Page 28 of Devil

“I wish I hadn’t told you about James. You’ve been through so much.”

“No, I’m glad you did. Does my heart hurt because your brother didn’t have enough faith in his family? Yes. But the end, Bailey, we all answer for ourselves.”

“Yeah, that is pretty much what I told Lance.” I heard a motorcycleoutside,and then it went silent.

“I think your young man is here for you,” my mom said and stood. “And to answer your earlier rant.Usually,when a man can bring every emotion pouring from you, means he gets to you. He is comfortable enough to show you every side of him. Know the emotion I’ve not seen from or have never seen from you when you talk about Lance?”

“No.” I frowned at my mom, but she smiled back at me.

“Fear. No matter how he acts, responds to things—you are not scared that he would ever physically hurt you.”

“True, but verbally is different.” Mom stopped at the entrance to my bedroom just as the doorbell chimed.

“He is a man. They say dumb shit sometimes. But then that is when you let them make it up to you. I’ll get the door while you grab your things.”

“Some things can’t be taken back, by a grand gesture!” I yelled as my mom walked out.

“No, a woman never forgets, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy them using sex and thinking they’re getting their way!”

“Mom!”

“Older, Bailey. Not dead!”

I stood in the middle of my bedroom and stared at the empty doorway. My mother never ceased to amaze me. I heard her greet Lance and invite him in. I grabbed my purse and bag and headed toward the door. When I reached the living room where he stood talking with my mom, heturned,andhiseyes ran over me. As they touched on the bag in my hand, I watched the smile form. His eyes traveled back up tomine,and the desire that reflected at me was staggering. My stomach tightened with the promise his eyes held. Suddenly, I couldn’t get out of there fast enough and hoped the drive to his house went quickly.

It was like the bastard knew what Ithoughtas I watched his smile turn to a smirk. He turned back toward mymom,and in less than two minutes, he said bye, told her to call if any problems popped up, then had me in my car as I waited for him to get on his bike. He waved for me to pull out so he could follow.

With thoughts of him and what he might do to me at hishouse,I pulled out.

We barely made it in the house. My bag hit the floor along with my purse being snatched out of my hand and throw in the same direction. The door closed when he pushed me back against it and started kissing me. Lance only broke the kiss long enough to pull my shirt over my head and unclasp my bra to join it, then his lips were back on mine. My pants were more of aproblem,but they didn’t keep him from his mission. He broke the kiss and stepped back and pushed them all the way down.My pantieswent with them. Shoes wereremoved,and I stood naked while he was fully clothed.

Lance stood back up and, with his lips close to mine and his eyes focused on me, a shiver ran through me.

“Don’t know if I can go slow. Want you too damn much.”

I ran my fingers through his hair and closed the distance between us until our lips met. His lips and tongue dominated mine, leaving me breathless. Neither of us could get enough. He ran a hand down my side until he reached my hip. Goosebumps formed on my skin where his hands touched me.

Lance grabbed the cheeks of my butt and squeezed and caressed. When he lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist, my bare pussy making contact with the material of his jeans. My clitthrobbed,and I shifted to gain a better grip with my legs and make contact with his very hardened cock. I rolled myhips,and he groaned. The desire in his eyes had darkened the brown to almost black. His nostrils flared and his arms adjusted until only one held me while the other hand moved between us to unzip his pants.

Lance’s cock popped free and laid between my legs, hard, and the heat of its touch had me shifting. Lance pushed his hipsforward,and his cock slid through my folds. He groaned when I tightened on his length.

“Fuck!” Lance yelled and leaned his forehead on my shoulder.

“Please,” I whispered, then gasped when he thrust into me.

“Oh God, that feels good. You are so warm and wet for me.”

I leaned my head back against the door. “Stop talking and fuck me, Lance.” I pushed down on him.

“Damn, I likewhenyou talkdirty.AndI really like that my girl’s pussy is greedy and can’t get enough.”

Lance movedback,and his cock slid out, only leaving the head inside. With the snap of hiships,he pushedintothe hilt again and my back arched, my shoulders hitting the door. He pulled out and thrust in again. His size stretched me almost to the point of pain.

I pulled his hair and rolled my hips and flexed, tightening my pussy around him. He hands gripped me so hard that I was sure there would be fingerprint bruises on my butt cheeks.

“Tight as a glove, but this pussy was made for me.”

I moaned as Lance picked up speed and with eachthrust,he began to pull me down to meet him. He pounded into me and the only things heard was our skin touching and our heavy breathing.

---