Page 14 of Claimed By The Devil

She shakes her head and says, “No, I don’t want to be alone. Can I stay with you tonight?”

“Of course, little girl. That’s why I’m here. It’s my job to protect you.”

I don’t tell her but I’m happy she wants to stay with me. The rush of adrenaline that comes from a fight always gets my juices flowing. All I can think about now is getting her home and fucking her.

9

RECIPROCATION

DEIRDRE

My body is still shaking when we arrive at Danny’s place. Raised by a father who is the head of a crime family, I spent my entire childhood fearing that someone would open fire on us in public, but it never happened until today. Then, I feared that I would be hit by a bullet that was intended for my father. Today, I didn’t care about my safety. I was terrified that someone would take Danny away from me. I guess that’s called love.

We enter the house, and Danny grabs me and pushes me against the wall. He pins my arms over my head and nibbles my neck while squeezing my breasts through my shirt.

“I need you,” he whispers and my body shivers from excitement.

He lifts my shirt and licks my breasts as he yanks my pants down my legs. He’s wild and animalistic, and it’s really turning me on. He pushes my legs apart and shoves his hand between my legs. Fireworks ignite inside my head, and I purr and pant as he fucks me with his hand.

He takes my hands and places them on his crotch. “Take out my cock,” he commands me. I unzip his pants and take his throbbing member in my hand. I try my best to stroke it the way that he taught me, and I must be doing it right because he clenches his fist and rests it against the wall beside my head and groans while still fingering my pussy with the other hand.

“I want you to taste it,” he says and uses his hands on my shoulders to gently guide me to my knees. I want to please him in any way that he wants me to, but I’ve never done this before and have no idea what I’m doing. He holds my head still and rubs his head across my lips.

“Stick out your tongue, little girl.”

I hold out my tongue, and he slaps his shaft against it several times then slips it into my mouth. I wrap my lips around it, and he slides it in until a gag, then pulls back. I suppose that I was worried about nothing. He does all the work. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of his breathing.

He’s loving this, and pleasing him is making me hot. I slide my hand down and finger my own needy clit. His cock twitches and I taste the first droplets of his salty pre-come on my tongue. I’d like for him to finish this way, but I’m so hungry to feel him inside me that it’s causing me physical pain.

I don’t know if he senses my tension, but he pulls out of my mouth and lifts me to my feet. “I need to feel your tight little pussy,” he says and lifts me off the floor. I straddle his hips with my legs and take his full length inside me. He lifts me on and off his rod, and I hold on for dear life, feeling an unbridled passion from him that wasn’t there in our previous encounters. His need for me seeps into my very soul, and I feel my climax build in the pit of my stomach. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want this man to desire me.

“You’re my little girl and I love fucking you,” he moans.

“Yes, daddy, I love it, too.”

“I’m gonna come hard. Can you take it?”

“Yes.”

“Come with me, baby.”

“I’m ready.”

He holds me against the wall, his body pounding against mine with each long, hard thrust. I squeeze his massive shoulders and let go of everything that binds me to this reality. Danny is my new reality. He’s everything I want and need in this world.

A rush of orgasmic heat consumes me, and I buck and thrash in his arms, pushing him to the edge and making him find his own release inside me. I feel the sensation of a thousand fingers dancing on my skin, and I lay my head on his shoulder, spent and exhausted.

“You’re staying here tonight. How about we take a nice, hot bath?”

“I’d love that,” I sigh. The truth is that he could carry me to bed right now and I’d probably sleep the rest of the day and night. The mixture of panic, terror, and lust has left me emotionally and mentally exhausted.

He climbs into the large soaker tub and then helps me in. He lays back and I lean against his broad chest. He strokes my arms and I close my eyes. He was right, the warm water is washing away all of my stress. I feel the rhythm of his heartbeat against my skin and begin to wonder what the future will hold for us.

Will he eventually grow bored with me and move on to someone more worldly and exciting? Is there even a chance that this can last forever?

“What are you thinking about, little girl?” his words shock me back to the present.

“Nothing, really. Just how good it feels to be here in your arms.”

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