Page 15 of Demons & Damnation

Chapter 8

“I’m really not in the mood,” Kyla said, letting out a sigh as she pulled up on her drive. “Sorry, Sam. I just want to strip off, get a glass of wine, and indulge in a volcanic bath.”

Sam groaned down the phone like a child being told no to sweets. “But Kyla, pleaseee, I really want to go dancing.”

Kyla rolled her eyes, not that it made any difference as Sam couldn’t see her. “Sorry, but no. I’m being selfish tonight. Maybe tomorrow night?”

“Deal,” Sam said, almost shouting down the phone in her excitement. “You’ve committed to it, there’s no backing out now.”

“I’ll speak to you tomorrow,” Kyla said, laughing and shaking her head as she hung up the phone.

Dragging herself from the car, she walked up her driveway and stood in front of her white front door, fiddling with her keys, trying to find the correct one to unlock it. Muttering curses to herself about having too many keys, she finally found the right one and let herself in.

She stepped through the door, slamming it closed with her left foot, and then leaned back against it, letting out a long breath. Closing her eyes, a grin crossed her face as she remembered her fun with the fireman. If only he’d had the balls to follow through.

“Your house is far too easy to get into,” a deep, rough male voice said.

Kyla sprung her eyes open, squinting in an effort to peer into the darkness of her house. Her heart started pounding as her mouth ran dry. Reaching out with her left hand to flick the light switch on, her fingertips just brushed against the plastic switch as a large hand grabbed her wrist.

“I don’t think so,” he said, dropping his voice to a hoarse whisper.

In one swift move, he pinned her left arm above her head and pressed his six-foot three, bulky body against hers, trapping her against the door.

Kyla bit her bottom lip, her knees trembling, and her mind racing. “Please,” she whispered.

The man leaned in closer, brushing his cheek against hers as he leaned into her ear and asked, “Please what?”

Kyla reached out with her free hand and grabbed his groin, smiling as she felt his hardness through his jeans. “Fuck me.”

He nipped at her ear lobe with his teeth, sending a shiver down her spine. “Fuck me what?”

Feeling the desire pooling between her legs already, Kyla squeezed his dick, licking her lips as she remembered the last time she’d had him. “Fuck me...Daddy.”

He let out a groan as he slid his lips down to her neck, biting into her soft flesh and sucking on it. “Mine,” he said, letting her skin release from his mouth with a pop.

Kyla scrabbled with the button on his jeans, desperate to get inside and feel him, skin on skin. Pushing her hand inside his boxers, she wrapped her hand around his hard length and let out a moan of relief. “So fuck me like I’m yours,” she said. “Come on, Dylan, it’s been three months.”

Dylan tore at her jeans, ripping the button off and pushing the light-coloured denim down her legs, using his feet to force them down. Kyla slipped her legs out of them completely and grabbed at him, curling her right arm around his neck as she jumped up, coiling her legs around his waist. Tearing her lacy thong clean off, Dylan then pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles and thrust himself inside her.

“Fucking hell,” she said, leaning her head back against the door and letting out a groan of relief. “Finally.”

Dylan took her free hand and threw it back against the door above her head, forcing both of her wrists into one of his shovel sized hands. With his free hand, he slid an arm around her lower back, angling her ass slightly off the door.

“Better,” she said, panting. “But I need it harder, Dylan. Fuck me like you’ve missed me.”

Dylan pounded into her, staring down at himself sliding in and out of her, the moonlight through the small half-moon shaped frosted glass window giving him just enough light to see. Her juices glistened on his cock, her pussy like a tight, velvet glove he couldn’t ever bury himself deep enough inside of.

Kyla emptied her mind of everything but the feel of Dylan fucking her, his long thick cock sliding in and out of her at a pace only a pornstar could be proud of. As his hand tightened around her wrists and his breathing became shorter and shallower, Kyla knew what was about to happen.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she said, her voice all but a growl.

Dylan looked up at her and pressed his forehead to hers. “You feel so good,” he panted. “It’s been three months.” He took a breath and then said, “Give a guy a break.”

Feeling more than a little devilish, Kyla whispered back in the sweetest childlike voice she could muster, “But Daddy, that’s not fair.”

Dylan plunged himself deep inside her and stilled, moving his head and resting it against the door. He trembled from head to toe as he sucked in a deep breath. “Play fair,” he said, his voice low and full of authority.

Kyla leaned forwards and nipped at his ear with her teeth. “Come on, Daddy,” she said, whispering in his ear. “Make me happy.”

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