by Jenika Snow
Demon leaned back enough to see her slightly spread legs. He moved closer to her again, inhaled deeply, and growled low at the scent of her. Using his hands on her inner thighs, he pushed her legs open even wider until he saw what he ached for. She was swollen and wet for him. Demon went back to eating her out even though she had already come. He had to keep licking her, had to suck the cream from her pussy until he was drunk on it. He pressed his hips into the mattress, hoping to stem off his impending orgasm. Her slit, so ready for him, made his whole body tighten with need. He lifted his gaze to her breasts, those twin mounds that had his cock jerking with need. Her nipples were pink, tight and ready for him. A moan left him as he watched her bite the flesh of her bottom lip.
Again he pressed his hips into the mattress, feeling the sheets scrape along his throbbing cock, heightening his arousal instead of dimming it. Leaning forward, he let his tongue travel along the inside of her thigh and all the way to her core. A gasp left her and then she was pushing her cunt in his face. Using his thumbs, he spread her labia apart, flattened his tongue, and ran it up her center.
He sucked and licked her. He wanted her cream coating his mouth, wanted it running down the back of his throat. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he ran his tongue around the bundle of nerves. He started thrusting his hips faster against the mattress, dry humping the fuck out of the sheets. He needed his cock in her cunt, needed the friction and her wetness covering his cock.
“Fuck, baby. You taste so damn good.” He groaned against her. He renewed his efforts and was rewarded when her back arched. Yeah, he was going to fuck her good and hard until she couldn’t even walk straight.
Deanna couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even concentrate as she tried to get her bearings together after the second orgasm Demon gave her faded. Although Demon was rough in every way, she knew he would stop if she said no. But she had no intentions of stopping.
He settled his body on top of hers and placed his hand on the back of her neck, bringing her head closer with a fierce move.
“Everything about you drives me fucking crazy,” he groaned out and looked at her mouth. “I am going to claim you so hard you won’t be able to sit down without thinking of my cock in your body.” Demon kissed her, and she tasted herself on him. He ran his fingers up her arms, and grabbed them around her wrists until a spark of pain filled her. “And your pussy is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
Her pussy became wetter and her arousal slid down her inner thighs. The sheet beneath her had become moist from her arousal, and she knew it would get more pronounced the more she was with Demon.
He moved his fingers back to her pussy, stroked her like an expert, and said in a low, heated voice, “If not for my self-control I’d be fucking you right now, but I want to savor this.” He moved his mouth to the pulse point at her throat while he continued to run his finger over the opening of her pussy. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Deanna.” He dipped his fingers deeper into her body. “I bet this slick little pussy will be the tightest I’ve ever felt.”
And more wetness spilled from her at his filthy words.
“Damn, my whole hand is drenched.”
She gasped as he twisted his fingers inside of her.
“Soon my cock is going to replace these.” He emphasized his point by scissoring his fingers deep within her. “And then you’ll truly be owned by me. You’ll be my woman, my fucking property, and no one will dare touch you without answering to me.” He moved the digits faster, harder, and the sound of her flesh sucking at him seemed to fill the room. “I’d kill anyone that touched you, Deanna,” he said in a deadly voice. Demon brought his thumb to her clit and started rubbing it back and forth. All other thoughts or actions ceased. In the next second she came. She cried out and pumped her pussy faster and harder on his fingers, lifting her hips up and down, trying to get him to go deeper. And when her orgasm faded in the background, and a pleasurable hum filled her, Deanna opened her eyes.
He still had one hand around her wrists, and she wondered if he was the type of man that enjoyed pain and inflicting it on others with his pleasure. The man before her was hard in more ways than one. He pulled back slightly and she stared at his body. His eyes were this cold, hard grey color, or maybe liquid silver would be more correct. His shoulders were wide, his chest defined and rippling with muscle. He had tattoos covering his arms and upper chest, and she could make out a frightening skull tattoo inked on his shoulder.
His erection strained forward, huge, long and thick, and the fleeting thought came to her that having that cock in her would be painful. But she grew bold, sat up slightly now that he had let go of her wrists, and reached out. She grabbed the root of his dick. Demon hissed when she wrapped her fingers around his length, but he was too thick that she couldn’t fully grasp all of him. Looking up at him, she saw him watching her with half-lidded eyes.
“Suck my cock good, Deanna. Make me almost fill your mouth with my cum.”
Even in the darkness she could see how deadly he was, how dominating and demanding Demon was.
Leaning down, she brought her mouth to the tip of him. She could feel his heat and opened her mouth wider to flick her tongue over the ridge of the tip. No noise came from him but she felt his body tighten. Deanna wanted him to ache for her like she did for him. She ran her tongue over the flared edge and engulfed him. The taste of him exploded in her mouth.
Salty, sweet, all male.
Her pussy was drenched and her clit throbbed, even though she had already gotten off twice for him. She sucked him hard and deep, and he gripped the back of her head and started thrusting into her mouth.
“I’m going to mouth fuck you until the crown of my cock hits the back of your throat.” His whole body was strung taut and she knew he was going to come very soon. He tightened his fingers in her hair, but before she could taste him he pushed her back. She fell against the mattress hard, her breasts shaking, and her legs falling open. His breathing was haggard and the look he gave her heated and frightened her.
His gaze dipped between her spread thighs and he let out a gruff sound. “Jesus, Deanna.” He ran a hand over his mouth, and flicked his gaze to her. “Tell me you want my cock in you. Beg me to fuck you.”
Oh, God.
His words were like gasoline on a fire. She had never been with someone so incredibly compelling and forceful with their words, with their body, and just with one look. There was no doubt that Demon killed people, reveled in it, too, and here she was giving herself to him.
She started hollowing out her mouth, taking as much as she could, and when she was gagging from the hard, thick length of him, he pulled her head back with his hand in her hair. He stared at her for a second, and then in the next instant his hard body was blanketing hers, and he kissed her forcefully. “If we do this, we do it my way.” His words brooked no argument.
Yes, she so wanted to do it his way. A nod was all she could accomplish, but it satisfied him nonetheless. He clasped her wrists in one of his hands and brought them above her head once again. Seemed he liked her restrained. She needed to feel his callused hands scrape over her flesh. He cupped one of her breasts, tweaked her nipples painfully until she gasped out, and then smoothed his palms over her skin. His hands were rough, worn, and all she could think about was how powerful he was when using them.
The feel of his dick pressing against her pussy had the desire to rub against him rising to the surface. For some reason, she knew that if she was patient and obedient, he would bring her to a place she had never dreamed of.
“Are you ready for me?” He squeezed her breast hard. “Are you ready for my cock?”
She parted her mouth and nodded.
“Does the idea of what I do, of how I live my life with my club, frighten you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. It should, because I am a very dangerous man, Deanna. Very dangerous.”
“Please—” Her words were cut off when he reached between their bodies, placed the
big head of his dick at her entrance, and slammed into her. She threw her head back, groaning out her pleasure. He was like a wild man, thrusting, pumping, bringing her so close to the edge and then stopping right before she went over. Her pussy was so wet for him, and the sound of his skin slapping against hers reverberated in the room.
“So mine.” He growled against her neck and picked up speed.
Soon she was falling over the edge into mindless, blissful completion. He let go of her wrists as he growled out and pumped in and out of her. She grabbed onto his short dark hair, pulled at the strands, and moaned out.
She screamed out, literally screamed when another smaller orgasm wreaked havoc on her body. Just as the high started to slowly dwindle, she found herself flipped on her belly. He lifted her ass, spanked her several times until the skin heated and her knees shook. Palms flat on the mattress and legs spread wide, she waited for him to dominate her further. Deanna closed her eyes when she felt his fingers skate over her slit to gather her cream. There was no tensing, no worries about what was going to happen next as he spread her juices over her anus. And then when he probed her hole, gently dipped his finger inside of her, she thought he’d fuck her then and there. But then he moved away from her only long enough to grab a bottle of lube from the dresser. He was back behind her in second, had the slick lube coating her ass, and then placed the crown of his dick at her back hole, but didn’t penetrate her.
The fear of pain was present, but her desire was stronger.
“You’re so responsive to my touch. Will you be this responsive when I have my cock buried deep in your ass?”
She didn’t answer, couldn’t. The sting of his hand coming into contact with her ass had her gasping once more. He spanked her harder this time. The pain was a sharp contrast to the pleasure he had just delivered.
“Answer me.” His voice was dark, demanding.
“God, I want to feel you in my ass.” She felt herself blush, not because she had said the words, but because she had meant them.
“I am so hard for you. Do you feel what you do to me?” He lifted off her back and she felt his erection slide across her ass.
“Yes,” she breathed out.
In the next second he was slowly pushing all of his hard inches into her. Tears stung her eyes, and she started to feel the burn and stretch of being filled completely. It was like nothing she had ever felt. The sting of the tip of his cock popping through the tight ring of muscle had her squeezing her eyes shut.
“That’s it, baby. Take all of my cock. Take it all, Deanna.”
When he was completely inside of her he didn’t move. Demon gripped the cheeks of her ass, intermittently as if it was agony being still. She pushed back against him, telling him without words she was ready. He hissed under his breath and gripped her hips hard.
“You’re tempting a fucking beast, Deanna,” Demon said low.
“Fuck me, Demon.” She looked over her shoulder at him. “Make me feel something else tonight.”
He started moving in and out of her and soon the burn of pain was replaced by something far more pleasing. Each time he pushed into her that desire heightened. When he reached in front of her and started rubbing her clit she didn’t care that she was letting a bad man fuck her. Right now he was what was keeping her sane, and for that she wanted him like she wanted to breathe.
One thrust, two thrusts, and on the third one he buried himself balls deep in her ass and cursed loudly. His language was crass and vile, but it reflected the strong emotion they both felt. After his big body was no longer tense, he loosened his hands on her hips, and cursed out as he gently pulled out of her. Instantly she felt his cum start to slip from her ass, but she didn’t care about the warmth of it, or the fact he had filled her completely.
He lay beside her, but he didn’t push her away or leave her in the aftereffects of what they had done. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. She let herself slip into an endorphin-filled coma. It was then, in the darkness surrounding them, that the idea of fighting him seemed abhorrent. Deanna let herself slip into the darkness, because being with Demon didn’t seem so frightening anymore. In fact, it felt like the safest place to be.
Demon held onto the fiery-tempered woman in his arms. He’d fucked her pussy and had taken her ass without really preparing her. Guilt hit him hard and square in the chest at the way he’d used her. Most women needed to take time to accept him. He wasn’t a small man. Staring down into Deanna’s sleeping face, he knew she was different. She wasn’t like a lot of women. Deanna had given herself to him, trusted him when a lot of women would have gone running at what he did tonight.
He murdered her father right in front of her and he wouldn’t hesitate to do it again if he could do it over. She was so breathtakingly beautiful that she made him want to be something he’d never been. He wanted to care for her. Demon didn’t care about anything but the club. His one true loyalty held within the four walls of the MC to all the men who served him. They served him, and they served the club.
Pushing some hair off her face, Demon watched her sleep.
“You’re going to cause me a shit load of problems. I can sense it.”
Untangling himself from her body, he stopped when he saw his seed leaking out of her ass. He gripped the back of his head at the sight. Using a condom had been at the back of his mind while he fucked her. He didn’t want anything to be between them when he was inside her body.
He wanted to possess this woman and make it so the only thoughts she had were filled with him. Moving into the bathroom, he ran the tap, splashing some water onto his face. Demon wiped the droplets out of his eyes before staring back at his reflection. This is what his life had come to. There was a woman in his bed that meant more to him than any other woman. He didn’t want her servicing the other men in the club. The thought of Joker, Steel, or even Shakes touching her had him madder than hell.
Grabbing a towel, he headed into the bedroom where Deanna was still asleep. She didn’t want to be part of the club life and yet that was all she’d get with him. He wouldn’t give the club up for anyone, not even Deanna.
He wiped away his cum and made sure his touch was gentle so that she wasn’t in pain or woken up. It had been a long couple of days for her. When he cleaned away his cum, he grabbed his jeans, heading out of the room. This time he left his door unlocked. Something in his gut told him she wasn’t going to try to make a run for it again. She’d be in more danger out there alone than inside the clubhouse.
Sexual moans filled the long corridor as he made his way past doors. A few doors were still open showing off the couples fucking inside. Deanna had drained all need from him. Moving past the rooms, he headed down to the bar where he found Joker, sipping at a glass of scotch.
“Are you in a sharing mood?” Demon asked, pointing at the scotch.
“Sure thing, brother.” Joker leaned over the counter, grabbing another glass and filling it to the brim with the alcohol. “To crazy-ass bitches and shit fucking luck,” Joker said, clinking their glasses together.
Demon emptied his glass in several large gulps. Something had to be bothering Joker for him not to be using the shot glasses for scotch, but the full-sized ones.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Demon asked.
“Let’s start with the shit that went down tonight. Nothing will come back on the club. He had a shit load of debt with a lot of people. We won’t be touched.”
“Good to know.” Demon didn’t expect anything else.
“I’ve got to head out for a couple of days,” Joker said.
Out of all of the men, Demon trusted Joker the most. The man had taken a bullet for him years ago when he didn’t need to. Joker had become one of his most trusted men, which was why he was the VP. He knew Joker would always have his back in a fight.
“Why?”
“Got shit to take care of. Proper shit.”
“You’re not going anywhere until I know what’s going on. If it’s to d
o with the club then we’re going to have your back.” Demon pointed for him to pour more alcohol. He wanted to be good and drunk before he went back up to his room. The thought of sliding inside Deanna’s supple, pliant body was enough to make him ache. He needed to create some distance between them. Never in his life had he allowed a woman to have a hold on him. Deanna wouldn’t be the last woman he fucked. Demon paused as he thought about fucking another woman. The very idea made him feel sick. His cock, which had been hard at the thought of Deanna, went limp at the prospect of another woman.
“It has nothing to do with the club. It’s personal shit.” Joker poured himself another shot, swallowing it back with one gulp before taking another. “The reason I’m letting you know is that I’m heading out tomorrow. I don’t know if I’ll be back for a couple of weeks.”
“Personal shit?” Demon ran a finger over his lip. There was only one person he knew that would have Joker dropping all of his crap. “Amy?”
“Yeah. Dad called me when I got back to the clubhouse. He needs me back at home. Amy’s mother Brenda was killed yesterday.” Joker slammed back another shot, staring down at the counter in front of them.
“Fuck, man, I’m sorry.”
“She wasn’t my mom.”
“No but she was important to you.” Brenda wasn’t as important as Amy but she’d been a stepmom to Joker for the few years he’d lived at home. They’d been close.
“Yeah, she was important.” Demon looked in time to see Joker’s hand trembled just a little. Nothing ever fazed Joker, but the prospect of going home clearly did.
“How long has it been since you’ve seen Amy?”
“Five years, maybe more, maybe less.”
Joker knew the length of time. He was trying not to let it affect him. Demon took the bottle from him, pouring them both out a shot. He didn’t know exactly what had gone down between Joker and Amy, but it was something that sent Joker away. From what he knew, Joker tried to make sure he was never alone with Amy.