Page 109 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

Her brow furrows, then smooths again, and her cheeks become flushed. “You mean, ride you?”

I chuckle softly. “Yeah, I do.” It doesn’t help that I get the mental image, and my cock’s reaction is predictable.

She squirms on the stool, and I notice her eyes are dilated. Fuck me, is she turned on?

She rests her hands against my chest, her fingers curling into my shirt. She stares at the material, then raises her eyes. “Do you want to try a practice run?”

Fuck yeah, I do. But… My elation fades. I can’t get her pregnant yet, and I haven’t anything to use. I grimace and start to explain, “I do, but Saffie, I’ve not…”

At that moment, the prospect, who’d been crouched out of sight behind the bar, places a box by my hand. When I glance at it, Igor steps back and salutes, then whistling tunelessly, walks off to serve Rascal a beer.

Picking up the condoms, I bark a laugh and narrow my eyes at his back. That’s one prospect I wouldn’t be surprised soon patches in.

Saffie peals with laughter, then slides off her stool. “Seems we’ve got all that we need.”

I hold her back. “You sure? I thought you’d be upset after what happened today.”

“Seeing my parents?” She bites her lip. “I hadn’t built it up in my head, so I wasn’t disappointed. Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve come to realise my family is you.”

“And all my brothers,” I tell her.

“And a proxy dad.” She laughs.

I’ve checked in, she’s not distressed. When she pulls at my hand, I let her lead me off into our room. Once there, she immediately takes off her shirt, and lets her bra fall to the ground.

“Fuck, woman,” I growl. “You get better all the time.”

She shimmies out of her jeans, and soon her panties fall too. We’ve gotten used to being naked with each other, wearing clothes to bed now a thing of the past, and I thank fuck for that as I rip off my own tee. Wearing only my jeans, I hop my way toward her, placing one of my hated crutches down, and pull her to my chest.

“Cowboy’s cooking has been good for you,” I tell her, caressing her smooth skin.

“A little too good. It’s gone straight to my ass.”

“An ass I fuckin’ adore,” I respond, palming said attribute.

“Sit on the bed,” she instructs.

When I do, she folds to her knees, undoes my button and zip and starts to remove my jeans. Usually I wear sweats, but today I wanted to dress normally again. One leg is easy, it slides over the prosthetic. The other is slit up to the knee to accommodate the cast, and she gently eases that down too.

Saffie then starts to remove my prosthesis. The first time she’d done it, I was as embarrassed as fuck, but she’d just asked me what to do, and got on with it as if taking a leg off a man was the commonest thing in the world.

“You need cream?” She eyes my reddened stump with a critical eye.

“I’ll do it later.”

“Don’t forget.”

I chuckle. “No, Mom.”

But levity fades as she removes my boxers, and my cock comes into view. She pushes me back, already taking charge, and places her mouth over the tip.

Even that had been hard for her. The first time she’d tried to take my cock in her mouth, she’d vomited, as memories of Duke had invaded her mind. Of course I’d insisted her sucking me off wasn’t something I needed, but unwilling to let that monster rule her life, she was equally adamant that she wanted to try.

My Saffie is a strong woman, and I’m just a man, so I lay back and let her do whatever she wants to do. Normally, I’m quite happy to let her play just as she wants.

When her lips close around me, this time, though, I stop her. “My turn first. Come up here and sit on my face.”

It’s the easiest way for me to get my mouth on her, without me awkwardly trying to get into position, manoeuvring on my stump down the bed while trying not to jostle my injured leg.

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