Page 29 of My Saintly Demon

When he offers a hand to pull me up from the chair, I take it and he pulls me into his still too hot body.

“You’re the first person I’ve been with I want to wake up to.” His hands grip my ass and pull me tight to him. He brings his lips to my neck and kisses me gently. My heart pounds against my rib cage when he bites into my shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “If I feel that way, then nobody else can see you like this. Please. Don’t come out here naked again.”

His voice borders on anguish and I don’t know how to feel. I’m all over the map.

“What if you’re with me? Is it okay then?”

His hand sneaks down between us and he wraps it around my leaking cock. Sure slides as he strokes me right there in the moonlight. Fuck, it feels good and I push up on my toes into his fist.

“It’s okay when I have my hands on you or my lips. It’s okay if my cock is shoved down your pretty throat, but never alone, Chuck. Never. Alone.”

His lips are on mine and I’m moaning into his mouth as he backs me up against the side of the house. The vinyl siding is cool against my hot skin and Dave ruts against me, his hard dick sliding across mine as his hot breath whispers in my ear.

“I don’t have a soul to share, but I have a heart. Whoever I give it to belongs to me, whether they like it or not.”

My head bangs against the siding as he pushes me harder into the house and we frot against each other like wild animals. He pulls one of my legs up around his waist and I clutch at his shoulders.

He pulls aways from my neck, breathing in hard puffs, consumed with lust and I go for it, pulling myself up against him and wrapping my legs around his waist. Once again, he grips my ass and slams me back into the house.

“You had no business being celibate. You’re too sexy for your own good. One day I’m going to have my dick in you and fuck you against the wall like this.”

“Ohmygod… yesss…”

He bites my lip, drawing blood and I yelp, punching my hips forward for more friction, more touch, just more anything.

“I want to come.” I breathe as I bury my hands in his hair.

“Use me. Use your hand. Use whatever you want. Do it now, Chuck.”

Squeezing myself against him as tight as I can, he thrusts against me and bites down on my neck again.

With a strangled moan, I come between us, and Dave gasps against my skin. He quickly spins and lowers me to the lounger, jacking himself over the top of me.

He comes with a roar I’m sure could wake a hibernating bear, painting me with his cum.

“You’ll be the end of me.” He rasps.

He pulls me up again, and this time his kisses are more tender.

“Let’s get cleaned up again and back to bed. Next time you can’t sleep, wake me.”

Nodding, I follow him back into the house and I think when his week here is up, he’ll be the end of me, too.

CHAPTERTWELVE

DAVE

Who the fuck still drinks instant coffee?

This is not the way to start the day and is a very poor start to what I know will probably be a difficult day. I didn’t sleep a wink after Chuck and I went back to bed. He did, though. I have the dried drool on my chest to prove it.

“Who pissed in your cornflakes this morning?”

X’s voice breaks through my thoughts and fills the empty kitchen.

“Whoever didn’t have the good taste to have real coffee in this kitchen. Do you drink this shit daily?”

He takes in the mess I left on the counter with the spoon, kettle and instant coffee jar and snorts.

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