Page 31 of Devil's Work: Dark

She nods.

I take her hand, pulling her from the chair, and we leave. My cock weeps with happiness knowing what it’s about to get.

10

RAE

He helps me up inside the truck. I haven’t accomplished what I came here to do, only scanning about half of the faces. Plus, you know, I’m the biggest idiot on the planet because I know what he wants from me when we get back to my place.

I suppose I should’ve expected this to be the payment. Dark knows I have no money. Stupidly, I thought or hoped that he’d want me to clean the clubhouse or something. Go grocery shopping for the brothers. And when he neglected to ask anything of me, I wondered if he had a more generous heart than he let on. Now I know he was just lying in wait. Softening me up.

Inside that gymnasium marked the first time a man kissed me, touched me, since Jim died. How can he want sex? Dark’s a smart man. One look at me should’ve told him that I don’t have the experience of the women he’s used to. I already know he doesn’t stand a shot at enjoying himself as much as he would with one of the women who hang around the club.

How will I look him in the eye after? He’s my guard for the foreseeable future. How will I deal with the humiliation knowing every time he looks at me, he’s remembering how woefully out of practice I was?

It takes only minutes to get home from the school. Before I open the door, he grabs a fistful of my hair, tilting my head back. Then he moves his mouth over mine. With the tilting of my head, I expect him to move in hard, aggressive, like back in the gym. That’s not this. His mouth covers mine, but his lips press tenderly. I open to him because I can’t not. Our tongues mingle and I taste the tobacco from his cigarettes. I would have leaned into the kiss if he’d given me the chance, but he doesn’t, tugging me in to take more of him and his delicious mouth.

“Now, babe, the kids are staying at Mable’s until I’m finished with you.”

I wait for him to help me from the truck. He leads the way because he has his hand resting on my ass, pushing me forward. Green signals like he thinks he’s off duty. Dark shakes his head then helps me up the couple of steps. He unlocks the door for us. Once we’re locked inside, he spins me around, locking our lips again. He hefts me up his hips and I wrap my legs around them for him to carry me to the bedroom, where he lays me down on the mattress, covering me with his body. Undressing me comes quick and easy to a man like Dark.

His experienced hands roam with abandon. He smells salty and manly. Acutely aware of his closeness, my eyes go unfocused with every slight touch or soft movement of his hips. My pussy weeps to have him inside me.

To be touched by not just any man, but this man, after ages of nothing, I begin to forget my earlier insecurities. I’ll deal with them after. For now, I just want to feel.

“What do you want?” he growls low in my ear, tickling the skin there, causing me to squirm more.

“You,” I whisper.

He nips at the lobe, sucking it into his mouth. “No, baby.Whatdo you want?”

Trapped beneath the press of his hard body, I know exactly what I want. “I want you inside me.”

He presses his engorged length against my pussy. “I’m a biker, baby. That’s not how you talk to a biker. Don’t get my cock till you tell me you want it.”

His hot breath and proximity turn me on more than I’ve been in years, but dirty talk? I’ve never been good at or comfortable with dirty talk. But then he shifts against me again and I can’t hold back.

“I want your cock, Dark. I want you to fuck me.”

“What else?” His nostrils flare and I know this is turning him on.

What else do I want? What else would a man like Dark like to hear? I decide to ask for something I used to be too shy to ask for from Jim. “Keep me pinned. Fuck me every way you can think of fucking me, but don’t let me touch you.”

“Yeah?” he asks. His eyes light with excitement.

“Come hard inside me, but let me lick you clean. I’ve always wanted to taste myself mixed with a man.”

Dark pushes up from the bed to walk over to my dresser. He rummages around the top drawer until he finds a pair of tights. Then he undresses. Unlike how he undressed me, he takes his time because he’s not blind. I’m vibrating with the need to have this man. It’s cruel, really. Torturously cruel. The last thing he does is reach into his pocket and pull out a condom. I watch him the entire time, ripping it open and sheathing his enormous cock. I might possibly orgasm before he touches me again.

“There,” he says. “You ready?”

I lick my lips and nod.

With one knee to the bed, he leans over me, tying my wrists together with the tights from about the knee. He ties the end to the headboard slats. Using the second leg of the tights, he trusses one of my knees, leaving the other free. I soon find out that’s so he can flip me to different positions, twisting me onto my side.

He cracks his hand against my ass and when I scream, he shoves inside me. I’m trapped. Totally at his mercy, as he begins to thrust hard—so hard, and deep—so deep.

I lose myself to the sensation then—crack!He slaps the still-pinked skin of my ass again. I cry out again, but he shoves his tongue in my mouth, gripping my chin between his thumb and fingers to just shy of painful.

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