Page 39 of Devil's Work: Dark

Thank fuck. I start moving again.

“Yeah, baby… fucking that ass tonight. It’s mine, Rae. Letting me fuck that ass?” She nods ayesand to reward her, I add a third finger, spreading them out. The dirty of it is turning my good girl on again. Her hand drops from her clit. I slap her ass again. “I tell you to quit touching yourself?”

“No,” she gasps as she moves a trembling hand back to her clit. Shit, I’m ready to go again.

“Ready to take me, Rae?”

“Yes, please…”

With my fingers still fucking her ass and her fingers masturbating herself, I take her from behind again. Goddamn, her pussy is home. It’s where I’m supposed to be. When I come this time, I drop to my knees, bringing her down with me. My fingers dislodge before she reaches my lap. We’re a sweaty, sex mess.

Then, because I can, I pull her head back and kiss her. It turns powerful right away. Something about this woman just does it for me. I don’t understand why she’s so different. That’s what I give her with the kiss, the knowledge that she’s it for me.

She and I collapse back on the carpet, my arm around her shoulders, she rolls her body to sling her arm over my chest and her knee over my thighs. We lay like that for a bit. Quiet. Thinking.

“I never knew sex could be like that,” she whispers, and I think it’s because she used up her voice screaming my name into the mattress.

“You like that, I got more to offer you, baby.”

She turns her head away from me.

“Hey…” I tug on her arm to get her to look back at me. She won’t. What’s going on? “Talk to me, Rae. Something wrong? I hurt you?”

“Not yet.”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing,” she says.

“Bullshit, nothing. Tell me,” I demand, starting to get irritated.

“I’m starting…” She sucks in a breath, holding it. She crying?

“Starting what?”

“I’m starting to fall in love with you, Dark.”

Shit.I don’t know what to say. I don’t deserve her. I don’t deserve for her to love me. I’ve never done anything in my life to have earned the love of a woman like Rae. Women don’t love me. They use me. I use them back. Rather than mess this up by saying words that I’ll get completely wrong, I roll over to kiss her. She has to understand that I care. She’s the first woman I’ve kissed.

Eventually, she presses one more kiss to my lips, her hand pressed gently against my cheek, then pushes up from the floor. “I need to shower and whip up something to bring to your friends’ cookout.”

“You don’t need to bring anything.”

She glares at me. “Let me tell you something about women, Dark…”

I fold my arms under my head, smiling. Her eyes move from my face, down my body, stopping to check out my tattoos, and it drops lower to my cock. She blushes, making me pretty sure that her last dick didn’t let it all hang out. The problem is, the longer she stares at it, the harder it gets.

Fuck it. I sit up to grab her hips, pulling her down to ride me. She lifts my hand, pressing it to a spot over her pussy. “Press there,” she whimpers. I push down harder and her eyes roll back in her head.Shit.She begins shaking already. I take that as my cue to press even harder. The orgasm takes her hard and fast. Her mouth drops open. Her body locks. She’s a fucking goddess coming like that on my cock. Because I have to, I whip her around, back to the carpet to give me the leverage to pound harder. My turn to come.

“What… about… women?” I ask. Her entire body bounces from each of my thrusts.

“Hmm?” she asks, and I laugh.

“You… were… telling… me… about women…”

She bites her bottom lip. She’s close again. I’m close. I lift her calves to rest on my shoulders, taking her deep.

“We don’t…” she cries. “Show up… to cookouts…emptyhandedohfuck!” She shouts that last part. Her chest heaves with heavy breaths. I’m having trouble catching mine.

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