Fire & Brimstone (Neighbor from Hell 8)

contact to stop for anything.

“I like this talk,” she said, pulling away when her back bowed and the move caused the head of his cock to land in just the right place.

Watching as she licked her lips, he pushed forward, licking his lips as he leaned back in for a kiss while he slowly buried himself inside her. “I love this talk,” he said, flexing his hips to bury the last few inches inside her, knowing that she could take it.

“It’s not bad,” the little tease said, gasping when he reached down and grabbed her thigh, pulled her leg up and-

Finally slid home.

“This is definitely the way that we should handle all our discussions,” he decided, suddenly looking forward to every argument and discussions that she wanted to have.

“Might be a little time consuming,” she whispered on a shaky laugh.

“Probably,” he agreed as he flexed his hips, “but I think it will make morning meetings go more smoothly, don’t you think?”

“Um,” she muttered, visibly trying to focus as he pulled his hips back and then with a groan that he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, he pushed back inside her welcoming pussy, deciding that this was definitely the way to go, “what?”

Smiling, because after five years he’d finally found a way to get through the stubborn woman. “Morning meetings, sweetheart. I’m thinking that we should get rid of the couch in our office and look into getting a bed,” he suggested, really liking the idea of all those meetings that they were going to have. There were going to have to talk about venders, employees, schedules, menus, and so many other things and in so many ways.

The possibilities were endless.

“I-Oh, God!” she screamed, letting him know just how easily she could be distracted.

This could definitely work in his favor, he thought as he gave her one last kiss and sat up, deciding that it was time to set things right.

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“Wait,” she said, trying to catch her breath when the large bastard took her by surprise and sat up, taking her with him.

At least, he took her lower half with him, she amended a few seconds later when he raised her legs, placed them against his chest, and wrapped his arms around her thighs to keep her exactly where she was. Gripping the sheets, she held on as she watched Lucifer, looking determined as he licked his lips, thrust back inside of her, making he back bow and ripped a scream of pleasure from her lips.

She tried to focus, tried think about what he’d said to her, but he refused to slow down, refused to give her quarter and when he ripped that first orgasm from her, she decided right then and there that he could have anything that he wanted as long as he did that again.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Keep squeezing my cock,” he growled, guaranteeing that it was going to happen.

“Don’t stop, Christopher,” she heard herself murmuring over and over again as her eyes slid shut and her moans grew louder.

The answering growl had her whimpering and squirming on his lap, desperate for more. She wanted more, needed more and she thanked God that he seemed to realize exactly what she needed, because it was in that moment that he seemed to lose it.

One minute she was being held off the bed and fucked slowly and the next she was on her stomach with the man that she loved covering her and fucking her harder. He wrapped one arm around her and slapped his hand against the headboard in a desperate attempt to keep her from slamming into the wall with every hard thrust.

“Love you so fucking much,” he whispered hoarsely in her ear, making her toes curl and her breath catch as another orgasm took her by surprise and sent her screaming his name, which seemed to be exactly what he’d been waiting to hear.

He buried his face against hers and growled, “Rebecca,” sending her over the edge one last time and completely destroying her ability to tell him no ever again.

Sneaky bastard, she thought with a smile as she shoved him away so that she could push him onto his back, crawl back on top of him, close her eyes and decided to deal with the sneaky bastard after she took a little nap.

Chapter 57

“So,” the small woman that was going to be the death of him said as she allowed his cock to slip out of her mouth with a pop, waking him up so that she could ask, “what should we talk about?”

“I-” he started to answer, but the cruel woman apparently had no plans of letting him talk until she was ready, because she licked him from balls to tip, making it impossible for him to answer her.

“Because I was thinking about what you said last night,” she said conversationally as she wrapped her hand around his cock and gave it a squeeze.

“About getting married or the job?” he managed to get out as she continued to torment him.

“Both,” she said with a shrug as she leaned back over him and took his cock into her warm, welcoming mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned when her lips wrapped around his shaft.

“Afterwards,” she said when she pulled back after slowly letting his cock slip free from her mouth this time before adding, “if you’re good,” with a wink.

“We’re getting married,” he bit out, deciding that this whole Bradford theory on marriage was definitely the way to go since it didn’t give her an option to tell him no.

When she shrugged like it was fine and continued sucking on his cock, he decided to take that as a win and move on. “You’re also going to help me run the Fire & Brimstone,” he said, moaning as he placed his hand on her back, encouraging her to continue as he explained his plans.

“You don’t need my help,” the stubborn pain in his ass said as she released his cock to argue with him.

“Yes, I do,” he bit out, wondering why she was arguing with him now when she’d spent the last five years doing everything she could to prove that he couldn’t do it without her.

She shook her head, which he had to admit sent a very interesting sensation down his cock and pulled back so that she could keep arguing with him. “The Fire & Brimstone is yours,” she said, pissing him off.

“It’s ours,” he corrected her, deciding that maybe he should take over again if they had any hopes of getting through this conversation without killing each other.

Sitting up, he took her by surprise, picked her up and laid her across his lap so that they could clear a few things up. “Okay, let’s talk about a few things, shall we?” he asked, resting his arms across the wiggling woman as she tried to climb off his lap.

“Seriously? You’re going to manhandle me now?” she snapped, continuing with the squirming.