“I haven’t had time to do laundry,” Molly whined, struggling to breathe as his knuckle continued rubbing her in all the right places. “These were all that was left in my underwear drawer.”
“Then I don’t think you should ever do laundry again,” he replied in a low voice, capturing her lips for a torrid kiss as he hooked his finger through the thong and gave the material a forceful tug. Lifting his mouth from hers, he gazed down her body and licked his lips when his eyes reached her puffy folds. “You have the most gorgeous pussy I’ve ever seen, Molly,” he breathed, dropping his hand to slide his fingers over her wet nether lips.
Molly’s head moved restlessly against the bed as his fingers rubbed and teased. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned when his thumb drew a slow circle around her clit, nudging the bundle of nerves centered at the apex of her core gently. “Devil, that feels so good,” she breathed, lifting her hip to try and get his thumb to return to that magical spot.
“That’s because I know your body, baby,” Devil whispered against her cheek, watching as her eyelashes fluttered when his thumb stroked her throbbing bud again lightly. “It belongs to me. It all belongs to me now, Molly,” he proclaimed in a deep, seductive voice as he nipped her chin with his teeth. “These beautiful lips,” he murmured with his mouth hovering above hers, “are mine.” His tongue licked her full lower lip before pulling it between his own lips and sucking gently. Pressing kisses down her neck, he reached her heaving breasts. “These gorgeous tits…they’re mine, too, aren’t they?” he asked, nipping each nipple with a sharp tug of his teeth. Smiling when Molly’s breath hitched and she trembled beneath his weight, he slid his lips over her soft stomach. “And this pussy? This scorching hot, tight-as-hell little pussy… it’s very definitely mine to love, isn’t it, Molly?” he asked, slowly sweeping his tongue through her slit.
Molly shuddered when his lips pursed over her clit and drew it between his lips. The light brush of his tongue over that sensitive button was enough to pull a low cry from her lips as her fingers dove into his dark hair and her nails raked his scalp. His low hum of approval vibrated against her tense bud and the sensation the sound produced pierced her soul. “Devil!” she screamed hoarsely as his tongue began to alternate between licking her from top to bottom and lashing cruelly against her clit. He was driving her crazy, pushing her to the edge, only to pull her back at the last conceivable moment. No man had ever been able to make her this desperate – not that she had that many experiences with which to compare him. She just knew in her heart that no man other than him would be able to make her feel this gloriously alive.
Devil continued his gentle assault on her delectable core, nipping her pouty pink folds with his teeth as he slid two fingers deep inside her, pumping in and out in steady rhythm. Groaning as her steaming channel sucked at his fingers, he ate at her clit, nipping and swirling his tongue against the engorged bud until she thrashed against the bed.
Molly moaned as her back arched off the bed, and he chuckled darkly between her splayed thighs. He tasted her as though he couldn’t get enough, and her body throbbed when he lifted his head to stare up her body into her eyes. “No, don’t stop,” she whimpered, so desperate for her orgasm that she would have been willing to sell her soul to the Devil if he hadn’t already held it in the palm of his hand. “You can’t leave me this way!” she begged as his fingers slipped from her body and he moved to kneel between her thighs. His sexy body gleamed with sweat as he pulled his cock from his boxers and stroked it with his hand. “Devil, please!” she begged, reaching her hand toward him as she tried to sit up on the bed.
Splaying one hand against her stomach, he held her in place as he stroked his throbbing dick. Slick with his pre-cum, it slid smoothly through his fist, and he wanted nothing more than to bury his length inside her tight pussy and fuck her until all her doubts dissolved into mist. First, however, he needed her to concede that she belonged to him. He needed to hear those words from her swollen pink lips. “You want my cock, baby?” he asked huskily, feeling her eyes hungrily watching him as he slid his fist firmly up and down his thick stem. “Do you want me inside you, Molly?” he asked as he stretched out beside her on the bed.
Sizzle: Chapter Forty-Six
“Yes!” Her declaration was passionate and loud in the otherwise quiet bedroom. “You know I do!” she moaned, turning on her side and reaching for his heavy cock with an eager hand.
Capturing her wrist with one hand, he shook his head as he kept his other hand moving steadily against his aching member. “Then admit that you belong to me,” he demanded tightly. “Show me that you’re mine.”
Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him stroke himself again, twisting his wrist when he reached the head of his penis. “H-how?” she asked faintly, unable to tear her eyes away from his beautifully hard cock as she licked her lips.
“How do you show me?” she heard him ask, his voice deep and hypnotic, mesmerizing her as she held her breath and waited for him to speak.
Lifting a hand to caress her smooth cheek, Devil smiled wickedly. Bending one knee, he pulled Molly over him to lie between his legs. “You can start by saying that you’ll be my wife,” he challenged her as he drew the remains of her silk shirt and bra down her arms and dropped it over the side of the bed. “Admit you want to be my wife, Molly.”
“Devil, you don’t understand,” Molly mumbled, dropping her eyes to stare at his chest.
“I understand that some insensitive bitch said some things to hurt you today. She said something that obviously made you doubt marrying me. I don’t know what it was. I don’t need to know what it was. What you need to know is that nothing she said… nothing anyone could say will convince me that we’re not doing the right thing.”
“For Nana,” Molly acknowledged softly without lifting her eyes. “I get it.”
“Yes, for Nana,” Devil confirmed with a nod as he watched her shuttered face. “But not just for Nana. Molly, you’re in my arms, naked. That’s not for Nana. She might have been the catalyst for what’s developed between us, but the chemistry… that was always there. Nana has nothing to do with the fact that I’m hard as a rock for you right now,” he explained gently as his hand slid up and down the smooth skin of her back. “That’s all you. That’s what you’re able to do to me. Don’t let some jealous bitch that doesn’t even know you or me ruin what’s been happening between us. You’d hate to see me ruin some young woman’s life for being an idiot, wouldn’t you? I probably wouldn’t feel all that great about it, but if her flapping jaw costs me the woman I want…”
“Deborah isn’t that bad,” Molly replied with a sigh, finally lifting her gaze to his. “She just made a lot of assumptions based on the gossip that’s been circulating about us. You wouldn’t go after her for that.”
“Try me,” Devil challenged, tightening his arms around Molly as he stared into her emerald eyes. “I’ve destroyed people’s careers for a hell of a lot less.”
Pursing her lips, Molly frowned. “You’re overreacting.”
“So are you,” Devil whispered, shifting one hand to cradle her cheek. “Aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” Molly admitted grudgingly, shifting against his body as she shrugged. “I hate being the subject of gossip. Sue me.”
Lifting his head from the pillow, Devil captured Molly’s lips for a slow, wet kiss, sucking her lower lip before slipping past her parted lips to brush his tongue against hers. Smiling against her mouth, he brushed his thumb against her cheek. “I could, you know. Sue you. Breach of promise is a serious offense. I could claim irreparable harm to my psyche,” he murmured between slow nibbles of her lips.
“You are so full of shit, Devil Delancy. You were crazy as a loon long before I got involved in your life.” Molly giggled as his hand landed against her ass. “Devil!” she admonished, smacking his chest in retribution as his warm hand rubbed the abused cheek.
“Don’t misbehave and you won’t get spanked,” he offered with a smug gri
n as she glared at him. “Now, tell me that you’ve forgotten this business about calling off our wedding. Unless you want to break my heart, Nana’s heart, and don’t even get me started on what your mother would do.”
“That’s low. You’d use my own momma against me?”
“I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep you, Molly,” Devil replied truthfully, not feeling a bit guilty about it.
“You know you aren’t exactly getting a bargain here, right? I’m stubborn and temperamental. I don’t like sharing, and I hog the covers, too,” Molly muttered, chewing her lower lip.
“Molly, I’m aware of your so-called faults. I’ve been around since you were born, remember? And I don’t feel like I’m getting a bargain here. I’m taking the prize even if I have to steal her. Haven’t you learned yet that I always get what I want?”
“Egotistical jerk.”
“Hey, I’m willing to overlook your faults. You’ll have to see your way past a few of mine, too.” He winked at her as his hand trailed over the swell of her ass. “I have my strengths, too. Tell me that you’re mine and I’ll show you my biggest one,” he offered, thrusting gently against her and pulling a startled gasp from her lips when his cock probed her swollen folds.
“Are you trying to seduce the answer you want out of me, Devil?” Molly moaned as he rocked against her slick pussy again.
“Whatever it takes, baby,” he growled against her neck, gently biting at the hollow between her throat and shoulder. “Tell me, Molly,” he demanded against her ear as his hand tightened on the curve of her ass and shifted her over his cock.
“You aren’t playing fair, Devil!” Molly groaned as he teased her with the feel of his swollen manhood.
“First, I’m not playing at all, darlin’,” Devil informed her huskily, nipping at one of her stiffened nipples with his teeth. “And second, I’ve learned that the only fair fight is the one you lose. I make it a point to avoid losing at all costs, sweetheart,” he added with a slow smile as he plucked her other nipple playfully. “What’s it gonna be, Molly? Who do you belong to?”
“You!” Molly whimpered as the ache inside her built to unbearable heights. “God help me, but I’m yours,” she moaned, wrapping one hand around his neck and pulling his mouth toward hers.
Finally satisfied that he’d managed to solidify the foundation that their marriage would be built upon, Devil slammed his mouth against Molly’s and rolled her until he hovered above her body with her long legs gripping his waist. Her tongue met his frantically, tangling in an erotic dance that neither of them wanted to end.
Forcing her mouth away from his, Molly shook her head. She’d be damned if he got his own way without giving her something in return. He might hold the keys to her heart, but she’d be damned if her engine would turn over without some serious negotiation. “Oh, no. I’m not the only one that’s going to have to make some concessions here, Dev,” she insisted, shoving at his broad shoulders until he rolled back over on the bed and she shifted to straddle him. Planting one trim leg on either side of his body, she braced her hands against his solid chest and stared down at him.
“Well, since you’re giving me everything I want by agreeing to be my wife, I can’t imagine there’s much I’d deny you, babe,” Devil replied huskily, his gaze soft on her determined face.
“Oh, this isn’t about what you would deny me, Devil,” Molly returned, bending her head to drop a kiss against the center of his chest. “It’s about what I’m going to take from you,” she whispered, dragging her tongue down the center of his belly until her lips hovered just above his straining cock.
Groaning as he felt her hot breath fanning his groin, Devil buried a hand in Molly’s tussled hair. She looked like a siren as she blew against the mushroom tip of his dick, her wanton gaze meeting his as she smiled a slow seductive smile. “Make your demand, vixen,” he ordered roughly as her tongue snuck past her parted lips to swipe at his aching staff.
Dragging her tongue underneath the flared head of his cock, Molly hummed happily when she heard Devil hiss in a deep breath. “All in good time,” she murmured a second before she flicked her tongue wickedly against the drop of cum that had accumulated at the tip of his penis.
“Jesus! Fuck, Molly!” Devil growled, arching his hips as his abdomen tensed when her wicked mouth covered the head of his dick, and she swirled her tongue around it. “You’re killing me, woman!”
Molly grinned as she released the bulbous head of his cock with a wet pop of her lips and moved to nuzzle the smooth skin around his testicles, licking the sensitive twin globes with tiny taps of her tongue. Pulling one swollen ball between her lips, she suckled greedily and pulled a raw grunt of pleasure from Devil’s mouth.
“Shit, baby,” Devil moaned as she offered his other testicle the same erotic treatment. This woman could give lessons in torture, he thought as her wicked tongue slid against his sensitive sac. “I love feeling your mouth on me.” She looked like an angel between his legs, but she had the destructive mouth of a demon bent on domination. Fisting her hair when the incredible torture continued, he growled, “Suck my cock, Molly. I want to feel that wet heat and your wicked little tongue on my dick.”
Molly tilted her head as she looked up at him. Now, it was her turn to call the shots. He’d used her body against her to get what he wanted, and she wasn’t afraid to do the same. “Do you?” she asked innocently, encasing his slick cock in her hand and slowly pumping it up and down with her fist.
“Sweet Christ, yes,” Devil bit out as her velvety grip tightened on him. She was killing him by inches with the acute pleasure she was inflicting on him. “I need your mouth on me more than I want my next breath, sweetheart. Give me your sweet mouth, Molly.”
“If you tell me what I want to hear,” she answered huskily, lovingly licking the length of his throbbing flesh with a long swipe of her tongue before pressing a light kiss against his tip. “We’ve already established that I belong to you, Devil, but who do you belong to?”
Tugging gently on Molly’s hair until she slid up his body, he waited until her face was even with his before he spoke. “You’re a very smart woman, babe. You haven’t figured that out already?”
“I could assume, but I want it to be clear, Devil” Molly countered stubbornly. “I don’t want any misunderstandings between us. If I give you my body, I want to know that it’s only me you’ll be sharing yours with while we’re together – for as long as this lasts.”
“Stop trying to put an expiration date on us, Molly. We don’t have one,” Devil admonished softly, brushing his thumb against her lower lip. “Unlike you, I’ve got no problem at all admitting that I’m all yours. As far as sharing me with anyone else…I haven’t slept with another woman since the first day you showed up to work for me. I certainly won’t be sleeping with anybody else after I make love to you. I won’t share either, but more importantly, I don’t cheat ever,” he stated gently.
Molly’s face lit up as his words warmed her heart. “Sometimes…not often, mind you,” she whispered, “but, sometimes you say all the right things”
“Just being honest,” Devil stated dismissively, brushing his lips against hers. “Now that we have that out of the way, where were we?” he growled as Molly squirmed on top of him, her lithe body hitting his in all the right places.
“I think you were asking me to do unholy things to your body,” Molly teased, pressing tiny kisses against his neck while her hand wandered between them to stroke his still-hard cock. Mildly impressed that he hadn’t lost interest during their serious conversation, she swept her thumb over his moist tip.
“Unholy?” Devil grunted as her lips found his flat brown nipple and toyed with the pebble hard point. “Not likely. Honey, I’ve never felt closer to God and the Promised Land in my life than when your mouth is on me,” he confided huskily as he cupped one hand around her neck and drew her mouth back to his.
Their tongues collided eagerly as hands wandered over each other, becoming more
frantic as the moments passed. Molly moaned as his fingers found her core, impaling her with one sharp thrust of his hand. He was right, she realized. There was a tender reverence in the way he worshiped her body. Rocking her hips against his, Molly melted inside as one hand moved up and down her back, pressing her closer.
“I need you,” Devil rasped against her lips, licking her swollen lips as he drew back enough to stare into her emerald eyes. “Now, Molly. If you’re not sure, you need to tell me now while there’s still a chance that I can stop.”
“I don’t want to stop,” Molly denied huskily, arching her back and pressing her mound against his abdomen. “I want you, too.”
Devil guided Molly’s lips back to his and kissed her gently. “I need to grab my wallet. We need a condom before this goes any further,” he groaned when her tongue teased his and her hand slid up and down his cock.
“No, we don’t,” Molly breathed between kisses, wriggling her hips until her entrance hovered above his straining erection. “After our last interrupted interlude, I went to see my doctor and got a handy dandy little shot that takes care of everything for us. It’s safe, Devil.”
Gripping Molly’s hips as she angled his cock toward her wet heat, Devil groaned and tangled his hand in her long hair. “The way it should be, angel,” Devil whispered as Molly’s fire enveloped him. “I’ve dreamed of taking you bare. I don’t want a single thing to separate us from each other – not even a thin sheath of latex. You’re mine, Molly. All mine.”
“Yes, all yours,” Molly gasped and shuddered as she sank over Devil. She braced one hand against his chest as her walls stretched to accommodate his thick length. “Dev,” she breathed, sinking her teeth into her lower lip as her eyes widened. It didn’t hurt exactly, but after two years of celibacy coupled with his thick length, the sensation was intense.
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