Boogeyman's Dream (Devils Rejects MC 2)
Shelly is mine but soon she’ll belong to my beast too. The demons of my past that haunt me will claim her and there is nothing I can do stop it now that the seed has been planted.
Tonight won’t be about that though.
Tonight is about Shelly and Charlie.
Two people feeling lost.
Two people who need to feel connected and not so fucked up.
I sink a finger inside her and her hips arch, bucking up off the cushion as she whimpers from my touch. I finally get her nipple in my mouth, loving the sweet taste of her hardening bud. Lacing her fingers through my hair she tugs recklessly, pulling hard on the strands. If she keeps this shit up, I’ll be bald.
One hand moves to my cheek and she says, “It feels smooth. I like it.”
I’m not sold on what she did but if it makes her happy I’ll keep it. For now.
The couch isn’t big enough for what I want. I need to bury my tongue in her pussy, taste her sweet nectar on my tongue as she gets off.
After removing her shirt, I pull her up from the couch. Her naked body molding into mine as though we were made for each other. A perfect fucking fit.
Tucking my thumb under her chin, I tilt her head upward. I stare deep into her caramel eyes. Trust radiates from them. It’s too bad that this is all a lie and soon, very soon, I will have to go back to being the Boogeyman. When she realizes that I lied and took what she gave me anyway knowing what I do, she will hate me. Rightfully so but at least we will have tonight.
One night where none of it fucking matters.
Pressing my lips to her soft full ones, I breathe in her taste and allow myself to get lost in the smoothness of her skin. Her tongue sweeps alongside mine in a well executed union.
The vanilla scent of her skin envelops my senses. It is a smell I will never forget as I take her in my arms.
Wrapping her legs around my waist, her hot pussy sears my skin as it pulses with need.
I carry her toward the bedroom, but we only make it halfway before I am slamming her against the wall and thrusting inside her. I couldn’t resist her hot little cunt rubbing against me. Slick and ready to be fucked properly.
Shelly’s velvet heat wraps around me, squeezing tight.
She moans into my mouth as her body moves up and down the wall, taking me in eagerly, accepting every brutal thrust as I ram into her body again and again. I tried to take it slow. To be gentle, but nothing about me is sweet.
Goddamn she feels like a bit of Heaven amongst my Hell. I’m the fucking devil and she’s a dirty little bitch as she begs for my cock. “Harder,” she cries.
Trembling against me she digs her nails into my back.
“Fuck,” I roar as she draws blood. Her teeth nip and suck at my bottom lip as I slow my pace.
I’m damn close to getting off, but I need her cumming first.
Moving her away from the wall I move us into the bedroom. I lay her out on the sheets and spread her thighs.
When I brush my lips over her pulsing bundle of nerves her taste melts on my damn tongue like fucking sugar.
This woman is better than any cocaine bliss I have ever felt.
Chapter Nineteen
—Shelly—
Charlie is between my thighs licking me from my clit to my ass, savoring my taste like it is the last bite of his dessert. He makes me feel so damn alive. Like I could set the world on fire and not even care that I have no damn memory. I’m making new memories with him. Maybe we can have a fresh start.
Together.
I get this sense that he has been through some fucked up shit. The more I stare at his tattoos, I realize they do tell his story. A story of loss. His stepsister must have meant a lot to him. I’m glad that whatever the threat I was facing was, that he was the man to save me.