Captive: A Devil's Spawn MC Novel

by Natasha Thomas

  My cock is throbbing in time with the beat of my heart, and if I don’t either get her naked and underneath me, or let her go in the next few seconds, I’m liable to do something she might end up regretting. That’s the last thing I want, for her to regret a damn thing I make her feel, regret anything I do to her sweet, luscious body. I’m not willing to let her go though. I’ve waited too long to have her like this again, so my impatient dick is just going to have to wait a while longer. Not that he’s not making his disagreement with my decision known, because I’m pretty sure by the end of today I’ll have a permanent zipper imprint down the length of my shaft.

  Adelyn’s wriggling in my lap, and whimpers aren’t making it easier either. If she doesn’t stop moving I’ll be hard pressed not to strip her naked, bend her over the lounger, and fuck her hard.

  “Angel, you’ve gotta cut me some slack. I’m hard enough to pound fucking nails, if you don’t sit still you’ll find out first-hand how much cum a man can store up.”

  Gasping she settles asking,

  “What do you mean? You haven’t been…you know?”

  I know exactly what she’s asking; if I’ve been with anyone lately. The answer to that is no, I haven’t. To be honest I can’t remember the last woman I was with. That in and of itself is a fucking small miracle, but thinking on it I can’t say that I’ve missed that type of sex either. The only woman my body craves, night and day, is Adelyn’s. I highly doubt I’d be able to get hard for anyone else, and I don’t plan on testing the theory.

  “If by you know you mean have I been indiscriminately fucking my way across the state, no Angel, I haven’t.”

  “Hmmm,” she murmurs, humming the sound against my throat.

  Fucking hell. My willpower is only so strong, and that’s just snapped the last goddamned thread. Standing up I cradle her like a groom would carry his bride, and have her through the crowd, the clubhouse, down the hallway, and spread out on my bed like a feast inside of two minutes.

  Looking down on her laying there like the Angel she is has me taking stock of everything I want to do to her. Everything I want to make her feel. Everything about her I want to catalogue.

  “Take off your clothes, Angel,” I demand urgently.

  If she doesn’t hurry she’s going to have to go without the rest of the day, because I intend to rip them to shreds.

  “Um, okay, I think we should talk about this first, Max.”

  She can talk while I eat her out, it doesn’t matter to me, but I’m not waiting a minute longer to get my mouth on her sweet, pink pussy.

  “Okay baby, you talk, and I’ll lick. We’ll see whose mouth works better, yeah?”

  I reach behind my neck ripping my shirt over my head. Where it lands, fuck knows, and who cares, I won’t be needing it any time soon. Rushing through stripping myself, I toe off my boots and socks, unfasten my belt and pop the top button of my fly. Before I can refocus on the gorgeous woman waiting for me, I feel soft hands tracing the lines of my abs.

  Looking down I see Adelyn’s hands moving south. I’d like to say I’m a reformed man, and my selfish tendencies evaporated when I was faced with losing her for good, but that would be a fucking lie. I’m still just as selfish, and proof is in the way I groan encouraging her to keep going. I should be taking my time with her, showing her what she’s been missing for years, but I can’t think of anything other than the fact that Adelyn’s pouty red lips are hovering not far from the head of my cock.

  In an instant the rest of the buttons of my fly are undone, they’re peeled down my legs along with my boxers, and her mouth is wrapped firmly around my cock. Heaven. That’s what this is, and whatever I did to get here I fucking hope I never leave. The suction, the way she’s licking around the head teasing the vein down my shaft with every pass has me close to blowing already.

  Sinking my hands into her hair I attempt to ease her back a bit, I don’t want her to stop, but she needs to slow this shit down if she wants hers afterwards.

  “Jesus, Angel. Fuck. Yessss. Just like that, baby,” I say when she grips the base of my cock tightly in her hand. Peering up at me her crooked grin says it all; she’s proud of the way she’s making me lose control. As long as she knows turnabout is fair play, she can do whatever the fuck she wants.

  Doubling her efforts, Adelyn strokes in time with the motion of her mouth, drag, tug, drag, tug; her rhythm is hypnotic. It feels so good. Too good actually. All too soon I feel my balls tightening and the head of my cock start to pulse. Tugging on her hair again I disengage her mouth almost whimpering at the loss of heat.

  “I’m two seconds from cumming in your mouth, Angel. You don’t want that to happen lie back, and let me take care of you.” That’s the only warning she’s going to get. It’s up to her what she does with it.

  What I don’t expect is for her to yank her hair from my grip, grab my thighs, and guide my dick back into the warm cavern of her mouth. Hitting the back of her throat in one thrust I know I’m done for. Throwing back my head extending my neck I grunt out her name.

  “Adelyn. Angel. Fuck, keep going.”

  Using her mouth and tongue to milk my orgasm from me, I’m a bit worried she’ll fucking choke. I haven’t cum so hard, and so long in years, since the last time I was with her, I’m not sure she’ll be able to take it all. But she surprises me again by swallowing the lot. Well, all of it bar the tiny dribble that escapes the corner of her mouth, which I helpfully use my thumb to capture, feeding it to her like the delicacy it is.

  When I’ve regained the use of my legs and can take in some such needed oxygen, I grab her under her arms, tossing her further on to the bed. If she thinks after that amazing fucking blow job this is going to go slow and easy, she’s got another thing coming.

  Scooting back against the pillows, I notice she got half-done ridding herself of her clothes. Like the helpful man I am, I quickly divest her of the rest stripping her jeans and panties down her thighs in one smooth motion. I don’t take note of what she’s wearing, if her panties are thong, or the boy shorts I fucking love her in, all I can see each and every creamy inch of skin I’ve uncovered.

  Adelyn’s got the most decadent porcelain skin, and I would love nothing more than to spend the next week exploring all of it, but she and I both know that’s going to have to wait. Just as I’m about to lower my body to hers my fingers encounter something that wasn’t there before. Something I should’ve noticed, taken note of, as soon as she took her shirt off.

  Scars…one on the left of her belly button, and two on the right. Scars that make her even more beautiful to me, because she survived. Because she was strong enough to pull through even when she believed all was lost. Scars that I will never get enough of worshipping, because without them we wouldn’t be here today. It sounds fucking stupid, but it’s true.

  If Adelyn had gone on to have Dakota, if I’d continued acting like the asshole I was to her, which mark me, would’ve happened, I have no doubt I would’ve lost her forever. That shit would’ve gone on too long, dug too deep for me to dig my way out of it. There would’ve been no hope for us, so even though those scars are fucking heart breaking, what they came from, what they signify, they also mark the start of the beginning for us.

  “Are they ugly? Do you hate them, or me for not keeping her safe?”

  How could I not have recognised how much my Angel suffered? How could I put myself first and her last? Shame is not a feeling I’m accustomed too, but when it comes to her question it rears its head with a vengeance.

  “No, baby, they aren’t ugly, and I could never hate them, or you. You lived, Adelyn. You lived so that I could live too, because without you isn’t any kind of fucking life, baby. No life at all,” I murmur as I stroke across the raised lines of skin.

  “But I didn’t…” The look of despair is one I’m familiar with, I’ve seen it in the mirror enough times to know it well, so I stop her from saying whatever was going to come next.

  “Angel, don’t you dare t
hink your life isn’t worth just as much, more, than our baby girls. Without you she wouldn’t have been given life to begin with, so the way I see it you created a miracle, even if we don’t have her here with us now.” Running my fingertips up her soft taut belly to her magnificent tits, I start tweaking her nipple to redirect her thoughts. I want her to focus on us, on what we’re doing right now. Not the past and all the shit that comes with it. This is our chance to start fresh, and as much as it pains me, we have to let Dakota go.

  “You would’ve been a wonderful mother to her, you know that right?” Her tentative nod makes me smile. “She would’ve loved you so much, baby, but it’s time. I said goodbye to her yesterday. I went to see her again, I was going pretty much every day for a while there, and I said goodbye for the last time. The next time I go I want you to come with me, but when we go, and we will go Angel, I want us to tell her how happy her parents are together, how much we love each other.” Tears prick the surface of her eyes with a few spilling over, running down her cheeks. “I want her to look down on us, and see that something good came from something bad. I need her to know I’ll love and protect her mother until my last breath leaves my body, and I’ll keep protecting her after that too. I need you to know, that no matter what happens from here on out I’m going to make sure you don’t cry another tear that isn’t from happiness, and you don’t go a day without hearing me tell you I love you, because I do, Adelyn Pippa London, I love you more than I know what to do with.”

  She’s sobbing beneath me now, and while the honourable thing to do would be to let her process everything I’ve said, let her cry it out in my arms, I need her to feel everything I’ve just said to her more, so I wrap her legs around my hips and slowly sink into her in one solid push.

  Her startled intake of breath has my head snapping up, and my eyes locking on hers. I’m scanning to see if I’m hurting her, if I’ve done the wrong thing and read the situation wrong, but when she lifts her small hand to caress my face, trace the contour of my bottom lip, I know I’ve finally made the right choice when it comes to her. I’ve finally found a way to show her what I can never put into words, and I know she can feel what my body’s telling her.

  The way her hips are moving in time with the speed of my thrusts, the spasms rippling the walls of her tight as shit pussy, and the moans she’s trying to disguise by biting my pillow tell me everything I need to know…she loves me too.

  Hiking her legs higher to rest on my shoulders I piston in and out of her like a man possessed, I don’t need to worry about whether she can take it or not if the way she’s crying my name, and the way her fingers are biting into the muscle of my ass are anything to go by. So finally, fucking finally I let go of the control I’ve fought for years to command, and I give it over to her. I give her everything. Every part of me, and not once does she stop looking directly into my eyes, seeing what I’m giving her Adelyn takes it all and doesn’t falter.

  I’ve been scared shitless that once she sees the real me, the man behind the mask that she’ll run from me. I didn’t want to frighten her with the intensity I know I possess, and the last thing she needed was a man who had the single focus of owning her mind, body, and soul. Because that’s what I want. I want to be the man who owns her, and when I do I don’t have any intention of letting her go, or allowing anyone or anything to take her from me.

  “Give in to it, Max, let it take you. I’m not going anywhere, honey,” she feels it alright. She knows what I need, and she’s giving me free reign to take it. Her voice mixed with the cherry scent of her shampoo, the lingering smell of soap on her skin, the way her eyes dance with love, and the feel of her surrounding me with her arms pushes me that last inch. Rising to my knees, I can only describe what I’m doing to her as rutting, slamming in and out of her, bottoming out at her cervix with every snap of my hips.

  The walls of her pussy convulse rapidly, squeezing, milking, demanding I cum inside her. Adelyn head is thrown back, the smooth column of her throat exposed, and it’s too much temptation not too lean in and stake my claim, so I do. Sucking the soft flesh of her neck into my mouth, hard, I make sure I leave a mark that’ll last for days telling everyone she’s mine.

  Using my free hand I tweak the tight bud of her nipple, and watch the pretty blush spread down her neck and across her chest. The way she blushes for me, even at innocent things, which this certainly is not, is a huge fucking turn on. Every time she does it I’m hard as stone, and this time’s no different.

  With a few more thrusts I lose my rhythm altogether, and the dance our bodies were doing seconds prior becomes more of a race to the finish. Roughly squeezing her whole tit in my hand I start grinding my hips into hers while she rubs herself frantically against me seeking her second release. The rasp of the hair around my cock gives her just enough friction to have her mouth fly open soundlessly as her pussy walls clamp down so hard on my cock I’m scared it’s going to snap the fuck off.

  I remove my hand from her tit, which is almost sad if it wasn’t going someplace even better, and slide it between our bodies reaching where we’re joined flicking her clit. She’s just finished one orgasm when I do, and the sharp sting of pain mixed with pleasure sends her flying all over again.

  My cock doesn’t have the first fucking clue what to do with her intense climax, neither do I. Seeking out her eyes again I thrust three final times stilling when I feel the cum rushing up my shaft, and pumping into her in thick, hot waves. If I thought the orgasm she gave me with her mouth was fan-fucking-tastic, the one she’s giving me with her cunt is out of this fucking world giving my no choice but to roar,

  “Angel.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  Adelyn

  Haunted – Evanescence

  In all the times I’ve dreamed of what it would be like to be with Max again, all the times I daydreamed about losing myself in him and him me, I never thought it would be anything like this. It’s hard to believe the human body has the capacity for pleasure like he just gave me, and I’m almost positive that if I came like that every day I’d probably die prematurely, but there’s not a chance in hell I’ll let that stop me from getting naked with him at every possible opportunity. Actually fuck getting naked, if he wants to take me against a wall fully clothed I won’t object.

  By the time we’ve both regained our breath, and our heart rates have gone back to semi-normal, I’m tucked tightly under his arm with my head pillowed on his thickly muscled chest. If anyone ever tells you that men don’t get sexier with age you have my express permission to tell them to fuck off, and to go and die in a hole. I can assure you Max has gotten even hotter since the last time I was with him, if he got any better looking I’d have to tie him up and never let him out of the house, he’s that hot.

  “What are you thinking about, Angel, you’re scowling into thin air?” The sexy rasp of his voice has my girly bits tingling, so much so I have to will myself not to jump on top of him and ravish him all over again. Mmmmm, yummy.

  Huffing I say,

  “Nothing.”

  Chuckling he prods,

  “Don’t give me that female nothing bullshit, baby. I’ve been around enough women in my life time to know that’s a load of crap. What’s got that pretty face twisted?”

  Asshole. It would’ve been nice if he hadn’t brought up his knowledge of women and their secret lady language. Actually it would have been nice if he hadn’t brought up other women at all while he’s in bed with me.

  “Well, I was thinking about how sexy you are, and that I might have to tie you up to keep you from being molested by all the horny women in town, so I can keep you all to myself, but now I’m thinking about you and other women. So thanks for that,” I say with a sneer.

  Laughing he rolls me over to my back in one swift movement effectively pinning me underneath him. Dick. I slap his chest a few times telling him to move, but as usual Max does what Max wants not budging an inch, and pressing his hardening cock against my dripping opening. Cup
ping my chin with one of his huge hands he turns my face to his.

  “You think I want anyone else when I have you in my bed?” He punctuates his question by slamming inside me hard making me gasp at his intrusion. “You think I think about other women when I have the most perfect woman in the world in my arms?” He withdraws and thrusts in again. “You think another woman can come close to making me feel what you do?”

  By this point I’m panting and couldn’t answer him if I tried, so I let a moan slip in response. Max is so big, so hard, I feel like he’s going to split me in half, but it’s an exquisite pleasure/pain that only he can give me, one I know I’ll crave forever. Getting to his knees he drags me up his thighs until I’m sitting on his lap while he’s still kneeling in the center of the bed.

  “You have no fucking idea do you?” Not waiting for me to answer he grunts, “You fucking own me, Angel. Every. Single. Piece.” His last three words are emphasised by him yanking me down on his cock until I can feel the beginnings of my orgasm roll through me.

  I can feel him thickening, pulsing faster inside me, and I know he’s getting close to his own release when I say directly into his ear,