Page 11 of Claimed By The Devil

She takes a deep breath and settles back down, so I add a second finger and probe her insides with deep, long strokes. Her body starts to sway back and forth as she finds her rhythm and gives in to the sweet sensation. My stiff rod twitches with anticipation, and I remove my fingers and mount her.

The rush that comes from knowing that the wait is over is better than any drug on the street. My thick head presses against her, stretching her little opening, and she lets out a whimper that causes me to force my way inside. I start out with gentle strokes, giving her no more than half my length, and she digs her fingers into my back.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

“Yes, you feel good,” she says in a breathy whisper.

I press down on her thighs and give her another two inches. She moans deeply and I increase the speed of my thrusts. Her tight pussy sucks my cock with perfection.

“I want you to take it all, baby. I want to fuck you hard,” I groan.

“Do it, daddy. Fuck me harder,” she cries.

That’s all I need to hear and I toss her legs over my shoulders and slam her with all I’ve got. I look down at her bouncing tits and baby face and wonder how I’ve gone this long without shooting a load inside her. I want her to come with me so I grab her mound and slip my finger inside.

She goes wild when I stroke her clit, and I know she won’t last long. I feel like I could spend the rest of my life inside her, but when she clamps down on me and her muscles spasm, I lose it. Her orgasm sends me into a spiral and I come with a force that teeters the line between pain and ecstasy. I stay inside her until my dick goes limp then drop her legs back onto the bed. She reaches up and traces the lines of the scars on my chest, and I catch her hand and bring it to my lips.

I lie down beside her, and she curls up against me with her head on my arm. This is where she’s supposed to be. She belongs by my sideforever.

7

EXPLORATION

DEIRDRE

Daylight filters through the blinds on Danny’s bedroom window, and it takes me a second to realize where I am. I sit up and look around, but he’s not in the room with me.

Oh God, I slept naked, too. I’m suddenly mortified. Did I sprawl out across the bed as I do at home? I get out of bed and find that he’s folded my clothes and placed them in a neat pile on the corner of his dresser, so I grab my bra and panties and slip into the bathroom to see how bad of a trainwreck my hair and makeup have become. The mirror confirms what I was expecting. I’m a complete mess. I wash my face then take his hairbrush off the vanity and try to tame my hair.

“Deirdre?” Danny knocks on the door. “I put a clean tee shirt on the bed if you want to throw it on. There’s coffee downstairs when you’re ready.”

“Okay, thank you,” I shout back.

I wonder what happens now. I’ve never had a boyfriend, and I don’t know if things change after people sleep together. It’s stupid, I know, but the more I consider it, the more nervous I get. I put on the tee shirt that Danny left me, and it covers my knees. I look in the mirror and laugh. I look like a five-year-old playing dress-up with my father’s clothes. I consider taking it off, but I don’t want to appear ungrateful. Besides, it feels and smells like him, so I keep it on and go downstairs.

Danny kisses my forehead when I enter the kitchen and asks, “Did you sleep well, love?”

“I guess so. I forgot where I was,” I reply.

He’s wearing nothing but a pair of silk boxers. His broad muscular chest and huge arms have me tripping over my own feet as I scamper to the breakfast bar and sit down.

“How do you take your coffee?” he asks.

“Lots of cream and sugar and very little coffee,” I grin.

“Would you like some breakfast? I can make you eggs or oatmeal.”

“No, thanks. I can eat when I get home.”

He places a mug on the breakfast bar in front of me and frowns, “Are you in a hurry or something, little girl?”

“No, I just thought you’d be working and I’d be going home,” I panic.

“Hmm, you go home when I say so.”

I squirm a little and ask, “What are you going to do? Tie me up or something?”

His expression changes and he flashes a wicked grin, “You know what? I think I will.”

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