Page 21 of Devil's Haunting
Kiki pouts and proceeds to fuck herself harder with her fingers, adding a third to the mix as if it is going to do a damn thing to help this situation.
“Nope,” Cherise snaps and then pushes past whoever is behind us. When she breaches the room, she looks at Laiken and studies her face for a moment. Whatever she sees there has her nodding and winking. Then Cherise steps up next to the bed,grips Kiki’s hair and hauls her off without a single fucking care that her body slams against the floor. “You clearly have forgotten your place, Kiki. Everyone knows Hammer hasn’t touched an angel in a long fucking time and there’s no way he would have wanted you to be here waiting for him. Not when he has a woman.”
Kiki shrieks, “What? What woman?” She looks at Laiken and sneers, “Blondie over there can’t handle Hammer. She’s not built for this life.”
Laiken glances up at me and I give her a small nod. She then steps closer to where Cherise still has a hold of Kiki’s hair. The slap that rings out through the room sounds like it stings, but no one flinches. Actually, I don’t need to look to know everyone is grinning from ear to ear.
Laiken stands at her full height, crosses her arms across her chest, and looks down at Kiki. “I can handle my man just fine, but thanks for your concern. In fact, I handled him twice today and now you’ve put off the third time. But don’t worry, once we clean out the stench of skank, we’ll be picking up right where we left off.”
Cherise barks out a laugh before dragging a now cursing and shrieking Kiki out of the room. Everyone parts for her and then follows to ensure the trash is taken care of properly or maybe for the show. I know it’ll be done. Kiki will be gone because this crossed so many damn lines it borders on ridiculous.
“Fresh sheets are in the closet,” Cherise calls out over her shoulder.
The moment everyone is clear, I slam the door to my room closed. My hands move quickly to strip my woman from thewaist down. Then I haul her up into my arms and press her back against the door.
“We need to change those sheets,” Laiken spits, her words angry and filled with venom.
“We will,” I vow.
I reach between us, undo my jeans, and push them down just enough to free my cock. Then, before she knows what is happening, I’m buried inside of my woman balls deep.
The scream that comes out of her is a mix of pleasure and pain. It’s just what I want Kiki and everyone else to hear as I take my woman. They need to know. She’s mine and I’m not letting her go.
“That’s it, my little Mischief-maker,” I growl as I start to fuck her hard and fast against the door, “let everyone hear who you belong to.”
“Fuck, Tripp,” she shouts out as I grip her hip and angle it just right to ensure the head of my cock drags against her g-spot as I fuck her.
I grunt as I pound into her harder and faster.
She grips the longer hair at the crown of my head and wrenches my head in such a way to ensure our gazes meet. She snarls, “You better not want that fucking skank.”
“Never,” my voice comes out as a gentle coo. “It’s been a long fucking time since I touched anyone, especially an angel. There was no hope of me even thinking about her after I met you. And you know exactly where I’ve been, Laiken,” I remind her.
“Good,” she breathes out.
Her heels dig into my ass like spurs and she releases my hair to bring both of her hands down to my shoulders. She grips my cut hard; her grey eyes locked with mine.
I fuck her harder and faster, needing her to fall apart in my arms, needing to erase the last few minutes.
“Yes,” she moans fucking loudly, “right there.”
My balls draw up and my lower back tingles with the need to let go. There is something magical about my woman’s tight fucking pussy.
“Fucking tight,” I grit out through my teeth. When I fill her again, I rotate my hips against her clit and demand, “Come now.”
The scream that comes out of her as the walls of her pussy squeeze my length and milk the cum right from my balls is loud as fuck and sounds like music to me. It reverberates around us, echoing and building until it breaks, and she slumps in my arms as a panting mess.
“Fucking beautiful,” I groan, the last rope of cum splashing against her walls.
I kiss her hard, wanting her to feel just what she means to me, what she’ll always mean to me. She melts against me, her limbs clinging to me. The kiss is slow and sweet, but the weight of it wraps around us and erases everything but each other.
Just as it should be.
We’ll change the sheets and then I’ll take her again on the bed. Fuck, I’ll take her until neither of us can move anymore.
“By the time I’m done with you tonight,” I murmur against her lips, “my cum will be dripping from you for days and you’ll know you’ve been claimed.”
“I know who I belong to,” she slurs, clearly love drunk, with a little giggle at the end.
