Page 46 of Devil's Last Dance

She screamed his name and he teased her, not wanting to draw her pleasure out. He needed to be balls-deep inside her.

Candice came and he held her down, making her ride the wave of her arousal, and when she couldn’t take anymore, he stripped out of his clothes and joined her on the bed.

There was no patience in him. He needed her. Gripping the base of his cock, he guided his dick to her entrance, lined it up, and then slowly began to sink inside her. She was still so fucking tight.

Inch by inch, he took his time, until she had all of him seated to the hilt within her. They both groaned and he grabbed her hands, pinning her to the bed, and keeping her in place as he started to work in and out of her, driving his cock in hard and deep.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

He growled the words against her lips, groaned, and then began to fuck her. He went hard and fast, driving every single inch of his dick within her. Antwone wasn’t gentle, and he felt how close he was already to coming. So, he slowed down, taking his time, making her wait and beg, and he calmed his orgasm down.

He kissed her hard and changed the tempo—going fast, slow, and taking his time, relishing every second and every moment not wanting it to stop, and then, when he knew they couldn’t take it anymore, he thrust hard and deep inside her, spilling wave upon wave of his cum deep inside her cunt.

It seemed to go on forever and forever. The pleasure was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and then when he couldn’t take it anymore, he collapsed but wrapped his arms around her.

She was his.

All his.

“I love you,” he said.

“And I love you.”

He kissed her left tit, and then, over the baby monitor, they heard their son whimpering.

“Well, at least he allowed me to finish.”

Candice burst out laughing, and this was the life he’d been wanting with her. He hoped it was the start of something new for them both.

Epilogue

Five Years Later

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Antwone said.

“It’s a great idea, and stop worrying. Maria and I have dealt with everything. Enough is enough. If Draven is willing to do this, you’re going to as well.” Candice forced the Christmas sweater that Maria had asked they all wear.

Antwone was wearing one with a reindeer while she had a snowman sweater. Their son Luke had a starry night on it. Charisma, their daughter, had a sheep with a Christmas hat on hers. Rosco, their second son, had a Santa on his sweater. All of them had been knitted by Candice.

Her mother had been an avid knitter, and Candice had rediscovered her love of knitting, which was crazy. It happened while she was pregnant with Charisma, and it hadn’t gone quite so smoothly as Luke. She ended up spending a lot of time in bed, which she hated. Then Antwone, being the loving husband he was, brought all her mother’s books, from recipe books to her crafting books.

Before she knew what was happening, she had started to knit up a storm, and well, the rest was history. Not only had she knitted all her family Christmas sweaters, she might have also knitted for Draven, Maria, and their five children as well.

Christmas was a special time. A time for family and happiness and forgiveness. Draven and Antwone worked hard to keep their secret and she never said a word, but at Christmas, she always tried to make time for them to be together, as brothers. At least around herself and Maria. Their children didn’t know yet.

Candice didn’t know if they would ever truly know, or if this secret would die with the four of them. Either way, they were going to continue to make memories.

And so, Draven and Maria stepped into the main sitting room. The kids were all excited about the presents already underneath the tree. Christmas music played, and it sounded so perfect and so peaceful.

Candice watched as Draven walked up to his brother and the two started with a handshake. She knew they had been down a hard road—one filled with pain and abuse—but they had been able to find their happiness, their love, and she hoped each other.

Maria came to her, wrapping her arm around her.

“Thank you,” Maria said.

She rested her head on her shoulder. Antwone and Draven slapped each other on the back, and then turned toward their wives. Draven pulled Maria into his arms. Antwone pulled her against him, and together they watched their kids. It was Christmas Eve, and they were waiting for Antwone to give the signal that they could open one present.

Every year for the past five, Candice had asked him which present he would like to unwrap, and every year he said the same.Shewas his gift, and the only one he looked forward to unwrapping.

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