Divine Assistant

She grabbed a notepad from the nightstand and wrote, “Your costume is in the closet. You’re a devil.” She read it then crushed the paper into a ball, not liking the way it sounded and wrote another that read, “Poor Miss MacFadden, she’ll have a devil of a time tomorrow.”

She reread it three times and was just starting to like the sound of it when she felt a pair of strong, familiar hands wrap tersely around her hips and pull her back against a big, warm body.

“I missed you,” he whispered against her ear, his breath moist and hot.

“Holden.” Closing her eyes, she lifted her hand to cup his cheek while he planted a damp, ardent kiss on her earlobe. The day’s stubble on his jaw scraped the flesh on her palm, a striking contrast to the smooth, tingling touch of his tongue on her ear.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t wait for me,” he breathed, rubbing his thumbs along the slightly protruding bones of her pelvis in slow, dizzying motions.

“I was just about to leave,” she confessed, opening her eyes and staring unseeingly at the wallpaper bathed in the soft glow of the lamplight. At his nearness, at the smell of his musky male scent and the heat of his body seeping into her clothes, she turned pliant and weak and could do nothing but lean back against him. His grip tightened on her hips and she felt, rather than heard, a low vibration in his chest. Just being here, so near him, made heat curl and twirl in her insides, spiraling out in undulant waves to every nerve ending in her body. “I’m glad I didn’t leave, Holden. I wanted to see you so much.”

“Hmmm…” He rubbed the fabric-clad, rigid length of his erection between the cleft of her buttocks. “You feel so good. I couldn’t wait to come to you, touch you.”

Cupping her breasts over the soft fabric of her shirt, he playfully swirled his thumbs around her nipples. Moaning, she arched backward, resting the back of her head on his shoulder, her blinded eyes settling on the plain white ceiling above before closing. He tilted his head sideways and captured her lips with his, kissing her slowly and thoroughly. She sighed into his mouth, kissing him back with complete and total abandon.

Groaning at the scalding contact of their tongues, his fingers dug into her breasts, clutching them hard as he deepened the kiss.

Lucy’s body rested back against his in a limp, nearly dead state. But she wasn’t dead…she was very much alive, with hundreds of otherworldly sensations ricocheting inside her. Colors in every hue imaginable, from blue to bright, blinding red, swam past the curtains of her closed eyelids and jolts of fire traveled through her blood in torrents.

With one hand still clamped possessively around her breast, he slid his other down to rub her sex through the fabric of her skirt. Growling at the obtrusive material, he used both hands to unzip it and thrust it down to the floor. He fumbled with his pants and within seconds they fell to the floor with the loud, telling thump of his belt buckle. A low sound of desire tore through her lips when his demanding cock rubbed against her butt cheeks and his hand skimmed past her belly and slowly pulled her panties down past her hips. The flimsy material fully cooperated by sliding the rest of the way down her legs, where she kicked them off eagerly.

Not one to waste precious time, Holden cupped her pussy, pressing the heel of his hand against the nub, his touch sending a jolt of electricity down her spine. Wantonly rocking her hips against his hand, she urged his thumb as it grazed her curls, seeking to toy with her clit. When he found it and circled it with his thumb, she cried out in pleasure and shoved her butt back against him in urgency.

“Easy baby,” he soothed against her ear, but he didn’t really mean it, because his body was shaking hard with desire and his breaths were coming too fast.

The back of her legs caressed the full front of his and Lucy briefly marveled at the perfect fit of his dick as it pressed against the comfortable dip between her buttocks. What would it feel like to have him slide inside her other…?

She didn’t have to wonder long. Slowly, torturously slowly, he entered her from behind at the same moment his finger slipped into her wet, slippery sex. She yelped in a mixture of agony and bliss at this new, wondrous, unexpected double invasion.

“Am I hurting you?” he rasped hotly against her ear, withdrawing his dick slowly.

“No,” was all she could say, and even that single word, uttered in the throes of her passion, managed to sound hot and bothered and horny.

When he grazed his teeth over the back of her neck and slid his cock inside her again, burying himself deeper, she cried a low, husky, “Yes!”

She had never been taken this way. It was brutal and primitive and erotic. He was everywhere. His cock slowly sinking between the mounds of her buttocks, pushing her ass wide and frightfully open for him, while his finger, strong and determined, slipped into her creamy, swollen sex and his mouth claimed her neck and ears and now, as she twisted her neck sideways, her lips. His kiss was searing, savage and starved.

He filled and stroked her ass in the same way his finger filled her pussy, and all she knew was that she loved it, loved this wild, primitive pose. A pose arising out of instinct, stemming from a basic animal need to mate and join, where the male possesses the female wildly, fiercely, in an uncontested, elemental way of saying “mine”.

The raw emotion in his voice rasped her flesh when he spoke. “No one’s ever going to hurt you. You’re mine now.”

He uttered the words as if he’d read her thoughts. Sliding his finger out of her pussy and cupping her hips with his hands, he held her in place with an iron-clad grip while he slowly sank his cock farther, deeper into her ass. Blazing red-hot desire pierced her insides, twisting, blinding desire. Each time he fully sheathed his penis inside her ass, Lucy could feel the soft sac of his scrotum rub against her wet slit, tempting her with that fleeting touch for a wistful moment only to withdraw for a long, dizzying second, until he rammed his cock back in her ass again and sent his balls brushing temptingly against her pussy once more.

Moaning in need and sheer, utter horniness, Lucy folded her body and clutched the edges of the nightstand, her knuckles turning white from the effort as she pushed back against him, wanting him deep inside her.

He bent forward with her, tugging her earlobe with his teeth as he breathed hot, damp air into her ear, the loud, harsh sounds of his breathing proving an indisputable aphrodisiac to her already hotter-than-fire senses.

The tension was excruciating, the torment unbelievable. “Holden,” she gasped when he settled his cock deep in her ass and slipped one hand around to her pussy again, expertly thrusting two fingers inside, bending them rhythmically when he reached her core. The strong, twisting moves of his fingers took her sweaty, fevered

body to a high point.

“Come, Lucy,” he murmured hotly. “Come for me, beautiful.”

She came in his hand before he even finished the words, spasms racking and shaking her body in a wild tornado of emotions. She heard his loud, deep cry of passion and felt him enter her one last time before he followed her, shooting his come inside her.

For several seconds they stood there, his cock still inside her, his hand possessive on her sex, his face buried in the crook of her neck as they both fought to recapture their breaths.

“You’re sleeping with me tonight, Miss Divine, and that’s an order,” he said gruffly, planting a kiss on her temple as soon as he’d recovered. Lucy smiled at that and reached for her skirt on the floor, briskly pulling it on.