Page 7 of Claimed By The Devil

“Deidre, open up now. This isn’t funny,” I pound on the door and tell her.

She finally opens the door and I push my way inside. She stands there looking confused by my insistence. I’m not angry with her, but she needs to understand how this world works. This is her father’s territory, and I shouldn’t be spending too much time alone and in the open. You never know if word traveled to his whole crew or not. Any low-level street guy could see me and think that a bullet will make him a hero.

“When I knock, you answer. Do you understand?”

She looks down at the floor and her cheeks go red.

“What? Is there a problem?” I ask.

“I didn’t expect you. I was trying to put myself together so you didn’t see me like this,” she replies.

I take a moment to examine her. Her hair is in a messy bun, and she’s not wearing any makeup. She has on a pair of mint green silk shorts and a matching halter top. She’s the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen. Her nipples poke out of her silk top, letting me know that she’s not wearing a bra, and my dick goes hard at the thought of it.

“What are you talking about? You’re sexy as hell,” I tell her. “You have to understand that my being here might be dangerous for me. Until your father gets back from his honeymoon and verifies that his whole crew is on board, I have to watch my back when I’m in his territory. So, again, if I knock, you answer. Clear?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” she tells me and I can see that she’s terrified that I might be angry with her.

“Do I scare you, little girl?” I ask her, praying she doesn’t confirm it.

“No,” she shakes her head. “I’m just sorry that I disappointed you.”

I rush to her and take her face in my hands, “You could never disappoint me.” I kiss her gently, and her body melts into mine so I give in to my desire and grab her firm tits. She sighs, then kisses me harder. She likes the way my hands feel on her and that makes my cock rise even further. I touch, squeeze, and grope every part of her that I can reach, eventually sliding my hands under her shorts and fondling her nice, round ass.

She’s putty in my hands so I take a chance and pull her top down off of her shoulders. Her perky tits bounce their way to freedom and I slap her pretty, pink nipples with my tongue. She tilts her head back and moans, cradling my head in her hands.

I want to taste every inch of her so I lift her off of her feet and carry her to the couch. I set her down and drop to my knees on the floor in front of her. I tug at her shorts until they drop to her ankles. She’s not wearing panties either, so I guess this is what she wore to bed last night. I part her legs and run my tongue up her thigh. She shivers as I inch my way closer to her little pussy so I skip over it completely and draw circles with my tongue on her taut belly.

“I want to taste your pussy, baby,” I whisper.

“Okay,” she pants.

“Okay? No, that’s not good enough. Tell me you want it,” I tease her.

“I want it, please,” she answers.

“Want what? Say it. Don’t be afraid.”

“I want you to taste my… my pussy.”

I drop my head and slip my tongue between her smooth lips. She arches her back and cries out when I make contact with her clit, so I clench down on it and suck hard, watching her writhe and buck with desire.

She’s the sweetest treat that I’ve ever tasted and I want to fuck every inch of her with my tongue, so I slide it in and out of her tiny hole. She’s lost in a state of sheer euphoria, and I want to make her come so I make my way back to her swollen little button and bear down on it again. She screams and digs her fingers into my shoulders.

“I’m gonna make you come, baby,” I tell her.

“I … I don’t know how,” she cries and stuns me.

This sweet, precious girl has never had an orgasm before. Armed with this knowledge, I slow my game and begin making tiny circles around her clit with my tongue, allowing the pressure to build in her a bit longer. I slap her clit with my tongue, and she cries out so I pull back and make circles again.

Her thighs close around me, and she squeezes me with her legs. She can’t hold out much longer and I don’t want to keep her on the edge any longer, so I slap her clit hard until she cries out and sits straight up, bearing down on my face. I lap up her sticky, sweet juices until her spasms subside then get up and sit beside her. She leaps into my lap and kisses my face and neck.

“You liked that, baby?” I ask her.

“It was amazing,” she sighs.

I’m ready to bust in my pants and I’m ready to feel what it’s like to ride her sweet pussy when I hear noises coming from the kitchen. She hears them, too, and races to put her clothes back on.

“It’s the maid,” she whispers.

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