by K. T Fisher
“But I’m ok.” I insist. “Please.”
“Just one more week.” He reminds me. “Then I can slide my cock inside you and fuck you until we pass out.”
His words make me moan, so Devlin thrust against my thong covered pussy. “I’m going to fuck you so hard baby. You’re pussy is going to stretch around my cock and I’m going to sink so deep the whole fucking club will hear your screams.”
It becomes too much and I begin to beg again. “Devlin.”
“One week.” He reminds again and slides lower. “But I am hungry.”
Well I didn’t expect that!
Devlin kisses down my stomach and slides my thong down my legs. I help him, eager to have him give my begging pussy some much needed attention. I see Devlin’s face change though as soon as his eyes set eyes on my scars for the first time. My heart picks up speed and my cheeks burn as embarrassment takes over. This is the part I’ve dreaded since the first time I set eyes on Devlin. When he sees my most intimate area, scarred from the Devils, that he will find me disgusting and not want me anymore.
He looks up to me and then looks back down between my thighs. Shame fills me and I close my legs so he can no longer look. But Devlin’s face turns angry and to my shock he places hands on my knees and opens my legs again.
“Don’t hide from me babe.” He tells me. “Don’t ever be ashamed to reveal yourself to me.”
“But I’m ugly.” I cry.
“No,” Devlin leans back over me and kisses me gently this time. “You’re beautiful and I will fix this.”
“What?” I ask, confused as I wipe my eyes.
Devlin begins to stroke my pussy lips, letting his fingers dip inside. “I will erase every bad memory.”
His words make me speechless and I lay back down as he kisses me once more. Devlin soon drifts down my stomach again and this time when he reaches between my thighs, he lets his tongue lick my pussy. His tongue paying close attention to my throbbing clit. This makes my legs open wider and Devlin growls as he licks harder, making my back arch as I moan.
Devlin continues to lick and suck, and with each one he does what he said he would. My bad memories and the shame slowly fade, and it’s only me and Devlin.
A week later, it’s my check up at the hospital and I cannot wait to have the all clear. All week, Devlin has paid attention to every part of my body. Even kissing along my legs, arms and wrists. He hasn’t left a single part out but I already know his favourite parts as he pays special attention to my breasts and my most intimate area between my thighs. Devlin has also let me explore him, I have to admit last night I couldn’t help myself and I licked along his abs. It made him laugh but I could tell he liked it. I love letting my hands feel his strong, thick muscled legs and continuing right to the top where his already hard cock is ready and waiting. I’ve taken him in my mouth every night this week too, how can I not? He won’t allow actual sex until the doctor gives me the all clear, so we fool around instead.
Not that I’m complaining but I need to feel him inside of me now. I’ve fantasised about it for so long.
The girls surround me and wish me good luck before we leave. I know myself that I feel ok and that I should be fully healed by now. I no longer wince when I move or have or be careful getting in and out of bed.
Devlin drives us in his car and I can tell he’s tense. His hands grip the steering wheel tightly and I see his jaw tensing every now and then. I place a hand on his leg. “It’s going to be ok.”
“I just want you be healthy again.” He admits. “I hate seeing you injured, I hate seeing what that bastard did to you.”
“I know.” I try to sooth him.
“It’s a good job he’s dead because I’d put him through a lifetime of pain for what he did.” He growls out.
“You need to forget him and look forward.” I remind him. “He’s gone now, don’t let him get to you.”
Thankfully my words do the trick and he quickly squeezes my hand, letting me know he agrees with me. We walk inside the hospital hand in hand and we ignore the curious glances at Devlin. Whenever we go anywhere with the members we get these same looks. Most people say you should never judge a book by its cover but most of those people do exactly that.
We wait in silence on the hard chairs in a bland waiting room for the doctor to call my name.
“Natasha Hopes?” I hear from across the room.
Devlin and I jump from our seats, and follow the kind smiling doctor into her office. She gestures to the same looking hard seats I eagerly take one.
“Am I ok?” I quickly ask before she’s even sat down on her own chair.
She looks up at me in shock and then breaks out in a smile. “Let’s check you over shall we?”
I go to lie on an uncomfortable hospital bed and the doctor lifts my top to reveal my stomach.
“No bruises.” She smiles and I weirdly feel proud of myself.
She goes on to ask if it hurts whenever she pokes at my ribs, asks me to do different positions to prove they no longer make me uncomfortable.
“So Natasha,” She smiles down at her notes. “I was going to pass you on and have a scan of your ribs, but there’s no need. I can see you’re completely healed.”
“Really?” I smile.
“You’re fit and healthy again.” She nods.
“Are you sure she shouldn’t have the scan?” Devlin asks and I can’t help but roll my eyes.
The Doctor laughs. “I can assure you that I see no need for Natasha to have the scan. I’ve dealt with many broken and bruised ribs and Natasha seems absolutely fine. It’s probably all that bed rest and care you gave her.”
Her words make Devlin’s chest puff out in pride and he nods towards her. I can see what she did there. Very smart.
I practically skip outside towards the car and Devlin just laughs at me. “You can’t tell me to stop skipping now.” I poke my tongue out.
“No I can’t.” He laughs.
“Also,” I creep towards him. “You can’t say no to what I want tonight.”
“Who said we have to wait until tonight?” He asks.
My eyes widen and without a single word, I walk to the passenger side of his car and quickly get in.
***
Devlin hovers over me, totally naked and gloriously handsome. He gives me one last kiss, breaks away and looks deeply into my eyes. He’s settles between my thighs, my legs wrapping around him with my feet on his tight ass. I thrust up against him, silently asking him to continue.
“I love you babe.” He whispers as he pushes the tip of his cock against me.
His cock goes further in, deliciously slow but oh so good! Devlin stretches me and he continues to torture me. I just want him to sink in all the way and let me feel all of him.
“I love you too.” I moan as he gives me all of him.
Devlin looks down at me, taking my breath away and then we begin to move. Matching each other’s rhythm. It’s starts off as slow and intimate, but as we get faster it’s even more so. All the waiting has come to this moment and it’s everything I hoped for and more. All those months of worrying what Devlin will think of me wasn’t worth the headache.
Devlin leans down and licks my nipple, causing an amazing sensation to ripple throughout me. “Oh god.” I moan.
Devlin takes hold of my left leg hooking it over his shoulder, making him sink that little more but it makes a huge difference. I grip onto Devlin’s shoulders and surrender to him.
After I’ve climaxed and Devlin roars through his release, we lay in a hot and sweaty heap.
“Wow.” I sigh as I stretch out beside him.
Devlin just laughs and plants a kiss to my forehead. My phone starts to ring and when I see it’s Drew, I eagerly answer. This could be about the salon.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Tash? How did it go today?” Drew asks.
“I got the all clear.” I grin, even though she can’t see this down the phone.
“Cool! That
means you can come down to the salon!” She squeals.
Oh my god! Why did I not think of this before? Probably because I was swept up in Devlin’s sexiness.
“I’ll be down as soon as possible.” I laugh.
“Are you sure about that?” Devlin asks beside me and licks my nipple again.
“Erm, what are you doing?” Ask Drew from the phone.
“Nothing.” I giggle.
“Ew! You’re in bed with my brother aren’t you?” She asks, sounding disgusted.
“Yes.” I admit.
“Get your ass dressed and get down here.” She demands and hangs up.
I laugh as I place my phone back on the side.
“I have to get ready and go to the salon.” I turn to face Devlin.
He looks at my exposed breasts and begins to play with them. “Are you sure?”
I groan in frustration. “As much as I want to stay here, I’ve been dying to see the salon.”
Devlin gives me a smile. “Come on, I’ll drive you. But I’m having you back in bed as soon as we’re done.”
“Of course.” I wink.
***
“Oh my god Drew, this place is amazing!” I clap.
The salon downstairs is still a mess with boxes because everything is still being delivered, but there’s still time until opening day. However, the apartment upstairs has come along amazingly. The kitchen area is nearly completed, just like the bathroom.
Now that the rooms have been sorted, you can see where everything should go. I just can’t wait to get started on the decorating. My room also looks bigger than I thought.
“I don’t know.” Devlin knocks on the newly built wall. “These walls need to be thicker if I’m going to be staying here.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Well babe, I don’t want you to be embarrassed when Drew overhears your moaning and groaning.” Devlin laughs.
I laugh along too but Devin’s words earn him a slap on the arm by his younger sister Drew. “Don’t be so disgusting.”
As I walk around I can visualise exactly how I want this place.
“I know now that you are able to come down we can get started with the rest.” Drew sounds just as excited as I do.
“I can’t wait.” I look around again. I can’t stop myself!
For the rest of the day Drew and I hash out plans of how we would like not only the apartment, but the salon downstairs. Drew takes me down and shows me what has been delivered, what is yet to come and what else we need to order. I’m so proud of her, she’s done so well while I’ve been stuck at the clubhouse.
“Dad said we have all the help we can get with the club members, I asked around and they’re all happy to help.” Drew informs.
“Great!” I turn to Devlin. “What about you? Will you be moving around furniture for us?”
“Well that depends, will I get favours in return?” He asks as he brings me close. Wrapping those strong arms around me.
“Hmmm.” I pretend to think it over. “I’ll have to see if I’m feeling up to it.”
At this he laughs. “Oh you will.”
As he kisses me, I can’t help but think how amazingly well everything is in my life. All the shit has come to end now that Strike is dead. Everyone I know will finally be safe. Best of all, I have the man I love and my dream job is coming true.
That night, Devlin is eager to get me back to his room. Even though there’s a little bit of a celebration for me because of my all clear from the doctor. Honestly, any excuse and the club will throw a party.
After an hour, Devlin isn’t interested in the party. He wants me alone and I’m just as excited. He backs me up against the wall, taking his sweet time with me a prepping my body for him. He lavishes me with kisses and his tongue makes an appearance every so often. He takes me again, but this time it’s not so eager. This time Devlin is gentle and it feels as if he’s reached into my soul. With both my legs wrapped around his shoulders and his thumb giving my clit much needed attention, I climax twice before Devlin.
God I’m a lucky girl.
One month later
I watch as she rides me, her plump breasts bouncing, just begging me to reach up and grab them. But I hold back, I want this to last as long as we possibly can. Which can be hard when your woman is as beautiful as mine is.
I’ve done a lot of fucked up things, so whatever I did to deserve Natasha is beyond me but I’ll never complain, she means the fucking world to me.
Drew is out of the apartment, so Natasha is able to make all the noise she wants and I’m loving every moment. Her head is tilted back and her wet pussy thrust against me. Taking her own pleasure from me, using me. God I fucking love her.
“Devlin.” She moans and I feel my cock twitch inside her.
Whenever she says my name like that, full of heat and want, I feel like I’m about to explode.
“Go on baby.” I growl. “Ride my dick.”
This spurs her on. Natasha bites down on her lip and her movements become faster. She then looks down at me, leaning over and placing her hands above my shoulders. Her ass lifts up and down as she fucks me. Jesus!
I hold onto the sides of her ass as she carries on, bringing me so close to the edge. I need to take control, otherwise I’m going to lose it. But feeling her ass wobble as she bounces isn’t helping.
While I have her in my grip, I roll her around and lay on top of her. Natasha looks shocked but lifts her legs and wraps them around my body. Still inside her beautiful pussy I thrust. Not all the way, I want to tease her and it works. Natasha tries to lift up and thrust up on me but I have a better idea. Removing my cock from her pussy, I place my length between her folds and move. The tip keeps hitting her clit, making her scream out.
“Devlin.” She warns.
I flip her over onto her stomach and Natasha lifts her ass in return. Knowing exactly what I’m going to do. I slap her ass, making her moan and list her ass even more. A few more and I position myself just behind her and lift her to her knees. I reach under her, feeling her wetness and biting down on my lip. Shit she’s soaking!
Natasha moves against my fingers, bringing her own pleasure and I can’t take anymore. Removing my fingers, I let my cock sink inside her. Slowly filling her and when I’m all in, I give her one last ass slap and fuck her hard. My balls slapping against her as she screams my name.
I fall back onto her bed, taking her in my arms. My life is truly so much better now that I have her in it. Their salon, Darling’s, has been open for a couple of days now and it’s packed all day. I wanted some alone time with my woman, so when Natasha and Drew locked up for the day, I gave my little sister some money and told her to go out and enjoy herself. That brings us to now.
I’m so proud of Natasha. I don’t think she actually knows how much and it’s not just because of the salon, but everything else too. The way she has overcome the fears of her scars and how she coped after Strike and Savage, it was amazing. I’ve never been so scared as when she had hurt her ribs, I wanted to make sure she healed the best she could. If I had my own way she would have been in bed the whole time but I knew that would never happen.
Natasha sighs beside me, her eyes looking heavy.
“Love you baby.” She says tiredly.
Kissing her on her head, I begin to stroke her hair. “Love you babe.”
I watch her as her breathing gets heavier. She loves her new apartment, and that’s a shame because she won’t be living here for much longer. I want my old lady to live with me and I don’t mean in the clubhouse.
I’m sat with Lauren and Maci with a warm cup of tea in my hands. I can hear that they’re talking, but for some reason my ears aren’t cooperating to be able to tell me what exactly they are talking about. Or maybe it’s due to the gorgeous man standing on the opposite side of them room. All dark and handsome, my eyes travel over his body and I fight to keep myself from biting my lip.
“Elise?” I hear Lauren and with a blink, I turn to look at my
friend.
“You were watching Bomber again.” Maci smirks.
With a sigh I lean back into the sofa and take a sip of the warm tea.
“Why don’t you just talk to him?” Lauren asks.
I risk a glance back over to Bomber but I get a shock when I see that he’s staring right back at me. Looking back to my friends, I say the only thing I can think of. “I can’t.”
“But why?” Maci asks. “By the looks of him, he feels the same. I’ve seen the looks that you two both share.”
Again I take in a deep breath. I may like to talk about everyone else’s love life and add a little spice, but when it comes to myself I like to keep well away.
“My brother warned me to stay away from him.” I tell them, hoping that they drop the subject.
“Why would he do that?” Lauren asks with a frown on her face.
“I didn’t bother to ask.” I say, shrugging my shoulders.
This is an obvious lie. I’ve gone back and forth with Scrappy about the reasons why he would prefer Bomber and I kept our distance. I know exactly why he doesn’t want me near Bomber, never mind close to him in a romantic way. Scrappy is a very protective big brother. He’s taken care of me and looked out for me ever since the school bully thought it was funny to put glue in my hair. My mother always told me to respect the men in our lives, so when my father and brother ask me to do something, I try to respect their wishes.
Maci frowns. “Well I think that you should at least talk to each other.”
“He’s tried to talk to Elise,” Lauren adds. “But she shuts him down every time.”
They both look at me giving me funny looks. Why do I feel like I’m under investigation?
I take a deep and calming breath and smile at both girls. “Look, I had better go.”
“What?” Maci asks, looking surprised.
“I have a hair appointment with Drew.” I say gathering my phone and quickly chucking it into my bag.
“You didn’t say.” Lauren looks at me suspiciously.
Standing, I give her an innocent look. “Oh, I must have forgotten.”