THE DEVIL’S BABY

by Naomi West

  “Fuck, your tits are perfect,” I say, replacing fingers with tongue and teeth and lips while my hand pushes down into her oversized flannel pajamas. She’s natural, with a full bush of soft hair. As I explore, I find her sweet, swollen clit and tease at it, making her gasp before I dip my fingers between her folds, finding her wet and ready.

  She groans as her pelvis pushes up to my hand. I withdraw to a sound of frustration. Cute. I untie her pajama bottoms and push them down over her legs and then pull her tank top over her head, her hair wild with curls, a halo around her beautiful face.

  I blow out a breath as I take in the body of this creature. I might have mistaken her for too skinny, but she’s not. Wide hips narrow to a small waist. Her tits are gorgeous and round, perky and perfect. She’s got amazing feminine curves and I’m practically salivating as I take all of her in, even the sweet mound of a belly that makes me think only of how gorgeous she would be if that belly was bigger and filled with my baby.

  She looks away while I drink in the sight of her. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was.

  “You are perfect,” I growl at her, an animal ready to pounce. “Gorgeous.”

  Before she can do anything other than blush, my face is exploring that beautiful cunt of hers. I take a deep breath as I dive in, her musk smelling sweet and pungent. I lap at her juices, waves of wetness coating my tongue as I coax her body up, up, up. Her moans become short bursts of uncontrolled desire. I love it; it makes me crazy.

  When I insert two fingers, her pussy clenches immediately and she stops breathing, her hips pushing off the bed, her eyes closing as she falls over the edge and into some abyss that leaves her incoherent for a long while. My fingers continue to push in and out of that warm wet slot while the aftershocks continue.

  “Feelin’ good, baby?” I ask. “Still breathin’?”

  “Unnnhhhh,” is the nonsensical response I get. It makes me smile. A great, wide, real smile that almost never makes an appearance.

  She opens her eyes and finds me like that, smiling like an idiot, and smiles back, her cheeks turning pink.

  “I’ve never seen you smile before,” she says, breathless.

  “It doesn’t happen very often,” I say, “But it makes me happy to see you come like that.”

  “Don’t get a big head over it, but that was, hands down, the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

  “I ain’t done yet,” I say.

  “Let me return the favor,” she says.

  “Whatcha got in mind?” I ask.

  “Well, how do you prefer to be sucked off, sir?” she asks, holding herself partway up with one elbow, her other hand reaching down to rub at her swollen, pulsating clit.

  I’ve gotta be honest—it is just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. This Millie, this woman emboldened by finding her own pleasure, it’s enough to make me cream myself. I’m actually a little afraid I’ll blow my wad too quickly if she puts those thick, pillowy lips on my cock.

  But still, the thought of her, on her knees while I fuck her mouth is too good to resist. So I say, “On your knees,” and she obeys, giving me a sexy smile as she slips off the bed, to the carpet, that ass spreading wide, those tits jutting proudly, nipples hard as rocks.

  I’m so hard, can’t get any harder, when she opens that amazing mouth and takes me in. It’s not a tentative, lick the head kind of deal. No, she takes me in and down her throat until she’s got me balls deep. One of her hands clenches my ass while the other holds the shaft and she guides me in and out, never once breaking eye contact with me. We start slow, but the chemistry crackles between us and before I can think twice, I’ve got my hands on the back of her head, my thrusts getting quicker, harder.

  She takes it all, keeps sucking, licking, letting her teeth scratch just lightly along the shaft of my cock.

  Before I can blow my wad, I pull out, picking her up, pushing her against the wall, impaling her on my length. It’s violent, almost, and she cries out so that I think I’ve hurt her.

  Just as I’m about to stop, about to ask if she’s okay, she wraps her legs around me, grinding herself against me, her perfect breasts pushing against my chest.

  My mouth finds hers, our kisses sloppy as I fuck her into oblivion. She clenches around me, her whole body electric as she comes, and I can’t hold back any longer. I give long hard thrusts until my own orgasm follows, until my semen sprays inside of her, my cock pulsing and pulsing, my release seemingly lasting forever.

  I hold her against the wall for a long while, both of us struggling to catch our breath, both still reeling from the force of our connection.

  When I’ve finally recovered, I keep hold of her, heading for the bathroom, to take a shower for the second time in just about an hour.

  ***

  Millie

  I’m utterly boneless as I hang onto this big man. He’s still buried inside of me as he starts the shower, waiting for it to warm up before stepping into the fairly small space.

  The hot water on my back is soothing as he lets me loose, my feet hitting the tile as I pray my legs will hold me up. Axel and I stare at each other as the water pelts us, steam filling the space. I realize how much I enjoy his face, his blue eyes and sharp cheekbones. I like his hipster haircut and his web of intricate tattoos. I like how Keaton King, aka Axel, looks.

  And beyond that, I like how he feels inside of me. I like the way he makes my body clench with want, the way he works me to the edge. I never felt like this with Phillip, not ever. I’ll never go back.

  I didn’t know that woman back there, the woman who wanted to get on her knees like that. Phillip always made blow jobs seem like a chore, a task to be completed as part of a laundry list of vanilla sex experiences. But with Axel? It was all rainbow shades of pleasure, both of us exploring, both taking and giving.

  I’m not ready to stop. Not ready for him to call our debt event. Not even a little bit.

  I reach for the soap and lather it into my palms before reaching out to stroke his cock. He closes his eyes and groans, pushing that glorious rod into my hands as I wash and stroke and feel it grow to my touch.

  He takes the soap and rubs it over my breasts, my stomach, my entrance. His fingers work the length of my slit, back further, just lightly touching that forbidden hole. I love it, so I spread my legs, ready for his touch. We’re so close here in this small space. My nipples are hard and raw and I want his mouth on them. I want his teeth on them.

  For Axel, I’m ready to be bad. I’m ready to fuck and be fucked. And those are not words I use often.

  “Yeah,” he whispers into my ear, his cock pumping into my hands. “Spread for me. Let me make that ass feel good.”

  His dirty words drive me mad with want. I spread my legs as far as I can as he reaches back, a finger dipping into the hole there. It’s surprisingly sensual. I close my eyes and bite my lip as he explores, his free hand slipping in from the front to caress at my so-sensitive clit.

  Together, we jack each other off. I feel the slow build of another orgasm and become nearly frenzied with need. I need to come. I need more. I need it.

  I realize I’m saying these words out loud, a chanting sound. “I need more. More. I want more. I need it. Please, please, please.”

  When his hands stop, I nearly cry. “I’m so close,” I plead. “Please don’t stop.”

  He shuts off the water. “Not enough room.”

  And then he’s picked me up again and we’re wet and the air is so cold, cold enough to raise goosebumps over my body. He’s nearly reverent as he lays me on the bed, his big body hovering over mine, his teeth biting at the nipples that jut so unabashedly toward him. The pain is like a current straight to my cunt, my cunt that gulps like it’s trying to get air.

  “More,” I moan.

  He bites harder, the current stronger as I cry out, pleasure making my whole body tingle with pleasure. My fingertips tingle. It’s insane.

  He shoves three fingers inside of me as he continues to bite at my b
reasts. I push into his every thrust, loving the way he fills me.

  He lifts my legs, baring all of everything. My pussy, my asshole … all on display as he moves his fingers to my ass, pumping in and out before shoving that huge cock inside of me, both holes filled. I want it all. I’ll take it all. And the moment he moves, I hold my legs back and clench my pelvic muscles until the dam releases.

  I’m screaming. Screaming because I’ve never felt something so good.

  “So good, Millie,” he’s saying. “Love your pussy. Such a beautiful woman. Want to put my baby inside of you. So perfect. So gorgeous. Fuck. Fuck, Millie. Fuuuuccck.”

  He comes inside of me and while I’m coming down from my ow, amazing orgasm, I think I must not have heard him right. All that dirty talk—surely he didn’t say he wanted to put a baby in me? No, that would be crazy, right?

  Right?

  Chapter 7

  Millie

  I wake up naked and half smothered by the very large, also naked, biker on my bed.

  As Axel snores lightly, I manage to untangle our limbs and slip off the side of the bed. My muscles are barking mad as I walk to the bathroom. My pussy is sore. It feels good. Satisfying.

  I run some warm water on a washcloth and wipe between my legs, finding my vaginal area still wired and alive. It makes me want to go right back in for round three with the muscle-bound biker.

  I don’t know who this woman is, but I like her. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and laugh out loud. My hazel eyes are bright and my freckles make me look twelve. My lips are still swollen from so many kisses and I’ve got light bruises all over my breasts from the biting session that I never knew I wanted. And my hair? Oh Jesus. Let me just say that black women do not go to bed with wet hair for a reason.

  I pull my mass of crazy curls into a bun, the best I can do in the moment, and wander back into the bedroom. Axel is still asleep, forearm over his face, morning erection standing proudly between his legs.

  Emboldened, I saunter over, crawling up onto the bed, positioning myself over top of him, and riding.

  I trace the hard lines of his abs, the defined pectorals. Axel is a man. A real, bonafide man. Phillip, I realize, was … not.

  “Good morning to you, too,” Axel says with a chuckle. “Someone woke up horny.”

  “Just paying my debts,” I say.

  He reaches out and puts his hands on my ass cheeks. “Good girl turned bad. I like it.”

  His hands continue to explore as I pick up the pace, my body already responding, that tingle of impending orgasm growing in my womb. I want him so badly, can’t get enough of him, really. It’s like my body is possessed. I can’t believe I’ve been missing this for so long.

  “That uptight asshole never did you like this, did he?” Axel asks, his eyes dark with lust.

  I don’t answer at first. Instead, I reach over and grab my vibrator from the night stand, turning it on and holding it against my clit while I continue to move on top of the big man.

  He tweaks one of my nipples, hard. “Answer me. Tell me it hasn’t ever felt this good. He can’t make you feel the way I make you feel.”

  “Ahhhh,” I moan, arching into his rough touch. My greedy pussy answers by swallowing his cock, my clit throbbing as orgasm overtakes me. My head falls back as I let the sensation overtake me.

  It might be hours later before I return to earth and Axel says, “Answer me, Millie.”

  “It’s never been like this,” I say, breathless. “Never.”

  That answer was all he needed. He roars as he pumps his load into my body, again telling me how perfect I am, how amazing my body is, how much he wants me.

  Axel is not the kind of man I would choose for myself, see myself with. Everything about him screams danger, and I know I should run away Far, far away. I know this. Rationally, I know I should finish this, say goodbye, never see him again. Thing is, I don’t want to. Now that I’ve tasted this, I don’t know if I can ever get enough.

  ***

  Axel

  Millie is in the kitchen making eggs as I get dressed. She’s called in late to work, citing car troubles. I think that’s cute.

  I wander in and pull her into my arms, spatula and all, kissing her fully on the mouth. She melts into me, but then quickly giggles and pulls away.

  “I hate burnt eggs,” she says.

  I give her a lopsided grin and put my hands up in surrender. “Fair enough.”

  “I got a raise at work,” she says. “I should be able to give you a hundred dollars a month now. I know it will still take forever to pay off the debt, but it’s something.”

  “Millie,” I say, “It’s all right. The bike is fixed already. She’s outside, actually, if you want to see her.”

  “No, I know,” she says. “It’s just, I could have hurt you. I need to take responsibility for my actions.”

  Just then, a series of hard knocks sound against the front door. Millie’s head pops up from where she works by the stove.

  “Millie Jones,” a voice says from outside. “Cleveland PD. You okay in there?”

  “I’m fine!” she yells. “Just got out of bed! Give me a minute to dress?”

  Our gazes meet. “Phillip?” I ask.

  “I’m sure it was,” she whispers. “Probably saw your motorcycle outside and got jealous.”

  “Well, fuck him,” I say. “You’re a grown-ass woman. You can have whoever you want sleep over.”

  “Just … go hide,” she says.

  “I’m not hiding,” I say. “Why the fuck would I hide?”

  “Because you came here covered in some dude’s blood last night,” she says fiercely. “Just go.”

  I roll my eyes and stomp off, trying to figure out where the hell a big guy like me should hide in a tiny house like this one.

  Millie answers the door and the cops ask her to identify herself. She tells them her name and asks what this is all about.

  “A man who identified himself as your fiancé …”

  “Ex-fiancé,” she says sharply.

  “Okay, a man named Phillip Reed called and said a strange motorcycle was outside your house and that he heard screaming coming from inside. He was concerned because he knew you’d had a fender bender with someone riding a motorcycle and that a large, rude man had shut the door in his face, leaving him to believe you might be in some type of peril regarding paying back the damages.”

  “Listen,” Millie says, “Phillip has been trying to get me back since I kicked him out of the house six months ago. Yes, most of those facts are true. I did get in a small accident and I do owe someone money. But that motorcycle out there belongs to a friend, and I suspect that Phillip is jealous of whatever he may have heard between me and my friend last night, if you catch my drift? And by the way, that means he was listening like a big old creep and you should tell him to stop stalking me.”

  I hear the cop clear his throat. “Oh, well, all right then. I guess we … don’t need to know anything else. As long as you’re okay and not being held against your will. That’s what … uh … Mr. Reed was concerned about. I guess.”

  “I’m fine,” she says. “Thanks for stopping by.”

  As soon as the door shuts I come back out of the bedroom, laughing hysterically. She laughs too, but very quickly her eyes go wide and she runs to the kitchen.

  “Shit!” she screeches. “The eggs are burnt!”

  ***

  Millie

  “You have never, ever said a swear word in my presence,” Axel says, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

  “Well, I thought a whole novel’s worth of dirty words all last night,” I answer. “You’re a bad influence, I guess.”

  “I think you’ve got that wrong,” he says. “I think I did all kinds of wonderful, naughty, exhilarating things to you and it merely expanded your vocabulary.”

  I roll my eyes. “Well, I guess you’re on your own for breakfast. Ain’t nobody got time to make eggs twice.”

  He pulls me into h
is arms and nuzzles at my neck. It makes me swoon, being wanted like this. I always felt like displays of affection annoyed Phillip, especially in the last few months we were together. I forgot how good it could feel to have someone want me this badly. “Just tell them you’re sick. Stay with me,” he says, a little whiny. It’s cute.

  “I can’t,” I say. “I just got that raise. Can’t be slacking off already. It’s bad enough I’m going to be late.”