Dual Desires (Dueling Devils 1)

“Shit. So tight. Can’t wait to have you wrapped around my cock.”

She clamped her thighs together, fucking his fingers as waves of pleasure rippled through her. He angled his finger and added another, stroking a spot that made her thighs quake as a firework display went off behind her lids. He removed his fingers and sucked them into his mouth, slurping. “I knew you’d taste good. Before it’s all said and done, I’m going to sip you straight from the source.” He gripped the sides of her worn jeans and tugged, ripping them in his haste to bare her body.

“Demon,” she rasped.

He winked. “I got that name for a reason, darling. Now lift up, or your pretty pink panties will be next.”

Time distorted as they shed their clothes until suddenly, they were both nude.

“So pretty.” He ran his fingers through her neatly trimmed patch and dipped inside her core. “And wet.” Leaning down, he connected their lips as he continued to manipulate her flesh. Their tongues did battle as they ate at one another’s mouths in an animalistic manner that turned her on. How could a man make her feel like she was free falling so easily? Her walls began to flex, and he pulled out.

She ripped her mouth from his. “No!”

“Yes. Next time you come, it’s going to be around my dick.”

His vulgar language made her blush and want to beg him to fuck her at the same time. Rugged and unapologetic, the man was naughtiness personified.

“Damn I love how you look at me with those big eyes. Slightly scandalized but craving me.” He pulled back and reached into the nightstand beside them. “But don’t worry, I’m going to give it to you, Ardy. He held up the silver foil packet. “I want your hands on me. You put it on.” He watched her with hooded eyelids and fisted his dick.

She licked her lips and nodded, willing her hands to stop shaking so she could open it. He paused in mid stroke and gripped the base of his thick cock. The head was an angry red, and leaking pre-come she longed to taste. He offered his cock up like a flesh-coated lollipop, and she scrambled to her knees, leaning forward to flick at his head.

“Oh, shit.” His breathy response spurred her on. She took him deep, moving her whole body as she bobbed her head. More of his salty flavor filled her mouth, and she grew wetter. D didn’t strike her as a man who gave up much control. Being allowed to see him needy gave her a serious case of lady wood. He twined his fingers in her hair and began shallows thrusts.

“That’s it, open those beautiful lips and take me deeper.”

His velvet rumbled cast a spell. She wanted to please him. Always a quick study, she opened her throat, careful to keep their gazes locked. The approval pouring off him fueled her. He twitched.

“Shit. You’re a little too good at this.” He balled his hand in her head and pulled out. “I’m going to fuck you now, Ardy. Get on the bed, and grab the headboard.”

Excitement detonated inside her like a bomb. She slipped on the nearly forgotten condom, and they both moaned. Task done, and limbs heavy, she clumsily crawled up to the top of the bed and gripped the metal headboard. He spread her legs and nudged her pussy with his swollen head. She tensed.

“Relax, baby, I don’t want to tear you up.”

She forced her muscles to relax, and he eased inside her, one inch at a time, retreating and surging in a delicious act of torture. Frustrated, she locked her ankles, forcing him closer, and he chuckled.

“Whatever Ardy wants.” He impaled her in one hard thrust that made her grip the metal for dear life as he fucked her into the mattress. Her lungs ached, and she bit her lip until it bled holding in the screams that begged to be spilled from her lips. He was long, wide, and pushed her to the edges of her tolerance. It was everything she never knew she wanted. She met him stroke for stroke, grinding her hips into his as the pressure began to build inside her once more. She tightened around him, and Demon growled.

“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock.”

His words pushed her over the edge. She opened her mouth to scream, and his lips crashed down, muffling the cry. His body tensed, and she felt the heat of his release through the thin layer of latex. He collapsed on top of her as they caught their breath, and she knew life would never be the same.

***

D sat back and took stock of his house. Two months in, they were functioning well. Rocket had come out of his shell; Harley was learning at a breakneck pace that amazed and terrified him, and he was…sexually satisfied with a touch of caring too much. It felt good coming home from the bullshit he dealt with to happy kids, a woman who looked at him like he hung the stars, and peace. Balance and tranquility were things that had escaped him his entire life, so he wasn’t too shocked that he had to do a week long run. He ran a hand through his hair and unlocked the door.

“Dad!” Rocket and Harley ambushed him, wrapping their tiny arms around his legs as he laughed.

“Now that’s a welcome home.” He glanced over their heads and spotted Ardy. Clad in a Dueling Devil tank top and yoga pants, she looked like she belonged. But she doesn’t. Don’t forget she’s only on loan.

“Good day?” she asked as he set his saddle bags down, and the kids released their grip, allowing him room to move.

“Eventful. I have time to pack a few things, and I have to hit the road.”

Her face fell. “Oh.”

“You knew this would happen,” he said.

“Yeah, I know. We’ll be fine. I just wasn’t expecting you to say that.” She shook her head.