by Sam Crescent
She placed a hand to her head. “Please, enough.”
“I know what you’re going through. This is exactly what I’ve been dealing with, baby. There’s nothing we can do with what’s going on. Gonzalez has all the cards, and I’m going to take them away one by fucking one.”
Lexie turned in his arms and placed her palms against his chest. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”
He shook his head. “No, I’m not going to get myself killed.” She felt his hand on her stomach. “I’ve got to stay alive to see this little scrap come into the world.”
She smiled, resting her head against his chest. His large arms banded around her, keeping her strong. “The thought of anything happening to you makes me sick to my stomach.”
Devil kissed the top of her head, not saying anything.
“What’s your plan?” she asked, when the silence suddenly became unbearable.
“Do you really want to know our plan?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He took her hand and walked her through the main clubhouse toward the back. Devil closed the office door, flicking the lock into place. He released her hand and moved toward his desk.
Tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear, she stared at him, waiting.
“I can’t tell you exactly what I’m going to do, but I can tell you that I’m going to set some plans in motion that will lead up to us leaving.”
“Are there going to be more people killed?”
“Yes. I’m taking out any fucker related to Gonzalez. He’s got people on the force, and there’s a couple of pimps hanging around. Torturing Donovan revealed he’s keeping several girls and pimps at Jerry’s old place.”
She gasped, pressing a hand to her lips. “Does this man have no fucking respect?”
“No, he doesn’t. This is what I’m talking about, Lex. He’s got to be stopped otherwise there’s going to be a lot more of our women in the hospital.” He stepped and looked down at his feet. “Judi’s in the hospital because of this fucker, and thinking of her broken and beaten like that, sucks.” He shook his head, annoyed. “I can’t let another woman go through what she went through. Ripper’s by her side, and I know he won’t be coming with us this coming week. He’s staying behind. Can you imagine us without Curse, Pussy, even myself?”
“Devil?”
“No, you don’t understand. When it comes to you, baby, I can’t think straight. You mean that much to me, and Gonzalez knows it. He wants shit done by me, and all he has to do is threaten you.” He stepped back up to her. Devil ran his fingers through her hair, locking the strands around his fingers.
“Then you’ve got to make sure he doesn’t know what hold he has over you.” She touched his cheek, feeling the roughness from the day’s growth.
“He already knows what kind of hold he’s got over me, baby. It’s now up to me that I make sure he doesn’t get a chance like he did this morning.”
The mention of this morning had her drawing in a breath.
“Don’t mention this morning,” she said, pulling away from him.
Devil still held her hair in his hands, so there was no chance of her getting away. Staring into his eyes, she saw the depth of his emotion. On the outside, Devil was this rough, hard biker, yet on the inside, when no one was watching, he was this tender man. His heart was bigger than anyone she’d known, especially when it came to the club and her.
“Do you know I wasn’t even tempted to kill him,” Devil said.
“You can’t say that. I saw your finger on the trigger, Devil. You can’t lie like that.”
“I’m not lying. I’m telling you the truth. I wasn’t tempted to kill him because I knew you would die. Don’t get me wrong, Lex. If he didn’t have you then I’d have shot that bastard in the face.” He tilted her head back.
With his free hand, he ran a finger over her lips.
The tension in the room changed. The air became almost charged.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.
Her body grew hot from the slightest touch of his fingers.
“Why? This is going to be our last chance for some time. I’ve got a lot of plans,” he said.
She knew there was a risk that he was going to die.
Running her hand up and down his chest, she tried to think of a good enough argument as to why he shouldn’t do it.
“I wish there was something I could tell you to stop this. I don’t want you to put yourself at risk or for you to get hurt.”
He tugged on the strands of her hair, pulling her head back.
“I’ll always be here, and I’ve made sure you’ll be protected if this doesn’t go my way. You’ll want for nothing when you’re with me.” He ran the back of his knuckles against her cheek.
“I don’t want you to tell me what I can have even if you died, Devil.”
“When you were pregnant with Josh, I had no choice but to think about life without you.” He caressed the rounded curve of her stomach. “You told me that I’d have to love our child, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to bear looking at a child, even mine, who killed you.”
When she first heard Devil mention that he couldn’t love any child who killed her, she’d had an issue with it. She couldn’t handle the stress of worrying about if he could love their child or not.
“Come with me,” he said.
Lexie followed him out of the office and up the stairs toward their room. No one stopped them as they passed. All the men were sipping at beers. There were no parties going on, their somber faces showing the risk that they were all under. The drugs were no longer present, and the sweet-butts had been sent on their way until it was safe.
None of the men paid them any attention. After she followed Devil up to their room, he pulled her inside, pressing her against the closed door.
His lips were on hers seconds later. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, going across her lips then sliding in deep.
She moaned, loving the taste of him as he exploded on her tongue.
“I fucking love you,” he said, muttering the words against her mouth. Tugging at his shirt, he had to pull away so that she could rid his body of the material.
Scoring his chest with her nails, she moaned as he tore her shirt open. Buttons sprayed either side of her as he tore the fabric from her.
Lexie wore a plain white lace bra with a matching pair of panties.
“Fuck, I love you in this set.” He dragged the straps of her bra down her arms. Her tits spilled out of the top. Devil reached around behind her to unclip her bra.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she cried out as he picked her up banding his arms around her waist. His lips were on hers as he turned her toward the bed.
Devil placed her on her feet at the base of their bed. The lights were turned low enough for them to see each other.
He pushed her skirt down her thighs. She stepped out of it as she tugged at the button of his jeans.
“I love you, too,” she said.
Within seconds they were naked. She stared at the rock hard length of his cock. He stood out, hard, proud, and the tip was leaking pre-cum.
Gripping the length, she ran her thumb over the tip, watching him growl.
Sinking to her knees, she stared up the length of his body. “If this is going to be our last time together until all of this is over then I want it to be memorable.” She leaned forward, sliding her tongue over the tip. The taste of his pre-cum slid across her tongue.
Closing her eyes, she moaned around the taste of him.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect.” He stroked her hair, running his fingers through the length. Devil held the back of her head as he pumped in and out of her mouth.
She sucked him in deep, loving the feel of him hitting the back of her throat. “You’re so fucking sexy taking my cock.”
Swallowing the tip down, she closed her eyes and simply allowed herself to feel what he was doing.
“That’s it. Fuck
, I love the feel of your tongue on me.” He pulled out until only the tip remained inside. “Stroke me,” he said.
Lexie tongued the tip, taking as much of his pre-cum into her mouth as she could. She relished the taste of him as he glided along her tongue. Moaning, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft and sucked more of him inside. Pulling away, she ran her tongue along the vein of his cock, going back to the head to suck him back into her mouth.
She loved sucking Devil’s cock. He tugged on her hair in the most delightful of ways. This was what she never wanted to stop. The way he touched her, the pleasure consuming both of them as he took what he wanted.
“Move your hands away.”
Dropping her hand to her lap, she held her head still as he fucked her mouth. Staring up at him, she found his gaze focused on her.
“You’ve no idea how fucking hot and sexy you look with your lips around my cock.” He grunted the words out. The cords of his neck stood out as he thrust his hips into her mouth.
Devil pulled out of her mouth and fisted his cock.
“I want your cock, Devil,” she said, licking her lips.
“You know exactly how to drive me crazy.”
She shoved his hand away, taking hold of his cock and bobbing her head on the length.
“Fuck.” Devil spat out the curse.
Smiling, she reached between her thighs to touch herself. Her clit was swollen, and the smallest touches had her shaking with need.
“You’re driving me crazy on purpose,” he said.
She wasn’t doing anything he didn’t want.
When he could stand it no longer, he tugged on her hair, pulling her to her feet. The way he held onto her hair wasn’t painful. Devil was all about the control with his touch.
“Didn’t you like what I was doing?” she asked.
“You know I liked it. I don’t want to come inside your mouth when I finally blow. I want to be buried deep into your pussy or ass.” He pushed her to the bed making her yelp.
This was the man she married, and the pure devil inside was starting to show through. For tonight she’d let all the bad memories fade away and simply love being with him.
Together in the room, Lexie stared at him, allowing all the pains and problems to disappear.
Devil stood with his rock hard body on full display. Her mouth watered for another taste of him.
“Open your legs.”
Leaning back on her hands, she spread her legs wide so he could see what he wanted to see.
“Is this good enough, sir?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at him.
“Spread your lips open. I want to see your clit and your cunt.”
His words were rough, but they turned her on all the more.
Reaching between her thighs, she spread open the lips of her sex to show him what he wanted to see.
“Push a finger inside.”
Lexie did as he asked, pressing her longest finger inside her. She was soaking wet to the touch.
“Add another finger.”
She loved it when he started to bark out orders toward her, especially when they were alone in the bedroom. The doors were locked, and no one knew what either of them was like here.
“Slide them out and hold them up to me.”
He took hold of her wrist as she held her soaked fingers for him to see.
“You’re soaking wet. Do you want my cock?” he asked.
She nodded. “You know I do. You’re the only man I want,” she said.
Devil turned her hand this way and that, inspecting her cream soaked fingers. She gasped as he drew both fingers into his mouth, sucking her cream off. “Tasty,” he said.
“Touch yourself again.”
He took a step back giving her the space so that he could watch while she did as he instructed.
Adding a third finger inside her pussy, she pressed her thumb to her clit, crying out at the instant shot of pleasure rushing through her body.
Devil batted her hand away. “No, I didn’t say you could touch your pussy. The only instruction I gave you was to touch your pretty cunt.” He stood, looking down at her, clearly contemplating what he was going to do next.
She thrust her chest out, hoping to distract him from whatever torture he had.
“I know how to deal with you.”
He moved away from the bed to go to the drawers at the far side of the wall. She watched him, curious to see what he had hidden from her. Devil turned around holding a silk length of rope.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“This gives me the chance to do whatever I want to you without you interrupting me or stopping me.”
****
Devil tied one end of the silk rope to the head of the bed. The wooden headboard gave him a perfect angle to tie the rope. He tested the binding, and satisfied that she wouldn’t be able to get free, he followed the rope down. Placing her hands together, he stared into her eyes. He expected to see fear, but all he saw was lust mixed with anticipation. She wanted this as much as he did.
His cock was fucking painful with how hard he was. He didn’t know how he was going to survive the night without embarrassing himself first.
Tying the rope around her wrists, he made sure she wasn’t in any pain or that the rope wasn’t loose enough for her to pull out of.
Her breathing deepened with every second that passed. Devil was captured by the trembling of her tits as she took each indrawn breath. Was she nervous? Excited?
“Pull your hands, test it.” Devil watched as she tugged on the rope. She didn’t move, nor did she cry out in pain. The ropes kept her in place so he could have his wicked way with her. “Perfect. I can now do whatever I like to you.”
He reached out to touch her face. She stared back at him without saying any words. Caressing her cheek, he slid his fingers down to her neck. He felt her pulse beating rapidly against his fingers.
“Do you like being restrained?” he asked, unable to resist.
She nodded her head. “Yes.”
“You enjoy being at my mercy.”
Again, she nodded, confirming what he knew.
Moving from her neck, he stroked down to her left breast. He circled the hard nipple watching the bud harden at the smallest of touches. She was such a responsive woman. Even after all these years together, she came alive under his touch.
Pinching her nipple, he moved toward the right one, circling the bud until she was rock hard. When he pinched this bud she released a scream for him to hear.
Smiling, as she arched up to his touch but could go no further, Devil withdrew his hand from her body.
“I think I’m going to start adding in more rope, baby. I like being able to touch and look at you without you moving.”
Her stomach shook even though he hadn’t touched her. Fisting his cock, he admired her body. The curves called to him to touch and explore. Every time with Lexie was like the first time, hot, hard, and utterly unforgettable.
“Please, Devil, don’t torture me.”
She stared at him, waiting.
Placing his hand between her breasts, he stroked down to her belly button.
“This body is mine. I can do whatever the hell I want with you. Who do you belong to?” he asked.
“I belong to you.”
He stroked the curve of her stomach, knowing in his heart that he’d give anything to guarantee that she’d be okay.
Pausing at her stomach, he walked to the base of the bed, removing his hand from her body completely. He pulled the chair she used to nurse their children. Sitting down on the soft cushion, he stared at the sweetest pussy he’d ever been inside.
“Devil, what are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m looking at the cunt I own.” Working his cock, he didn’t look away from her body. Lexie was all his. Knowing that she belonged to no other man but him turned him on all the more.
“Keep your legs open,” he said, when he saw she made to close them. “I want to look at you.”<
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“This is freaking me out,” she said.
She tugged on the robe, growling in frustration when she couldn’t budge.
“I told you, baby. You’re at my mercy, and I’m not going to stop what I’m doing to let you be free. You’ll run away or you’ll rush me.” He released his cock and leaned forward. The scent of her cunt filled the air between them. Devil saw her cream leaking out of her cunt. “Tonight, I don’t want to be rushed. I want to take my time and love every inch of you.”
“You’re not even touching me,” she said, annoyed.
“What’s the matter, Lex? Don’t like not being in control?” He raised a brow as she turned to the side to look at him.
“I’ll stop and give you what you want so long as you promise when all of this is over I’ll get to tie you to this bed and have my wicked way with you.”
He knew he should refuse. Lexie had a large imagination that he wasn’t interested in testing. Staring into her eyes, he knew she’d make it worth his while.
Tonight, you can have everything.
“Deal,” he said. In his mind he thought about him getting killed. She would curse him even as she buried him, convinced that he didn’t try hard enough to survive.
Lexie relaxed, opening her thighs so he could continue to look at her. She stayed open for his gaze. Stroking his bottom lip, he stared at her wondering what to do with his prize.
Leaning back in his chair, Devil took his time, seeing her getting turned on with every passing second.
Her pussy was soaking wet. In the low lighting he saw how turned on she actually was.
When he could no longer not touch her, he leaned forward and grasped her feet in his hands. Resting her feet on his knees, he started at her ankles and slowly worked his fingers up to her knees and then drew them back down again.
She didn’t move.
He heard the little moan she released in the air. The sound was on the verge of a sigh.
Sliding up her knees, he circled around to the back and up to her thighs. He squeezed the muscles of her thighs, watching her body’s reaction.
She licked her lips, biting down onto her bottom lip.
“Don’t contain any of those sounds, baby. I want to hear you scream when you come. All of those sounds you’re keeping from me, I want to hear, as otherwise I’ll make sure you don’t get to have the orgasm I know you desperately want.” He gripped the inside of her thighs, feeling them shake under his touch.
