Page 32 of Devil's Work: Dark

My breathing hitches. I feel it coming on already.

“Like that, baby?” he asks through his clenched teeth. The heat in his eyes might just set the entire trailer on fire. All I can give him in return is my whimper. “Asked you a question,” he bites out. Then instead of slapping my ass, he slaps my pussy and I come harder than I’ve come in my life. But he’s not done.

As he fucks me harder, he slaps my dripping pussy again then immediately presses down on my throbbing clit. I swear to god, my eyes roll back in my head. My heart races. It’s too much. I squirm to get away, but just as I told him to do, I’m trapped by his large muscled body. There’s nowhere for me to go.

My entire body begins shaking from the intensity. That’s when I feel him stiffen more inside me right before his cockhead explodes, spilling him inside me.

I open my mouth to breathe. He pulls out roughly, rips off the condom, whipping it onto the floor and shoves his still-mostly-hard cock down my throat. It tastes salty and sweet with hints of him and me. I suck hard to get more. Dark rewards me by plunging his fingers in my pussy, tipping them forward and he begins to stroke. With his thumb, he plays with my clit again. This close to my face, I feel his balls draw up in preparation for what he’s about to give me.

I shake violently from the force of another orgasm and he unleashes a torrent of cum into my mouth, forcing me to swallow every drop.

Limply, I wait for him to untie me, which he does as soon as he comes down from his orgasm high. He rolls me so my head rests on his tatted chest.

“Ain’t had pussy that tight in years. If I didn’t know you had the kids, I’d have sworn you were a virgin. Fuck, baby—that was intense.”

In a totally un-biker move, or what I think of as un-biker, he draws my wrists, slightly red from the bindings, up to his lips, pressing soft kisses to the underside of each.

“Don’t care what I said before, Rae. It starts tonight.”

I stare up at him, lost to his touch, knowing I could lie like this, in his arms, for the rest of my life.Right. Get a grip, Rae. Stop filling your head with romantic fantasies. This is payment for his protection. Nothing more.

“What starts?” I ask.

“You and me.”

“No,” I say, sighing. “You’re amazing and I appreciate your protection more than you know, but I’ve got the kids. I can’t just pawn them off on Mable every time you want payment for services rendered.”

“You aren’t getting me. I’m not sleeping on the sofa—that’s done. I’m here. At night. In your bed.”

“Are you crazy?” I whisper-shout. “Ty can’t see you leaving my bed. He’ll get confused. He’ll start to think you’re more than the friend who’s protecting us. My son is far too young to understand what sex is, let alone the reason behind it.”

Dark rolls me onto my back by rolling on top of my body, pinning me beneath him, holding most of his weight on his arms so as not to crush me.

I start to protest until he glares at me and threatens, “Shut it. My turn to talk.”

I snap my mouth shut and wait. He doesn’t make me wait long.

“Fucking youis notpayment for services rendered. You’re not a fucking whore, baby. I got no problems with whores, but that’s not you. When you fuck me, it’s because it feels good and we both want it. I get that sometimes we’ll need to stay quiet because of the kids. I’m okay with that. The bedroom door locks, so we don’t have shit to explain to Ty.”

“But—” I start. He raises an eyebrow at me and I suck in my bottom lip to let him proceed.

“When I say you and me, I mean you’re my woman. My cock’s not touching other pussy, and swear to god, baby, just the thought of another dick coming near you makes me want to punch something.” He reaches down between us to grab me between my legs. “That pussy ismypussy. Only I get to fuck it. Only I get to lick it. You understand?”

Holy shit.

“Baby. I asked if you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He bends down to kiss me. I guess I held a lot of misguided beliefs about bikers because I never imagined them so affectionate. He kisses like a man who’s won the world championship of kissing for the last twelve years in a row. I won’t do either of the men the dishonor of comparing Jim’s kisses to Dark’s, because what Jim and I had was special in a different way. But one thing I know, I don’t think I’d ever grow tired of being kissed by Dark. “We got time to shower before we get the kids?” he asks.

Ha… I think my heart just stopped.

“Yes, Dark. We have time to shower.”

Dark pushes up from the bed, tugging me up along with him. He dips, digging into his jeans pocket as we pass them. When we get to the shower, he turns it on and gets the water to the temperature he wants before moving us into the spray. He’s beautiful all soaking wet. Because I can’t help myself, I bend in to lick the water droplets clinging to the skin right below his collarbone.

“Oh yeah?” he whispers, then he lifts me, pressing my back against the tile. I wrap my legs around his waist. The kiss he grants me is slower. His touches aren’t frantic. They’re fluid, like I’m being worshipped by his hands.

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