nipple. The pleasure was intense now… an ache that left her hollow and needy as her legs rubbed restlessly together in an effort to relieve the emptiness. “Do it again, please,” she whimpered, arching her back and pushing her nipple toward his moist lips.
“So perfect, Molly,” Devil muttered, brushing his thumb against her swollen nipple as he watched her milky breasts straining against his hand. “You’re a fucking miracle, sweetheart. My miracle… and I don’t know how I got this lucky.” Bending his head, he sucked one raspberry tip between his lips, circling his tongue around the peak before worrying it with his teeth.
“Oh, God, yes,” Molly moaned as her hands drifted over his neck, urging him closer. “Don’t stop,” she begged as her core pulsed, growing slicker as her juices slid down her thighs. She was going to come from this alone, she thought. She was going to fly into a million pieces just from the feel of his lips against her breasts.
Sliding one hand between Molly’s legs, he growled when he found her slick and wet and wanting. He lifted his head to whisper against her lips, “Fucking drenched for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Mmm, yes,” Molly gasped as his finger grazed her clit. “I need you, Devil.”
“You’ll have me, baby. You’ll always have me. For as long as I live, I’m only yours,” Devil murmured before he nipped her full lower lip. “First, though, I need a taste of that dripping honey. I’m going to eat your beautiful pussy, and then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast just the way you wanted, Molly,” he promised between deep, wet kisses.
Molly writhed beneath him as he kissed his way back down her body, curling a warm palm behind each of her knees. His warm, loving words inflamed her heart, body and mind, and she was desperate to be possessed by him in whatever way he’d take her.
“Spread for me, baby,” he demanded in a dark, insistent voice edged with desire, nudging her knees apart so he could kneel between them. Completely naked and vulnerable, Molly’s body glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration as she allowed him to ease her legs apart. “Jesus, Molly, you enslave me with this body,” he groaned, trailing his fingers from between her breasts to just above her mound. “So fucking gorgeous. Men fight wars to keep and hold this kind of beauty. They cheat and steal to possess it. They kill to keep it,” he breathed. “And you gave it all to me.”
Molly blinked as his praise washed over her. Men had whispered sweet words to her before… men would say almost anything to get laid. With Devil, however, she knew deep in her soul that he believed every word he spoke. He made her feel beautiful… desired. Wanted.
In his arms and under his lips, she belonged.
“You’re mine, Molly. Always only mine,” he whispered, running his hands along the smooth, alabaster flesh covering her thighs. “Say it.”
The warm breath cascading over her mound from his rough demand sent a tingle down her spine. There was something primal in his tone that called to the spirit within her. He needed her validation and she offered it freely. “Yours, Devil. Always only yours,” she swore in a soft, solemn voice. “The way I love you, I could never belong to anyone else, but I’m pretty sure that I’m going to implode if you don’t touch me soon.”
Urging one supple long leg over his shoulder, Devil brushed a soft kiss to the inside of one thigh. “Can’t have that,” he murmured as her musky scent teased his nose. “I adore this body too much to lose it now.” Using his thumbs, he gently parted the lips of her pussy, groaning at the sight of her pink, wet flesh. “Incredible,” he breathed, inhaling her unique scent as he stared down at the treasure he’d unearthed. “You’re all rosy and swollen for me, honey. Do you want my tongue, Molly?”
Molly pressed her head against the pillow and arched her hips restlessly. “Devil, please.” His husky chuckle against her abdomen made her want to pull his hair out.
“Please, what, darlin’?” Devil chuckled, dropping another kiss to her belly.
“Kiss me,” Molly demanded, growing impatient as she twisted beneath his weight.
“I have. I am,” Devil murmured, licking a slow, leisurely circle around her navel as she bucked against him. Damn, he loved her fiery spirit. He outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds and could easily subdue her, but that didn’t stop her from squirming beneath him as she pushed at his shoulders and demanded he ease the ache. When they were together like this, there was nothing shy or inhibited about her. She knew what she wanted and how she wanted it delivered and made sure he knew it, too.
He, however, knew what she needed. And that was a hell of a lot more important. He’d take care of her desires, always, but her needs…those would forever be his first priority.
Right now, she needed him to show her that he’d always give her body the release it craved in the way he believed she needed it. It had been an intensely emotional afternoon, and while wild and hot would satisfy both their bodies, Molly needed slow, steady and deliberate from him now. When he was done making love to her, he wanted her to feel like he was inside her skin on a molecular level. A raw, hard fuck wasn’t going to achieve that goal.
“Devil, now,” Molly whined as her nails dug half-moons in his shoulders, pushing ineffectually at him.
“Soon,” he whispered against the soft curls shielding her pussy. “We have all night, sweetheart and I’m not feeling a rush toward the finish line. Relax and trust me,” he urged, using his thumb to lightly trace a light circle around her swollen clit.
Hissing in air through her teeth at the barely-there touch to her aching core, Molly moaned. Every muscle in her body felt tight, and her thighs flexed where they rested over Devil’s shoulders. “I already trust you,” she panted. “And relaxing, at this point, is kinda impossible when you have your head between my legs and your mouth right where I need it to be. Well, almost,” she amended when his deep chuckles shook his shoulders.
“My mouthy Molly,” Devil murmured appreciatively, smiling up her body at her, silently recognizing that he’d never – no matter how long he lived – get enough of her or her attitude. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I’ll draw you a picture later,” Molly promised quickly, her eyes shining brightly as she stared at him. “For now, could you just drop your mouth about three inches?” she begged, biting her lip again when a deep laugh shook his body.
Yeah, her sassy mouth was one of the top three things he loved about her. There wasn’t any doubt about that. If he was truthful with himself, there wasn’t anything about her that he didn’t adore. Even when she was spitting, clawing mad, he found her irresistible. Hell, spitting and clawing mad was damn near intoxicating.
“Devil!” Molly shouted, her eyebrows drawing together as she glared down her naked body. “God gave you that mouth for something other than laughing at me, you know? Unless you’ve forgotten in your advanced years what to do with…argghhh!” she screeched, throwing her head back as his hot lips covered her slick folds and his tongue thrust forcefully into her. “Devil!” she moaned, burying her hands in his hair and gripping the silky strands.
Two fingers replaced his tongue as he looked up at her flushed face. “Believe me, baby, I haven’t forgotten a thing. In fact,” he murmured, dropping his mouth to lap at her straining clit, “There’s a few things I haven’t even shown you yet.” Curling his fingers and stroking her internal walls, he felt her channel convulse around his digits. “You’ve just got to learn patience,” he whispered, licking her clit again and savoring her sweet taste on his tongue.
Molly lifted her hips to meet the gentle intrusion of his fingers, trying to take them deeper inside her pussy and assuage the hollow ache. His tongue swirled around her pleasure button, lightly tapping it but never actually pushing it. It was a tease. A scorching hot, bitingly brilliant tease. “Oh, God,” she moaned, lifting one hand from his hair to grip the slats of the headboard behind her head while she pushed her hips from the bed and toward his face in a silent entreaty for more.
For what seemed like an eternity, he licked and nipped, sucked and sampled, giving her a hint of paradise but never actually let her enter into the Promised Land. And, dear Lord, it felt good. He’d made her body into a sensual playground, and it was obvious he intended to enjoy the rides for as long as he could. Moaning as one hand lifted to capture her nipple, he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger while his tongue slid up and down her happy place, stopping just shy of her clit every time. The bastard seemed to be enjoying her frustration, keeping her right on the edge of sizzling agony.
“Devil, I swear to God, if you don’t stop torturing me, I will never wrap my lips around you again,” she threatened breathlessly as her hips churned desperately beneath his mouth. “Being married to me for an eternity with no blowjobs would suck, wouldn’t it? Or, not suck as the case may be.”
She liked to think it was the ‘no blowjobs for eternity’ rather than her desperate whine that finally got his attention. She ignored his dark chuckle and instead focused on the fact that his lips and tongue were finally paying attention to exactly the place she needed them to be. “Yes!” she gasped at the first wet slide of his tongue around her love button. “Oh, God! Yes!” she breathed again when that wicked tongue swirled first clockwise, then counter clockwise, delivering the perfect amount of friction.
“Sweet mother of mercy, YES!” she yelled when those deliciously firm lips of his tugged her swollen bud between his lips and sucked gently. She saw stars. And rainbows! And she was pretty sure she might have spotted a damn leprechaun cackling madly under that freaking rainbow as Devil’s mouth worked her with an expert touch while his long fingers surged and stroked inside her.
Using the thumb of the hand that had two fingers buried in her tight, wet body, Devil circled it around her clit as he lifted his head to watch her clenched face. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let me have it,” he urged deeply. “I want to watch it.”
Molly’s eyes closed tightly as the unbelievable sensations he was forcing on her intensified. Unlike most of the orgasms he’d given her, he’d built this one to heights she’d never known existed, and she was poised to fall into the abyss. It was exhilarating and scary and so very good that she was terrified she’d never be the same woman after it was over.
“Eyes on me, Molly,” he growled roughly, needing to see those gorgeous green eyes as she experienced her pleasure.
She obeyed the harsh command instantly, her eyes popping open wide as he kept his hand moving while sliding over her. “Devil,” she moaned as his fingers twisted inside her and found that patch of nerves that drove a woman wild. Bliss assaulted her on all sides and she drew in a deep breath and screamed as something exploded inside her.
“Fuck, yes,” Devil groaned as passion claimed his woman. Her hips bucked wildly against his hand as her pussy clenched around his fingers and her juices slid over his hand. “That’s my girl,” he whispered against her hot cheek. “Ride it out for me, baby, and let me have it all,” he urged, as he slowed his hand and her cries softened to whimpers. Sliding his fingers from her, he captured her unhappy murmur with his lips as he levered his body over hers. “My turn,” he growled against her mouth, wrapping a hand around his throbbing cock and guiding it toward her entrance. “You still want hard and fast, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked huskily, praying to God that she did because he was fairly certain he wasn’t capable of giving it to her any other way right now. He needed her that badly.
“Hard, yes,” Molly breathed against his ear, nipping his neck as she spoke.
Groaning as he sank inside her with one deep surge of his hips, Devil’s jaws clamped together as her velvety walls surrounded him. Nothing felt as good as being inside Molly. Incinerating wet heat encompassed him, and he fought the battle to maintain control instead of unleashing the savage animal beast inside him. “You feel so fucking good, Molly,” he bit out against her neck. “Love that tight pussy,” he praised, pumping in and out of her snug, fiery channel as he captured her wrists and held them above her head.
Molly laced her fingers through Devil’s above her head as her core quickened, his pulsing cock nailing her sweet spot with every downward stroke. She hitched one leg around his ass while she wrapped the other high around his back, opening herself for his possession. “Yes! More, Devil,” she moaned as his hips ground against his, and he released one of her hands to palm her ass and tilt her hips so that he impaled her so deeply she felt it in her womb.
“Take it, baby,” he bit out gruffly as his fingers tightened on her ass and he deepened his thrusts, moving fluidly in and out of her drenched pussy. “Take my cock,” he demanded against her parted lips before kissing her, his tongue matching the hard, driving rhythm his dick had set for them.
Their mouths moved wildly, nipping and biting, as the tension built inside Molly. Tightening her legs around Devil’s hips, she tried to keep up as he pounded inside her, his pelvis rising and falling against the cradle of her hips as his cock thickened inside her. It felt good. Beyond good. It felt life affirming… soul melding. Devil Delancy was everything she’d ever dreamed of having in her bed.
And he was hers just as much as she was his.
Devil grunted deeply as Molly’s walls contracted around him. “Fuck, baby,” he rasped, squeezing the hand he still held in his as his own release began to build. “Get there for me, angel,” he commanded in a voice thick with desire as the hand on her ass moved between them to rub tight circles around her swollen clit. “Cum for me, Molly. Let me feel that sweet pussy milk my cock the way only you can,” he urged hoarsely against her ear as he buried himself in her.
Devil’s hungry mouth muffled Molly’s scream as a second tide of bliss crested over her and threatened to drown her in the waves.
“Fuck, yes,” Devil groaned as her pussy convulsed and released around him, the soft slide of her slick walls grasping his dick in a grip that was the most exquisite torture he’d ever felt. Throwing back his head, he offered his own hoarse shout of satisfaction as her release triggered his. Gripping her ass with a force that would leave a bruise against her fair skin, he ground his hips against hers as he buried himself to the root inside the sweet cocoon of her body. Grunting as his essence jetted from the tip of his cock and filled her, bathing her womb in his seed, his back arched as release claimed his body as he claimed hers.
Chest heaving, his heavy body collapsed on hers, pushing Molly into the mattress. “Christ, I don’t know how I got so lucky getting the sweetest, tightest pussy God ever created, but I’m never going to let you go,” he murmured faintly, turning his head toward hers and kissing her swollen lips gently.
“Ever?” Molly whispered as her heart inflated with all the warm, gushy feelings a woman has for her man.
Meeting her eyes, Devil stared at her, as serious as a heart attack. “Ever, Molly. I waited for a decade while you grew up into the amazing woman I always knew you’d be. I’m not going to waste a fucking second delivering you to the wedding altar and hitching my cart to your little red wagon. You’re mine. Only EVER mine.”
“When you say things like that, you make me wanna cry,” Molly breathed, blinking hard and tracing his lips with her finger as they collapsed against the pillows.
“As long as they’re tears of joy, I’ll deal,” he offered, nipping the end of her finger gently. “The other kind… let’s just say the source of them won’t be safe from my wrath.”
“Does that include the augmented Aussie?” Molly asked, she asked with a soft look at him.
“Augmented Aussie,” Devil repeated with a smirk. “I like it.”
“Well, there’s no way those boobs are real,” she muttered with a frown before meeting his eyes again. “And I’m waiting for an answer,” she reminded a now openly smiling Devil.
“That includes the augmented Aussie, sweetheart,” he acknowledged softly. “In a moment of insanity that occurred well before you and I were a couple, I did something supremely stupid. Believe me; she knows her days are numbered if she targets you with her venom again. No one hurts you, angel,” he continued softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she lay on the pillow facing him. “Not her. Not even me. Not without consequences.”
She didn’t ask what those consequences included. By the look in his darkening eyes, she didn’t want to know. “You slept with her,” she said instead, needing to clear the air between them. “I hate that, Devil.” She paused for a moment, then asked with brutal honesty, needing to be prepared for whatever eventuality might come, “Am I going to be tripping over former lovers every time I turn around?”
Sighing heavily, Devil silently acknowledged that after what she’d experienced today, Molly had a good reason for asking that question, and he knew he needed to reassure her while still being completely honest. Not for the first time, he hated the fact that there’d ever been another woman in his bed before her. The good news was she was the last woman that would ever be in his bed.
Clearing his throat, he cupped the cheek not pressed against the pillow and met her eyes. “I wasn’t a monk before you, Molly.”
“I wasn’t a virgin either, but at least I was selective,” she muttered unhappily.
“True,” he admitted softly. “What I can tell you is what I’ve offered before… after you came to work for me, the days of me playing the field were over. Before that, I played the game and I played it hard. There were other women, but I will personally ensure that you never trip over them. They didn’t mean anything to me. It’s shitty to say, but they passed the time and filled a physical urge. None of them were you. You are the best I’ve ever had, honey.”
“And you’ve had a lot, so I guess that would say something,” Molly muttered with a faint glimmer of a smile.
“I love you, Molly, and believe me when I tell you, that makes what happened with them and what we have here between us the difference between night and day.”
“Sami would say that’s either an excellent line or a really good answer,” Molly whispered, biting her lip.
“Which do you think it is, Molly?” Devil asked, his eyes piercing hers. “Because honestly, yours is the only opinion I care about.”
“I think that was a very good response to both my statements.” And this time, there was no glimmer to Molly’s smile. It was blinding.