by Miranda Bee
Just as I turned to leave, I heard the mechanics of the bolt lock shift. I turned around. Devin opened the door. He was so fucking hot. His eyes were so filled with mischief and darkness and lust. His eyes traveled down my body, from my head to my toes. My cheeks flushed.
“Sammy?” Devin asked.
I didn’t say anything. My tongue was paralyzed. ‘Putting myself out there’ wasn’t exactly in my skillset.
He rolled his eyes and smiled, “Come inside, you crazy girl!”
Chapter 12
Devin “The Devil” Winchester
I was really surprised when Sammy showed up on my doorstep. That little dress of hers wasn’t doing anything for our newly professional relationship.
It was killing me.
There was no way she wasn’t doing this on purpose. She was all dolled up, again. It wasn’t hard to see that she’d dressed up for me. The beast inside, who wanted to explore what was under that dress of hers, was tamed only by the fact that Sammy had called earlier that day to sever the ‘unprofessional’ relationship we had. I had to be cautious. I spent so much time thinking about her. Between meetings, I was glued to my phone. I didn’t want to press her too much. She had already been through enough.
So when she called, I was so excited. Of course, then she said what she said. It broke my fucking heart. It didn’t make any kind of sense in my world. My world was without boundaries or laws. There was only the code that I lived by, and it was simple. As far as I was concerned, I was man and Sammy was a woman. Why make things complicated?
I handed Sammy a beer and sat down on the couch next to her. She turned towards me, nervously fiddling with the label on the bottle. I leaned back, folding my hands behind my head.
“I thought you didn’t want to do this anymore?” I asked.
“I’m not even sure,” she paused, “What is this, anyway?”
I leaned forward, taking the beer from her hand and setting it on the coffee table. I ran my fingers through her hair, sliding a mess of curls over her shoulder. I slid the strap of her dress back and kissed her bare shoulder. I kissed along the velvet curve of her neck and up behind her ear. Her hair smelt like strawberries and cream.
I kissed her lips. She moved her hands up to the side of my face, tangling her fingers in my beard. My heart raced. I didn’t want her to stop. Her curious tongue slipped past my lips, tasting me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.
Suddenly, she pushed on my chest. She broke our kiss to search my eyes for an answer.
“What are we?” she asked.
“Well, I can tell you right now, I am a very filthy man.”
I went to kiss her again but she pushed back, “This is casual? Right? We aren’t really doing anything?”
I shrugged, “Who cares.”
“Who cares?” she repeated, angrily.
“This morning I didn’t think you wanted ‘this’ at all. Now you don’t want it to be casual? Are you playing with me?” I asked.
“I’m not. I’m just surprised, is all.”
“Why?” I asked.
“You know what? I think I made a mistake.”
I looked at her, bewildered, “Why don’t you just tell me what you want?”
She shook her head, “It doesn’t matter. I don’t even know, anyway.”
She stood up and went to grab her purse. I followed her, grabbing her hand.
“Now hold on just a damn minute!”
She looked at me wide-eyed, “I get it. You’re a regular ladies man, right? I’m just a silly girl who doesn’t know how the real world works.”
“You’re the one that called it off! What exactly is it that you are looking for?”
“Just forget it!”
I laughed, “So, maybe you are being a silly little girl, after all. If you can’t be straight with me, I don’t think I can help you out.”
“You want me to be straight with you? I am in a bit of a conundrum here. You see, the things we’ve been doing could cost me my job. I am concerned about that. So, I have a moment of doubt. I call you up, and you don’t give one shit about it.”
“You mean to say that your pissed that I wasn’t all tears on the phone?”
She looked embarrassed for a moment. She cleared her throat and said, “MaryAnn says you were just faking it. You have to uphold your tough persona.”
“It’s not a persona, sweetie,” I said.
She shrugged, mockingly, “Then I guess you really don’t give a shit.”
She turned on her heel and headed for the door.
“Sorry princess, the world doesn’t revolve around you!”
Damn it! The idea was to get her to stay! I ran up to her and grabbed her hand, once again. She jerked it away. Sammy was a cryptic woman. She was also easily agitated, a fact I usually enjoyed very much. I liked pressing her buttons just to see how she’d react.
It was different this time. I was scared that she was slipping away from me. She was so hot, yet, she could be so cold. She had to know that she was driving me crazy. It would be ludicrous to suggest otherwise.
I wanted to break her facade. I guess I’d have to break my own, too.
She stepped toward me, her wild eyes pierced every layer of defense. She was nervous. She was sexy. She was steadily becoming everything to me.
I pulled her close to my chest. Her scowl was unbroken. Her chest heaved as she struggled to form the words in her mind. What was in that head of hers? I imagined it was chaotic. She’d been assaulted. She was unlucky enough to get me as a client. I wasn’t dumb to the fact that I was a complete asshole. There was more to her than that, though. She had a darkness that was kindred to my own. I looked at her, searching past the sadness and brokenness. She was beautiful.
Her swollen red lips parted. I felt her breath quicken and her eyes soften.
“I want you,” my voice rasped, “You don’t need me to tell you that something strange is happening between us. You know that this isn’t casual.”
“Do I?”
My eyes narrowed, I leaned in close, “Quit playing games, silly girl.”
“Fuck. Off.”
I paused, releasing the grasp I had on her wrists. She lowered her hands to her sides. Her eyes, angry once again, met mine. She shoved me. I stumbled back one pace. She shoved me again. I never wanted another woman like I wanted her in that moment. All that anger, all that fury, and all that passion were boiling inside of her. And it wasn’t just because I had pissed her off. It was something that she had battled with for years. It was all coming to a head. She was about to erupt.
“Just fuckin’ do it, Sammy.”
I stared her down, waiting to smell the smoke rise before the flames. I wanted to hear the shield that she carried crack into pieces. I could take it. All the burdens that she carried could be laid on me. I would follow her through fire if she’d just fucking let me.
She grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and pulled me towards her.
She crushed her lips against mine, tasting me. Her tongue slid past mine in furious waves. She pulled away, biting my lower lip. I held her face in my hands, pulling her close once again. I kissed her. Her tits pushed up against my chest. I could feel her heart race.
She groaned, “I want you, too, you jackass!”
“Fuck off,” I grinned as I pushed her onto my bed.
I pulled my shirt off and crawled on top of her. She pushed up the skirt of her dress, exposing her black lace panties. I pulled her dress off over her head and threw it to the side.
Fuck.
She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her big, soft tits were more than I could handle. I was fucking hard, and I needed to be inside of her. Forever and ever.
I lowered my mouth to her tits, kissing the soft skin around her hardened nipple. I bit down, gently grazing her skin with my teeth. A breathy moan told me just what she liked. I wrapped my lips around her nipple, sucking and teasing. I slid my hand down the curve of her waist. I slipped my fingers into her panties.
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Her body writhed. I pressed on, slipping two fingers into the warm soft opening. She was so wet.
Her frantic hands found their way to my jeans, undoing the button and pulling at the fly. She explored my hard cock through my boxers with her slender fingers.
She groaned as I pushed my fingers deeper inside and massaged her clit with the pad of my thumb. She yanked down my boxers over my ass and slid them down to my knees.
I pinned her wrists to the bed and kissed her again.
Without waiting, I pushed my cock inside of her tight pussy. A rolling warmth consumed my body. She screamed out, craning her head to the side.
“Yes!” she screamed, “Fuck me.”
I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her face to mine. I kissed her and thrust myself harder. I watched her tits bounce with every thrust. Goddamn! My heart raced. Her body was so curvy and soft. I cradled her ass with my free hand. I lifted her off the bed and walked her towards the back wall. Sammy couldn’t get enough. She bounced on my cock the entire time, digging her nails into my shoulders and flailing her legs. She knocked over my lamp, breaking the porcelain casing.
I pushed her against the wall. I had one hand under her ass and one against the wall for leverage. I bent my knees, pushing upward as hard as I could. I couldn’t be inside of her enough. She screamed out in ecstasy.
“More! Goddamn it! More!!!”
The dewdrops of lust covered our bodies as they became a single entity. We were two gears who came from different models, yet somehow fit together perfectly. I watched her tits bounce with every thrust, her face was contorted in raw pleasure and it made my heart melt.
I flipped her around, dropping her legs to the ground. I pushed against the curve of her ass. The bulbous tip of my slick shaft slid back and forth across the folds of her pussy. I kissed down the length of her neck. Just as goosebumps formed on her skin, and her breath slowed, I buried my cock inside again. I drove myself inside, dissolving any-and-all space between us.
I never wanted any space from this woman ever again.
She bent her arms back, attempting to anchor her fingers on my ass. She pushed her ass out. I grabbed her hips, pushing her downward. She placed her palms down on the ground. I fucked her furiously as she screamed out my name.
“Devin! Devin! Shit! I’m coming! I’m coming!”
Goosebumps rose all over her skin. She trembled and shuddered. My cock pulsed at the sight of her losing control. My thrust slowed as I tried to hold on for as long as possible. With one fatal swing of the hips, I lost the power to stop myself. I came inside of her, convulsing with each burst. The heat of passion licked at my skin and lulled me into a calm haze.
I lifted her trembling body up into my arms. I carried her back to the bed and laid her down. I crawled into bed next to her and watched her apple-colored cheeks fade to pink as she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 13
Sammy Wood
I woke up in Devin’s arms. He smiled at me as I stretched out on the bed. His eyes traveled down my bare body. My cheeks burned red. I’d never experienced a man’s affection before. His eyes were ablaze with lust for me. It was foreign to be so open.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “I kind of freaked out.”
“What was that about, exactly?” he asked.
“Well, I just, I don’t know. I thought I was engaging in a dangerous behavior because of my assault. Then I thought maybe you didn’t really care about me.”
“So, I am dangerous?”
I laughed, “I think so.”
“It doesn’t bother you?”
I shrugged, “I thought it might. It bothered me more that you might not think of me like I think of you.”
He smiled, leaning down to kiss me.
“I was faking,” he admitted, “You’re friend was right.”
I smiled, “Wow, that was surprisingly honest.”
“Well, it’s a secret. Anyway, something tells me that this isn’t easy for you either.”
He grabbed my hand and laced his fingers in mine.
“I’ve never been with anyone.”
His eyes grew wide, “Ever?! You lie.”
“Nope.”
“Wow! Why me?”
I sat up, still holding his hand. He sat up next to me, draping his arm over my shoulder.
“You know what? It doesn’t even matter,” he said, “This really isn’t casual to me. Just remember that, okay?”
I nodded.
We spent the next hour lying in bed. We talked about life. We kissed. We fell asleep again. When I woke up, Devin was gone. I looked at my panties, lying on the floor. I couldn’t bring myself to get dressed. He was in the shower, and I had half a mind to join him. His body was a machine of gears and gadgets. His affection was my drug. I was free for the first time in a long time. I couldn’t help but think we were on to something special. Something that would change my life forever.
I heard the faucet shut off.
He came into the room, his chest heaving. His hair was dripping wet. His cock was hard, standing at attention to my body. His dark eyes met mine. They spoke to me. He wanted me, again. He’d have me, again.
He could have all of me if he wanted.
The bed was still warm. I didn’t understand this man’s appetite for me. I couldn’t. He stood at the foot of the bed, a faint growl escaped his soft red lips. I was still reeling from earlier, and he was ready for me again. I slid back, letting my legs fall to the side. I grabbed the cast-iron headboard behind me, entangling my fingers in its intricate design. I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to touch me. I was so wet for him.
He just watched as I squirmed. He was naked, holding his thick cock in his hand. His eyes traveled down my body, locking onto my tits. My nipples were swollen from his affection earlier. He bit down on his lip as he watched my tits rise and fall. He continued downward, a grateful smile on his sweet face. He stopped at my center, licking his lips at the sight of my wet pussy.
“What are you planning?” I asked.
He held his finger up to his mouth. He bent down, grabbing my stockings off the floor. He crawled onto the bed resting the head of his cock, bulbous and slick, in the warm folds of my pussy. I flinched, panting for him. I wrapped my arms around his body, anchoring my fingertips in his thick, muscled shoulders. I scooched down, naturally, and reveled the feeling of his tip locking into my slit. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted that fullness, again.
His hips hinged upwards and away. He smiled.
“Goddamn it!” I whined, “Don’t tease an addict.”
“Oh, so you’re an addict now?”
I nodded.
“You need me?” he asked.
“Badly.”
“I want you to behave.”
“I’ll behave,” I promised, “I’ll behave.”
“I don’t know. You’re a wayward woman.”
I nodded, “I promise.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
I swallowed hard, “Yes. Please.”
He kissed me, a mischievous grin spread on his face. His warm lips pressed against mine, parting them just so. I tasted his sweet saliva as his tongue swam sleepy laps in my mouth, slow and hazy. He picked up his pace, crushing his palm against my breast and circling down. My nipples stood erect to his skilled attention.
“Please,” I begged.
“Only if you do as I tell you.”
I nodded, again.
He sauntered down, kissing the curve of my neck slowly and intentionally. He sat back only for a moment, to admire the goosebumps he’d set a fury on my skin. I shivered, my nerves awakened by the warm impressions of each desired kiss.
His love was cunning. His lust was chaos. We were chaos. Every moment was more dangerous than the last. The more our lives were entangled, the more our bond became unbreakable.
His thick rough fingers dragged along my silky skin, sending pulses of electricity down my body to the juncture of my wanting thighs. My heart gushed for
this man. My body ached, a disgusting, unimaginable pain, just to feel him next to me.
He stopped at my open hand, pulling my wrist to the cast iron design of the headboard. Carefully, he tied my hand with the nylon stocking, knotting the bow twice. Respectively, he grabbed my other hand, pulling it to his lips first. He tenderly kissed the back of my hand. He never broke eye contact with me. He stared at all of me with an infinite gaze. He wasn’t offended by what he saw. All the bitterness, the terror, and the joy, all of it was for him.
“Do you trust me?” He asked, “Do you submit to me?”
I nodded.
“That’s good,” He smiled.
He hunched over, kissing me deeply, “Don’t move.”
Devin hopped off the bed and walked to the kitchen. When he returned, he held a bowl of fresh strawberries. He set it down on the nightstand next to the bed. He crawled back on top of me, kissing me once again. He extended his arm to the nightstand, grabbing a fresh strawberry from the porcelain bowl. He dragged the strawberry along my arm. He slipped down the bed, kissing my breasts with full kisses and a light stroke with his thick tongue. He wrapped his lips around my nipple, sucking on my hardened flesh. I squirmed under this amazing man. Each pull of his lips sent shocking thrills of pleasure weaving through my body. He sat up, looking at me thoughtfully. He traced the circle of my tender nipple with the tip of the ripe strawberry. I shuddered, desperate for him to make his next move.
“Don’t bite the strawberry. Don’t break the skin,” He commanded.
He carefully placed the cool strawberry between my parted teeth. I felt its rough texture graze the tip of my tongue.
He continued his trek, exploring my body with his lips. He stopped at my pussy, looking up to monitor the desperation in my eyes. I was very desperate. That didn’t stop him from teasing me. He was trying to free me. He wanted me as raw as I could be. Whatever I was, as primal as possible, I’d show him.
I was free with him. Nothing mattered anymore. There was only him and me in the entire universe.