Page 72 of The Devil's Weakness

His hand curls around the back of my neck, and I think he’s going to move me out of the way and charge after Steve. Instead, his lips crash into mine, and he grinds his erection into my stomach with a hungry groan.

“Sasha,” he says against my lips. “I need you. Now.”

He reaches between us and unbuttons my shorts. At the same time, he dips his head further and latches onto my neck. Sliding his hand into my shorts, he runs a finger through my slit, which is already wet for him.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re never fucking wearing underwear again.”

Before I know what’s happening, he’s on his knees in front of me, forcing my shorts down my legs. Lifting one of my legs over his shoulder, he latches onto my clit, sucking before I get the chance to tell him no. With each pull, another spark makes my body jolt. There’s a fire burning inside of me. I cry out with pleasure before my hand clasps over my mouth. I look down the hall and pray like hell that Michael didn’t hear it.

“Blade,” I say to him, patting him on the head. “We can’t do this right here. Michael will hear us.”

When he doesn’t stop, I grip his hair and pull him away from me.

“Stop it,” I say through clenched teeth.

“Your bedroom.” He looks up at me, and the unbridled lust in his stare sends another rush of warmth through me.

“No. That’s even closer to his room than we are now.”

In a flash, my shorts are back up my legs, and he has me by the hand, practically pulling me out of my apartment. He throws open the door to the backseat of his truck and hoists me up inside. I peer around outside for a second while he climbs in to make sure neither Steve nor Ms. Rose are anywhere nearby. It’s bad enough she saw us together earlier. It would probably send her to her grave if she saw me crawling into the backseat of a car with Blade.

I don’t get more than a second or two to look before the door is closed, the lock is engaged, and Blade is removing my shorts again. This time, he doesn’t take a nosedive straight between them. Instead, he pulls his pants down as far as they can go and spreads my legs wide. He fists his cock and pumps his hand up and down a few times before lining it up with my opening and thrusting deep inside of me.

I cry out again, still very tender from yesterday. It both hurts and feels good. He lifts my shirt up and pulls down on the cups of my bra, freeing my boobs. Leaning over, he doesn’t miss a beat as he continues pounding into me while taking my nipple between his teeth and biting down a little too hard.

“Ow!” I scream, and he lets go before sucking on it.

His tongue eases some of the pain caused by his teeth, and he summons another moan from me.

“Oh, God,” I cry.

I’m not going to last long. I wait for him to tell me I can’t come yet and practically rejoice when the order isn’t given. His thrusts get harder and deeper than I ever imagined they could get. Every one of them takes me one step higher to that bliss that I felt when I was with him yesterday.

I crave it. I yearn for it. I want it more than I’ve wanted anything before in my entire life.

I feel the wave begin to break. In another second, it comes crashing down, pulling me under as it goes.

“Oh,fuck,” I pant.

“Come for me, baby. Come all over my fucking cock.”

And I do. I come harder than I’ve ever come before. Blade pulls out and dives his head between my legs, catching some of the liquid as it’s being expelled. The thought of it makes me feel dirty and wanted and alive.

Blade covers my clit with his thumb and pushes two fingers back inside of me, taking me straight from one orgasm to the next. With each rotation of his thumb, he keeps my nerve endings triggered. I feel his fingers curling and pressing into me from the inside. The sensation of everything he’s doing sends me over the edge again.

Every time he makes me come, another piece of the wall I’ve been trying to keep between us comes crumbling down.

* * *

After the unexpectedchristening of Blade’s backseat, we came inside, and, at my insistence, I told him I needed to take a shower by myself. Showering in my own bathroom, using my own shampoo and soap, isexactlywhat my body needed.

The hard pounding and earth-shattering orgasms weren’t too far off, though, if you ask me.

Rolling my eyes at my conscience,the whore, I wrap my towel around my body and pull the shower curtain open.

Deja vu from the motel flashes through my mind when I see Blade leaning up against the doorjamb. I gasp, my hand flying to my chest in surprise, not expecting anyone to be there.

“You scared the shit out of me,” I scold him. “You know, you have somemajorboundary issues.”

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