Burnt: A Devil's Spawn Novel

by Natasha Thomas

  Sucking in a breath, she doesn’t hesitate,

  “Yeah, Baby. Six weeks sounds perfect.” Then she asks, “Is it okay if we do it at the club? I want everyone that cares about us there, and I want to do it under the tree you fell in love with me.”

  I honestly can’t imagine anything more perfect for us, trust Kendall to know how to make this even more special, and all ours.

  “Fuck yeah, Baby. Best place ever.” Enough talking. I’ve waited fucking years to make this woman MINE; to claim her, to be able to make love to her. I’ve been in love with her for well over half my life for fuck sake, and I’m not waiting any longer. She is MINE.

  I reach down and pull off her tank top, not one to be anything if not accommodating, Kendall raises her arms and lets me it slip over her head and toss it to the floor. Looking down at the bounty I’ve uncovered, her chest heaves, and her magnificent tits strain the baby pink lace of her barely there bra. The hard nubs of her nipples are right there waiting for me, so I tweak them, gently, but firmly with my, thumb and forefinger, making her gasp and wriggle against my painfully hard cock. He’ll just have to wait his turn. I don’t want to rush this, we’ve waited a long fucking time, so he can wait a few minutes longer.

  Leaning in, I take one of those bubble gum coloured nipples in my mouth through her bra, at the same time as sliding a hand into the waist band of her jeans. The first time I make her cum, I want it to be with me inside her, so I simply run the pads of my fingers around the top of her jeans, and watch her eyes flutter open and closed. Her breathing get faster, and her legs move restlessly against mine, tangling us together in a way that joins almost every inch of our bodies.

  Impatient, Kendall takes over swatting my hand away, and unbuttoning the snaps on her jeans shimmying them off her hips. Using her feet to push them the rest of the way off, I get my first glimpse of her matching underwear set, and I lose it. So much for makin this last and being patient, that shit just flew straight out the window. Somehow I manage to wrench myself off her, it’s difficult, damn near impossible actually, but getting out of my clothes is more important right now. I don’t think I’ll last long if I don’t get inside her quick, and I don’t intend to cum in my jeans like a horny fifteen-year-old.

  Kendall watches me as I fold my cut placing it on her dresser. I take my Henley off, and unbuckle my belt slowly. It’s fucking hot knowing that she’s watching me. The look in her eyes is one that screams hunger and desperation, and that look, is all for me. One of the sexiest things about Kendall is that she doesn’t try to be sexy, it comes naturally. The way she holds her body, the sway of her hips, the soft bounce of her heavy tits, the whole package is designed to make a man stop and take a second, then third look. Seeing her look at me this way only adds to her overall innate sexiness, and she’ll never know, but the power she has over me right now is immense.

  Unbuttoning my jeans, they hit the floor in a heap with the rest of our discarded clothes, we won’t be needing that shit for a long fucking while if this works out the way I hope it does. I have every intention of keeping Kendall in bed for as long as humanly possible. Kendall shuffles up the bed further until her back is against the pillows, and her knees are slightly cocked threatening to spread wide. I can see the curve of her delectable ass, the lace of her thong that’s damp at the entrance to her pussy, and the outline of her sweet, soft pussy lips is beckoning me to come closer. Reaching for her, I start at her ankle running my rough hand up her satin soft skin as I rasp out,

  “Take your panties and bra off, Baby. I want to see all of you.” It takes iron restraint not do it for her, rip her underwear from her body savagely. But this time, I want to watch, see how she moves, take in every detail of her.

  Complying immediately, Kendall flicks the front clasp on her bra and her tits spill free. Her nipples are the size of half dollars, topping firm, soft flesh that’s perfectly plump and rounded. More than a handful, her tits are made to be licked, sucked, and marked with my teeth.

  “Jesus fuck, you’re perfect, Baby. Cup your tits and offer them to me.” Kicking off my boots and socks while she does, I realise I’m just another step closer to my goal of being naked and wrapped tightly in her.

  Kendall knows how I work by now. I’ve always been demanding in the bedroom, and I won’t apologise for it. Chicks seem get off on it, and it’s something I need, so no harm no foul. That aside, Kendall fucking loves it, proving it again by moaning low in her throat as she rolls those gorgeous nipples between her fingers. I can fucking smell how turned on she is, and I love it. Shedding my boxers, my cock springs free. I’m hard and fucking ready as I watch my woman play with herself. Feeling the control I need slipping, I decide I best make my move, or this isn’t going to happen the way I want it to.

  Finally naked, and crawling up between her thighs I notice she’s just taken off her panties before following my instruction to hold her tits up for my mouth. She’s all spread out, offering herself to me like a banquet, I’d be a fool to turn a feast like her down, and I don’t. I can’t.

  I lick up the inside of her thigh and stop dead. How I haven’t noticed it before now is a fucking miracle. Right there, in bold scripted handwriting is, ‘Declan’, held up by a lily in full bloom. The stem curls with the flow of her body, down her thigh almost to the inside of her knee. It’s fucking magnificent.

  The first time Kendall saw my back after coming home she cried, happy tears she says, but fuck if it didn’t scare the shit out of me for a second, leaving me thinking she hated it until she set me straight. Every time since, when we’ve been naked in bed after fooling around, Kendall runs her lips over every inch of her tattoo. She licks up my spine making my body feel all sorts of crazy shit, least of all, horny all over again, I never realised how much of an erogenous zone my spine was until now. More than once, she’s gotten me so fucking hard I have had to take care of myself, ending up cumming all over the bed as she finger fucked herself to completion while straddling my back.

  Knowing now that my name is on her beautiful body, in a place that’s just for me and her, is the best gift she could’ve given me, and I’m astonished at the depth of emotion that causes me. I never thought a simple tattoo would have me nearly in tears. Kendall notices that I’ve stopped moving, and reaches down to take my hand.

  “Dec? Do you like it?”

  Do I like it? Stupid fucking question, of course I do. How could I not?

  “It’s fucking hot, Baby, and its fucking beautiful seeing my name mark your gorgeous body, but just tell me one thing. Tell me that fucker Toby didn’t get this close to your sweet as fuck pussy.” I punctuate my question with long dragging licks around the outside of her still raw tattoo. Then I slowly trail my tongue up until I’m roughly sucking her clit into my mouth. Sucking hard, and then backing off enough to flick my tongue rapidly over the tight little bud, I ask again as she squirms and moans my name.

  “Tell me no one other than Reaper was this close to what’s mine, Baby?”

  Arching into my mouth she sputters out,

  “N-n-no. Uncle Max did it in the private booth.”

  Good girl. Rewarding her for knowing I’d hate if any other man saw what’s for my eyes only, I spear two fingers deep inside her, hot, wet pussy. Kendall tastes like sunshine and something richer, it’s not quite musk, and not quite spices, but she’s fucking delicious, and practically melts on my tongue like butter. My fingers are having trouble making their way in because she’s so tight, but I persevere pumping them in, and out slowly, shallowly at first. Feeling the walls of her pussy ripple, and her wetness dripping down my knuckles on to the inside of her creamy thighs I know that she’s nearly there. Now I can speed up, thrust them in until the palm of my hand meets the opening of her pussy. I feel her getting close to the point of no return, so it’s time to pull my mouth and fingers away and climb over her tight, hot body again because my body is practically begging me to take her, and like I said, the first time she cums, it’s going to be on my cock
, nowhere else.

  Lining my desperate cock up with her soaked cunt, I look down and ask, because I need to make a hundred and ten percent sure this is what she wants, it might literally kill me to stop now, but I’d do it for her, I’d do anything for her.

  “You want my cock baby? You want me deep inside you finally, filling you up, making you scream my name?” I get her answer when her tiny hand wraps tightly around my cock and she squeezes hard. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to have my balls tightening, and aching to blow. I’m not going to last long if she keeps that up, and I don’t intend to blow in her hand.

  “Mmhmm, yes Dec, I’m ready honey. I want you inside me Dec. Now,” she rasps out in that sexy hoarse voice of hers.

  Using her hand to guide me home, I let out a near feral growl when I get the head of my cock inside her. Kendall feels like a silken fist; hot, tight, wet, and already pulsing. If I don’t get the rest of the way inside now, I’m going blow before I can even get one thrust in. It’s not an exaggeration, that’s honestly how good she feels.

  I slide deeper, inch by inch, and I know she can feel the bars of my cock piercing rubbing against her swollen, sensitive walls with every hitch of her breath. Bottoming out, I bump against her cervix, and Kendall lets out a high pitch wail, it’s not a pain filled one because I can see her face contort in pleasure, and feel her body tense, preparing for her orgasm to take over.

  “Yes, yes, yes. Oh God, Dec more. Harder. Yes.” That shit is music to my ears.

  Giving my woman what she needs, I pump into her faster, harder, grinding my pelvis against hers in tight circles every time I hit her deepest spot. Groaning loud, I warn her,

  “I’m not going to last much longer, Baby, you’ve got to cum, Sweetheart. Cum with me Kendall.”

  I feel soft hands on my face, and I turn locking my grey eyes with a stunning set of emerald ones. Ones that I’ve dreamed of every night for years. Ones that are currently shining with love and awe, and all of its aimed at me.

  “I love you Dec. I love you so much.” With that, her walls clamp down on my cock, and her body starts to shake.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck yes, Baby. Milk my cock.” On an oath I add, “Fucking love you Kendall.”

  Sweat is pourin off both of us. It drips down my forehead, off my nose, and onto Kendall’s chest. I didn’t think it was possible, but she’s still cumming, and I can feel the heat build at the base of my spine, travelling up my shaft. With three more solid thrusts I come deep in Kendall’s pussy, and freeze letting the waves of pleasure take me. Black spots dance behind my eyes, and I bury my head in Kendall’s neck desperately trying to catch my breath. I’m careful not give her my full weight, or I’d crush her. Pulling out slowly, I gain a whine from Kendall, and it takes everything in me not to stay buried in her perfect pussy. But, I know she’ll be sore after her first time, I also want the opportunity to clean her up, and take care of her. That doesn’t mean I won’t be having another piece of her sweet ass later though. Like I said, I’m a selfish man.

  I lay down beside her and pull her into my arms, taking a deep breath in through my nose, and letting it slowly through my mouth. Seriously, there isn’t a strong enough word for how sated I fucking feel right now; my arms and legs are heavy, my muscles are loose and relaxed, bluntly put, my woman wore my ass out.

  Giggling, Kendall pats my sweaty chest,

  “You know, now you’ve popped the seal, we are soooo doing that all the time right?”

  I kiss the top of her head and chuckle at her enthusiasm,

  “Damn fucking straight we are. Give me ten minutes, and I’ll be good to go again, Baby.”

  Huffing Kendall flops to her back,

  “I don’t know if my lady garden can recuperate from that ploughing in ten minutes Dec. I might need more like an hour or something,”

  “You’re fucking what?” I need clarification of what I just heard. I hope to fuck she didn’t call her pussy what I think she did. I mean, who calls their pussy a lady garden? I’ve heard some creative names for it in my time, but that sure as hell isn’t one of them.

  Kendall crawls over top of me and straddles my thighs, steadying herself by using her tiny hands, and placing them on my chest.

  “Mom refused to call it a pussy when she was explaining the birds and the bees, and since the ‘talk’ is called, ‘the birds and the bees’, she thought it was more appropriate to call it a lady garden. Crazy I know, but it kinda stuck.” I laugh out loud, but sober quickly when she says, “Just you wait big guy. You’ve got a daughter, and I’m sure mom would be more than happy to explain it all to her too.”

  Not only do I NEVER want to think about Lexi being old enough to have that kind of talk with Brenna, but just the thought of my little girl describing her business as anything at all is hurting my head.

  “Shut it Kendall, or I’ll make you be the one to have the talk with her, and I’ll be busy in my man cave having a fucking brain aneurism while you do it, not offering you one fucking bit of support whether you need it or not.”

  Leaning down she kisses me lightly on the lips, setting about making me feel better,

  “Cheer up big guy. If it makes you feel any better, Billy’s going to have to go through the same thing, so I’ll send Anna to mom too. That will serve him right for picking on me when I got my period in gym class.” Billy would fucking love that, not really, but, he’d deserve every uncomfortable second of it.

  I remember the time she’s talking about. It’s the first and only time I’ve laid hands on Billy, and to this day he still feels guilty over what he did. One of the only classes all of us had together was gym. All of us meaning, Kendall, me, Billy, and Lou. Kendall was taking ages to get changed and come out to join us, so Lou went in to check on her coming back out not long after going in, and trying to discreetly tell us Kendall was having lady problems, and has to go home. When Kendall was leaving the gym, a sweatshirt tied round her waist, I know, she might as well have advertised it, Billy yelled out, ‘Tell Aunt Flow I said hello’.

  Kendall rushed out, embarrassed as shit, and I turned to Billy knocking him the fuck out with one punch. When he came to, me standing over him breathing heavy, with my fists clenched, he realised his mistake, and spent the rest of semester trying to apologise to Kendall. Never being one to hold a grudge, Kendall forgave the fucker almost immediately, and the incident was never spoken of again.

  I don’t know who launched first, and if I’m being honest, I don’t give a fuck who instigated it, but we ended tangled up in each other again. This time, I made slow, sweet love to my woman, and she loved me back just as hard, if not harder. That night we went at each other five more times. Some were hard, fast, and furious, others were soft, gentle, and fucking life changing. I’m not a gentle man by any stretch of the imagination, but I seem to be able to manage for Kendall, and she used her body all night to show me her appreciation for my efforts.

  Little did we know that night, and we wouldn’t for a little while to come, something else life changing was about to happen. It would affect people we love, change relationships, and break hearts.

  Someone once said, ‘Life is what happens when you are waiting for something big to happen’. They were right. Life was happening. We were all living it, and whether we knew it, or not big things were on the horizon, ready to come and wipe out life as some people know it.

  We should’ve known. We should’ve planned for it. We should’ve done things differently. But…

  We didn’t, and now… Someone has to pay for those mistakes.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Kendall

  2 weeks before the wedding of Kendall and Declan

  Shit just got real.

  Planning and organising a wedding for sixty bikers, their ol ladies, well, the bikers that have them anyway, eighteen children, and some non-club friends was no small task. We are up to one hundred and fifteen people and counting. What started out being a small, intimate gathering for Dec and I to exchange vows,
rings, and promises of a future together, has been blown out of all proportion. My mom and Aunt Sheila are firmly on board the crazy train, not only driving that train to crazy town, but collecting strays along the way.

  I’ve fought with mom and Aunt Sheila more in the last four weeks than I ever have in my entire life leading up to now. Dad, Uncle Pipe, and Dec are trying to reign in the two ‘Crazy Conductors’, that’s their new aptly descriptive nick-name, but it just isn’t working.

  Constantly crying on Dec’s broad chest at night, locked in the sanctuary of our bedroom, I’m miserable over this wedding more often than I’m excited. I even have to cry in our bedroom because it’s the only place the Crazy Conductors have yet to infiltrate with their special brand of nuts. I’ve stopped going to, not only mom and dad’s house, but the clubhouse too for fear of being cornered, and asked questions like, which colour napkins I prefer. For Christ’s sake, they’re all freaking white to me. Apparently, I couldn’t be more wrong, and I found this out when Aunt Sheila lectured me for half an hour on the difference between, ivory, egg shell, off white, and cream.

  I mean, I know most women would be over the moon given the opportunity to plan the wedding of their dreams, but this; this is getting, no, it’s not getting, it already is fucking ridiculous. Dad has taken to escaping the house almost entirely, coming over to my and Dec’s house after walking in the front door of my childhood home to mom and Aunt Sheila literally wrestling on the floor over tablecloth choices. What. The. Actual. Fuck. I asked dad in passing one night, when we were all in the living room with beers in hand, sitting in front of the newly acquired sixty inch flat screen, courtesy of Dec, while watching my favourite football team, the Denver Broncos smash the Texas Titans, if he could contact some of his less savoury associates, and take out a hit on them.