Snarling, Devil backed up until he knelt between Molly’s spread legs and stared down at her damp core. Already, her barely-there curls looked darker, wetter, and sexy as fuck. Lifting his eyes to hers, he ground out, “Our safe word for the night is ‘giraffe’. Use it if you need it, baby.” Then, he dove, face first, into her pussy.
Scorched: 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!”
Scorched: Chapter Thirteen
Devil
It was the wedding that almost wasn’t.
At least, that’s how he referred to it in his mind. He’d learned the hard way not to speak such blasphemy aloud in his wife’s presence. The faint, but visible bruises that he carried on the inside of his wrist was proof of the matrimonial terrorism she chose to employ when she disagreed with his casual observation. Could he really help it if he was blunt to a fault? According to Molly, the answer was a resounding YES.
Nobody, however could disagree with the fact that his amazing wife had, indeed, accomplished a minor miracle today and successfully orchestrated the commitment ceremony of two of their best friends. He would have liked to have been able to say this special day had gone off without a hitch. Unfortunately, he wasn’t a very good liar. NO, fate, fickle and capricious fate, had once again reared her ugly head and decided to screw with them all out of sheer, unmitigated spite.
He wished he could say he was surprised. But again, he couldn’t lie for shit.
Instead, he glanced up into the heavens and noted the now bright and sun-filled skies shining down on the gathered masses. Deftly shifting his sleeping daughter to his other shoulder, he shook his head in disgust and recalled exactly what those friendly skies had looked like first thing this morning.
A freakish thunderstorm, which, incidentally, had not been predicted by any of the so-called professionals working at any of the news stations of Atlanta, had blown through the neighborhood and drenched the back yard (which, funnily enough, was Armando and Molly’s chosen venue for the wedding). While Molly had screamed her horror at the deluge, Devil had made the monumental mistake of making the tasteless joke that perhaps topless mud wrestling could be added to the day’s itinerary of events. Come on, people! It would have been singularly unique and everybody knew it.
At least, that’s how he’d reasoned it out. Could he really help it if he was surrounded with naysayers? Of course, he couldn’t. From there, Molly had done much more than simply pinch him. Weaponry of all sorts was suddenly being employed and hurled in his general direction.
Suffice it to say that it had been a long morning, and he was still giving serious consideration to suing those wannabes that claimed to be meteorologists. He was fairly sure that he had a case for the decimation of false and inaccurate information. He was almost positive that Vivian would agree to represent him. Unlike Molly’s other friend, Sami, she actually appeared to be able to tolerate his existence.
“Devil.”
Turning slightly in his folding chair, he couldn’t help the small groan that escaped as he saw who was calling his name. “Think of the diva, and she shall appear, Devlynn. Remember that,” he murmured to his slumbering daughter.
“I heard that, you asshole,” Sami groused, as she continued toward his table, her baby pink strapless bridesmaid gown flowing around her legs.
“I wasn’t trying to be quiet,” he returned, patting Devlynn’s back as she stirred against him and frowning as the blonde bombshell pulled out a chair and sat down at the table beside him. All around them, workers were folding up tables and chairs and loading them into the pair of vans the events company had provided. The last of the guests had departed less than half an hour earlier, and the only folks remaining were those that Molly counted as family. His eyes turned to the woman that had just sat down. “So, how’s it going in there?” he asked, lifting his chin and jerking it toward the back door.
Sami groaned and wrinkled her nose. “About as you’d expect. The wedding photographer just finished in the living room and the boys that Molly hired are waiting to take down the silk bunting in the dining room and den. I’m surprised there aren’t cops blocking the rooms off with crime scene tape. I swear it looks like a bloodbath happened in there. Honestly, what was Mols thinkin’ when she allowed Mannie to choose those wedding colors. Crimson and roses? Why didn’t you just contact the blood bank and have ‘em spray the joint?” she asked with a delicate shudder.
“Now, Sami,” Viv chided, tossing her dark shoulder-length hair over her shoulder as she joined them at the table. “You know that Mannie had his heart absolutely set on those colors. He said it was the color of love or some mess like that, remember?”
“Oh, I remember,” Devil grunted. “But between you two and me, I agree with Vivian. I felt like I was visiting a crime scene when I walked into the dining room.”
“If I was you, I’d keep that to myself when Molly gets out here for a breath of fresh air. “I think she’s still a mite rattled from the tuxedo incident.”
“What tuxedo incident?” Devil asked, looking from one of Molly’s best friends to the other.
“You didn’t hear?” Sami asked with a sly smile.
“Sami,” Viv warned.
“Oh, but this is toooo good, Vivi,” Sami whispered, her smile growing exponentially larger as Viv glared at her. “Le
mmee tell ‘em!”
Closing her eyes, Vivian shook her head, “You are so lucky he’s holding Devlynn,” she murmured.
Tired of the byplay, Devil offered Sami a hard look. “Talk.”
“Well, you know how everybody was rushin’ around this morning, tryin’ to get everything moved inside while the boys were getting on their tuxedos, right?”
Oh yeah, he remembered. He also remembered the epic battle that had taken place regarding those fuckin’ tuxes a few days back when Armando had had his heart set on some New Age red velvet monstrosity he’d found while out shopping with Molly while Nick had strongly wanted to stick to tradition and wear his tastefully simple black Armani. That fight that had transpired had been almost as big as the one they’d had when Armando had learned Nick hadn’t told his parents about him. He was convinced that guilt was the only reason Nick had agreed to compromise and let Mannie wear the tux of his choice while Nick wore the traditional one that he already owned.
“I remember, Samantha. Get to the point.”
“Oh, she is,” Viv muttered, a faint blush staining her cheeks.
“Well, Nick got ready upstairs in one of the guest bedrooms without a single hitch,” Sami explained easily.
“So,” Devil prodded impatiently, switching his daughter to the other shoulder and rocking gently from side to side when she squirmed against his chest.
“So, our Armando didn’t have as easy a time. I guess our boy did a little stress eating during the past few days and gained a couple of pounds because his tux didn’t go on quite so easy. The poor bastard had both Molly and Viv, here, in your bedroom tryin’ to stuff him in that get-up he chose.”
“Well, obviously they were successful,” Devil shrugged. “After all, I was at the wedding, Samantha.”
“Oh, they were! But didn’t you notice how Mannie walked a little funny down the aisle.”
Devil thought back to that moment and slowly nodded. Mannie had been moving a little slow, but he’d just assumed that like any diva, he was savoring his moment. “Come to think of it, yeah,” he agreed, looking up to see Sami barely holding back her giggles while Vivian’s face had turned as red as a beet. “Oh dear God,” he said softly. “What happened?”
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