Chapter Twelve

Devil

Molly’s sweet moans pierced the silence of the bedroom as she thrashed beneath his mouth.  Licking his tongue up and down her slit, he felt her stomach tighten underneath the hand he had pressed against her stomach.  Swirling his tongue in a circle around her swollen nub, he nearly came like a teenager against the sheets when he heard her low cry of delight. 

Flicking her tender bud with the tip of his tongue as he carefully pulled it between his teeth, Devil moaned as Molly’s delectable taste coated his tongue.  She tasted like apples and sunshine, fresh and sweet simultaneously.  A man could easily get drunk on the sinfully wicked delight of eating her out.  Fortunately for him, he was the only one that would ever have the privilege of dining on her.  He might not have been his wife’s first lover, but he was determined to be her last.  No man would ever take this from him while he still breathed.  Lifting his head, his gaze climbed up her body to settle on her glowing face.  Lips parted as she pulled quick bursts of air into her lungs, she fought to regulate her breath.  Using his thumb to keep her clit stimulated, he rubbed in a slow back and forth pattern while he slipped two fingers into her drenched cunt.  “You like that, baby?  Or do you want my tongue back?” he asked, curling his fingers inside her and rubbing that patch of nerves that made her toes curl.

“I don’t care,” Molly gasped as his fingers pumped in and out of her pussy and her clit swelled against his thumb.  “It all feels so good, Devil!  The pleasure is almost painful,” she almost whined, lifting her hips off the bed to meet the shallow thrust of his hand. 

“Does it hurt so good, babe?” Devil whispered, dropping his head to pull her nipple between his lips and suckle gently.  Pulling his fingers free of her greedy pussy, he slapped her wet folds sharply, pulling a long moan from her lips as her hips arched again.

“God!” she gasped as he plunged three fingers into her.  “Yes!  It’s such a good hurt, Devil,” she whimpered, biting her lower lips as she chased the pleasure, undulating her hips to try and pull his fingers deeper into her.  “Fuck me, Devil,” she begged breathlessly.  “Please, just fuck me.”

“Not yet,” he growled, releasing her nipple and sliding down her body to lick her clit as he continued to finger fuck her.  “Want you good and primed before I dive into that pussy.  Because once I get there, Sweetheart, I’m gonna be there for a long time.”

“I’m ready now, baby,” Molly pleaded with him, closing her eyes as her body reached for him.

Christ, he was fucked.  Once he got inside her tight little pussy, he’d be lost.  Watching as his beautiful wife’s body chased her climax, his jaw tightened.  His cock ached with the sweetest kind of pain, flexing against his abdomen as it waited to take a turn inside Molly’s body.  She was so fucking tight.  “Jesus, babe, this perfect pink pussy is sucking at my fingers.  I can feel your walls tremble.  You need that orgasm bad, don’t you?” he whispered, dragging his tongue over her distended bud again before he pulled it between his lips and sucked sharply.  Smiling as Molly cursed loudly, he suckled her clit once more, tugging it with his teeth before letting go and blowing against it. 

 Molly shuddered against the bed, keening with need as her fingers raked his scalp.  “Fuck, Devil!  I love the way you do that!”

“Do what, baby?   I wanna hear you say it.  Use that nasty mouth and tell me what you love,” he demanded roughly, slapping her pussy again before grinding the heel of his hand against her clit.  “If you want me to do it, fuckin’ say it and maybe I’ll allow this sweet little pussy a bit of relief,” he bargained, lifting his head to bore his eyes into hers.

“I love the way you eat me out,” Molly shouted hoarsely.  “Please, baby, lick my pussy.  Let me cum on your tongue.”

“You wanna feed me your cream, Angel?  Do you wanna cum all over my lips?” Devil rasped, already pressing openmouthed kisses against the insides of each of her thighs while her musky scent taunted the beast inside him.  Pulling her thighs over his shoulders, he settled between her legs to give her what she needed.

“Yes!” Molly screamed as her thighs shook around his neck.  “Please, yes!”

Dipping his head, Devil licked and kissed every inch of her pussy.   Using the flat of his tongue, he swept it up and down her slippery cunt, drawing in her essence and relishing her taste as his fingers pushed inside her, sliding against the contracting walls of her pussy.  Her channel gripped him, pulsing around his digits as he growled against her clit and worked Molly’s body into a frenzy.  He loved it when she got lost in the pleasure and forgot everything but him and what he could do to her.  Lifting his head a few inches, he watched his shiny fingers thrust in and out of her, slick with her juices.  “Fuck, baby, I love your pussy.  Always so hot and tight.  Fuckin’ made for me and me alone,” he shared hoarsely.

“Yes!  Yours.   Always yours, Devil,” Molly panted, her body stiffening as her first orgasm began to spread through her body.  “Oh, God, Devil,” she whimpered faintly, “I’m there, baby!”

He lapped his tongue once more and collected her cream before he pulled his mouth away from the most scrumptious meal he’d ever been fed.  Coming to his knees, Devil jerked his fingers from her cunt and replaced them with his cock.  Devil hovered above Molly as he sank inside her and prayed he didn’t lose himself right then.  He held himself still, knowing it had been months since he’d intimately loved his wife.  He knew her body needed a moment to adjust to his invasion, but when her walls clenched around his dick in what felt like a silk shrouded vice, he knew he was fighting a losing battle.  Her pussy was tightening around him with a grip that made his balls ache and he was a single breathe away from throwing caution to the wind and fucking her like the end of the world was coming.  “Ah, fuck,” he bit out, clamping his teeth together as he fought his own release back.  “Goddamn, Molly, baby, be still,” he implored the squirming woman as she wrestled with her own orgasm.  “If you make me cum before I get a chance to hammer this little pussy, you won’t sit for a week,” he threatened against her ear, sucking her ear lobe between his lips as he silently recited the batting order of the Atlanta Braves in order to keep his cock in check.

Waiting until the flutters in Molly’s pussy had lessened, he began to move inside her, thrusting deeply but gently in measured strokes designed to work them both up.  “You okay, baby? Is this too much?” he asked, dipping his head to lick a bead of sweat from Molly’s neck.

“No, this is perfect.  You’re perfect,” Molly moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.  “I love feeling you move inside me,” she shared softly before lifting her head to meet his mouth with her own. 

Devil groaned as Molly’s mouth opened underneath his and her tongue slipped inside his mouth.  They exchanged a slow, wet, passionate kiss as she tilted her hips, allowing him to get deeper…closer.  “Fuck, I love you,” he whispered between kisses, nibbling her full lower lip as she lifted her ass, meeting each thrust of his hips eagerly.  “Love how it feels when you’re wrapped around me,” he continued, his breaths falling hot and heavy against her neck as he worked in and out of her soaked pussy.   

He groaned as Molly clutched his shoulders, pulling him closer.  Building the pace of his thrusts gradually, Devil kept one eye glued to Molly’s face, making sure that he didn’t get too carried away.  After all, this was her first time since she delivered their daughter.  And while he knew that his woman craved a certain level of pain, he also knew that there were different kinds of aches.  Fortunately, his Molly was amazingly responsive to him, and he could easily read her facial cues.  For example, his beautiful wife was nearly ecstatic now, her ecstasy near its peak. Just like his own. 

Deepening his thrusts as he felt her intimate grip on his cock tighten, he felt a tingle fly up his spine, warning him that his own pinnacle was approaching.  Sliding one hand between them as he braced himself with the other, Devil worked Molly’s slick bud, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves and reducing her to a squirming mass of limbs.

“Oh, God!  Devil!  Don’t stop!  Please don’t fucking stop,” she begged frantically, clawing his back in a way that he knew would leave reminders of their passion. 

“I’m here baby.  I’m right here.  I’ve got you,” he soothed against her ear as his own body continued to tighten, readying itself to surrender to the strength of his orgasm.  “I’m gonna cum, baby.  I want you with me,” he growled, rubbing her clit faster and working her into a tumultuous mass of need.  “Get there, Molly,” he demanded gruffly as his jaw clenched.  “Surrender to it, baby!  Just let go!”

He released the first thick rope of his seed just as her first scream of completion tore through the quiet evening.  Grunting heavily, his hips pumped at a frantic pace in the cradle of her legs.  “Ah, fuck, yeah!  I’m cumming, angel!  Yes, Molly, baby! Yes!!” he swore, struggling for air as he cried out Molly’s name one last time as jet after jet of his warm cum filled her pussy, painting her convulsing walls with his seed. 

Collapsing beside her what felt like long minutes later but was only actually about ninety seconds, Devil threw his arm around Molly’s waist and pulled her against his chest, her head on his shoulder.  “Holy fuck,” he panted while sweat ran down his chest.  Looking down at his wife whose skin gleamed with the evidence of exertion, he was pleased to find her staring at him, smiling widely.  “You okay, honey?” he asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she, too, tried to get her breathing under control.  “I didn’t hurt you there at the end, did I?”

Molly’s hand rose to cup his jaw.  “You could never hurt me, Devil.  Not in the bad way.  I’m fine.  I’m better than fine.  I feel like I just got smothered by the most powerful form of pleasure in existence.  So, I’m gonna go with ‘I’m great!’”

“Me, too, angel.  Me, too,” Devil returned with a happy smile and soft sigh.  Staring at the ceiling, he continued, “We did it, Molly.  We got our happy ending, didn’t we?” he asked, giving her a soft look as she rolled on top of him and stared down into his eyes.

“We did,” Molly agreed happily with a soft, dreamy look on her face. 

“Wanna know what’s even better?” Devil asked in a low voice as he stroked her bare back with one hand.”  At Molly’s nod he went on.  “Soon, our friends will have this same kind of bliss.  In less than a week, life will return to blessed business as usual.  Just a few more days, and we’re in the clear,” he informed her enthusiastically.

Dropping her head to Devil’s shoulder, Molly groaned.  “Now, why did you have to do that?” she asked, twisting his nipple painfully as she jerked her head up and glared at him.

“What?” he yelped, capturing her offending hand and pulling it away from his abused nipple.

“You know what,” Molly retorted.  “You done went and tempted that bitch called Fate!”