Page 64 of The Devil Within

“I’ll get the money wired to Will tomorrow, but we will have to discuss a plan to stop your father from racking up more debt.”

“Luke!” she gripes as she tries to pull away from me. I lean deeper against her, rolling my hardened length against the apex of her thighs as she tries to squirm away. “I can’t let you do that.”

“You’re notlettingme do anything.” I rip the shirt up and over her, exposing her beautiful breasts to me. The piercings glint in the low light. She’s replaced the gems with serpentine rings.How fitting. I bring my mouth down, letting my tongue flick and roll over the metal. She groans in response and her hips rise up off the table. “I’m offering to take care of you so you can be happy. Let me help you; let me take this burden off your plate. Please?” I suck her entire nipple into my mouth and suck while I continue to flick the piercing with my tongue.

“Oh god, yes,” she moans.

“I knew you’d agree.” I smirk before moving to her second breast and giving it the same attention.

“That’s not—” she begins before I bite down on her breast, silencing her denial as she shrieks.

She writhes beneath me. She’s a panting needy mess. I can’t hold back any longer. Pulling back, I reach between us and pull down my pants; my cock immediately springs over the waistband. The tip is dripping with precum, so ready for her.

“Luke, you can’t,” she tries to argue as I line myself up at her opening. “The piercings aren’t healed.”

“I know, my love. But I can’t wait another second to be inside you,” I state before shoving myself inside.

We both groan loudly in unison as I sheath myself fully inside her warmth. She’s so fucking tight. Each inch I drive into her is tighter and warmer. Her hips roll against me, desperate to take all of me.

“Such a desperate fucking slut for my cock, aren’t you?” I pant into the crook of her neck and shoulder once I’m full seated inside her.

“Yes,” she mewls and whimpers as I settle inside her, letting her warmth wrap around me. “Please, fuck me already.”

I tsk as I pull my hips back. “Such a bratty little thing. I might have to teach you a lesson.”

I thrust my hips forward and am rewarded by a shriek of pleasure from the beautiful creature beneath me. Her pussy pulses around me, begging for more. The piercings are tender as her walls constrict around me but I can’t hold back. I need her. I pick up my pace, driving into her. The piercings rub against her walls, massaging her as I rut into her like a wild beast.

“But,” she pants between her sounds of ecstasy. “I am your brat.”

Her admittance drives my hips to jerk quicker. Each punishing thrust beating to the drum in my head. Mine. Mine. Mine.Mine.

“Please, Luke, don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”

I need her pleasure. I want to feel her fully submit with my cock buried in her tight cunt.

“Come for me, Flower. Let me feel just how desperate this cunt is for my cum.”

Reaching between us, I rub her clit. The stimulation sends her over the edge. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream and her body jerks wildly as her orgasm crashes into her like a tidal wave. I follow her over the edge, spraying her walls with ropes of release as I groan loudly.

I collapse on top of her. My body completely sated. I turn my head, laying a soft kiss against her forehead. She snuggles herface into my chest and lays soft kisses along my skin. We hold each other for what feels like an eternity as we both come back down from our high.

“I’m ready,” she states after what feels like an eternity. “I am ready to be yours. Ready to admit what I feel for Celeste. Ready to be done with Erika once and for all. It’s time for me to move forward. I’m done feeling trapped.”

“Good girl,” I praise as I lift her in my arms, carrying us back to our bed.

I fall back asleep surrounded by both my girls.

THIRTY-FIVE

Luke

Unholy by Sam Smith

Four-thirty—thirty minutes to go. The minutes are creeping by at an excruciatingly slow pace. Each repetitive tick of the clock on the wall has my nerves grating and my teeth grinding. I love my work. I love putting the pieces together, organizing all the facts, laying everything out, and presenting the case. But today feels like one of those endless work days what won’t come to a fucking end. I’m never the type to count the minutes until I can head home. I leave when the job is done, it’s as simple as that. But today, I’m barely going to make it to five. I’m itching to get back to my girls.

I glance up at the time again. Four thirty-five.Fan-fucking-tastic.

I impatiently tap my foot against the coarse gray carpet beneath my desk. I glance at the computer screen in front of me, the paperwork I need to complete staring back at me. I really need to get this document finalized and sent off to the client by the end of day, but it seems like that’s unlikely to happen. Who knew having two girlfriends would be detrimental to your work productivity?

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