“Jesus! Fuck, Molly!” Devil growled, arching his hips as his abdomen tensed when her wicked mouth covered the head of his dick, and she swirled her tongue around it. “You’re killing me, woman!”
Molly grinned as she released the bulbous head of his cock with a wet pop of her lips and moved to nuzzle the smooth skin around his testicles, licking the sensitive twin globes with tiny taps of her tongue. Pulling one swollen ball between her lips, she suckled greedily and pulled a raw grunt of pleasure from Devil’s mouth.
“Shit, baby,” Devil moaned as she offered his other testicle the same erotic treatment. This woman could give lessons in torture, he thought as her wicked tongue slid against his sensitive sac. “I love feeling your mouth on me.” She looked like an angel between his legs, but she had the destructive mouth of a demon bent on domination. Fisting her hair when the incredible torture continued, he growled, “Suck my cock, Molly. I want to feel that wet heat and your wicked little tongue on my dick.”
Molly tilted her head as she looked up at him. Now, it was her turn to call the shots. He’d used her body against her to get what he wanted, and she wasn’t afraid to do the same. “Do you?” she asked innocently, encasing his slick cock in her hand and slowly pumping it up and down with her fist.
“Sweet Christ, yes,” Devil bit out as her velvety grip tightened on him. She was killing him by inches with the acute pleasure she was inflicting on him. “I need your mouth on me more than I want my next breath, sweetheart. Give me your sweet mouth, Molly.”
“If you tell me what I want to hear,” she answered huskily, lovingly licking the length of his throbbing flesh with a long swipe of her tongue before pressing a light kiss against his tip. “We’ve already established that I belong to you, Devil, but who do you belong to?”
Tugging gently on Molly’s hair until she slid up his body, he waited until her face was even with his before he spoke. “You’re a very smart woman, babe. You haven’t figured that out already?”
“I could assume, but I want it to be clear, Devil” Molly countered stubbornly. “I don’t want any misunderstandings between us. If I give you my body, I want to know that it’s only me you’ll be sharing yours with while we’re together – for as long as this lasts.”
“Stop trying to put an expiration date on us, Molly. We don’t have one,” Devil admonished softly, brushing his thumb against her lower lip. “Unlike you, I’ve got no problem at all admitting that I’m all yours. As far as sharing me with anyone else…I haven’t slept with another woman since the first day you showed up to work for me. I certainly won’t be sleeping with anybody else after I make love to you. I won’t share either, but more importantly, I don’t cheat ever,” he stated gently.
Molly’s face lit up as his words warmed her heart. “Sometimes…not often, mind you,” she whispered, “but, sometimes you say all the right things”
“Just being honest,” Devil stated dismissively, brushing his lips against hers. “Now that we have that out of the way, where were we?” he growled as Molly squirmed on top of him, her lithe body hitting his in all the right places.
“I think you were asking me to do unholy things to your body,” Molly teased, pressing tiny kisses against his neck while her hand wandered between them to stroke his still-hard cock. Mildly impressed that he hadn’t lost interest during their serious conversation, she swept her thumb over his moist tip.
“Unholy?” Devil grunted as her lips found his flat brown nipple and toyed with the pebble hard point. “Not likely. Honey, I’ve never felt closer to God and the Promised Land in my life than when your mouth is on me,” he confided huskily as he cupped one hand around her neck and drew her mouth back to his.
Their tongues collided eagerly as hands wandered over each other, becoming more frantic as the moments passed. Molly moaned as his fingers found her core, impaling her with one sharp thrust of his hand. He was right, she realized. There was a tender reverence in the way he worshiped her body. Rocking her hips against his, Molly melted inside as one hand moved up and down her back, pressing her closer.
“I need you,” Devil rasped against her lips, licking her swollen lips as he drew back enough to stare into her emerald eyes. “Now, Molly. If you’re not sure, you need to tell me now while there’s still a chance that I can stop.”
“I don’t want to stop,” Molly denied huskily, arching her back and pressing her mound against his abdomen. “I want you, too.”
Devil guided Molly’s lips back to his and kissed her gently. “I need to grab my wallet. We need a condom before this goes any further,” he groaned when her tongue teased his and her hand slid up and down his cock.
“No, we don’t,” Molly breathed between kisses, wriggling her hips until her entrance hovered above his straining erection. “After our last interrupted interlude, I saw the doctor and got a handy dandy little shot that takes care of everything. It’s safe, Devil.”
Gripping Molly’s hips as she angled his cock toward her wet heat, Devil groaned and tangled his hand in her long hair. “The way it should be, angel,” Devil whispered as Molly’s fire enveloped him. “I’ve dreamed of taking you bare with nothing to separate us from each other. You’re mine, Molly. All mine.”
“Yes, all yours,” Molly gasped and shuddered as she sank over Devil. She braced one hand against his chest as her walls stretched to accommodate his thick length. “Dev,” she breathed, sinking her teeth into her lower lip as her eyes widened. It didn’t hurt exactly, but after two years of celibacy coupled with his thick length, the sensation was intense.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Devil murmured, grimacing as the agonizing pleasure of having Molly wrapped around him built. He knew he’d treasure this moment for the rest of his life. Her eyes met his trustingly as her walls hugged his dick in the tightest embrace he’d ever experienced. He had to fight his body’s natural impulse to tunnel through the tight channel wrapped around him, but he’d rather die than hurt one single hair on her head. “Come here,” he whispered, tugging gently on her hair.
Molly moaned as her hard nipples scraped against his warm chest and his cock flexed inside her. “I feel so full,” she breathed as her hips nestled against his. Rocking her pelvis experimentally against him, they both groaned at the slight movement.
“Baby, stop,” Devil begged, his voice raw as he stilled her by contracting his hands around her hips. “You’re so tight, Molly. So amazingly tight. I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t trust myself not to lose control,” he growled, unable to resist a gentle thrust into her fiery core.
“Mmmm,” Molly moaned as his cock found that sensitive patch of nerves near her womb, sliding over it and nearly undoing her. “Devil, yes!” she whimpered against his neck, lifting her ass almost completely off his staff only to bring it back down when his hips surged off the mattress again. She took his entire length deep into her body and clamped her muscles tightly around him.
“Fuck, Molly!” Devil bit out, digging his fingers into her waist with a force that would leave bruises later. “Sweetheart, please, I’m trying to hang on to my control here, but when you move like that…”
“Lose control,” Molly invited hoarsely against his parted lips. “I want you to,” she moaned as he hit that magical spot inside her again. The muscles in her thighs quivered as she rose and fell against him, meeting every stroke of his cock. Pressure built inside her as her clit dragged along his thick staff, adding to the already staggering pleasure. “Deeper, Devil,” she demanded, meeting his eyes for a breathless moment.
Rolling her onto her back, Devil drove into her, burying himself balls deep in her slick pussy. “Is that what you need, sweetheart?” he ground out as she tightened around him. Hooking an arm around her thigh, he drew her leg up, opening her to his possession as she arched her hips to draw him deeper.
Scoring his back with her nails, Molly writhed desperately beneath him. “Yes! More, Devil. Fast and hard,” she begged, tightening her thighs around him. “I won’t break, D
evil. Fuck me,” she urged, clawing at his back.
“Your wish is my command, baby,” Devil growled, covering her mouth as he set a deep rhythm that dared her to keep up. Every lunge of his hips brought him to the edge of sanity as her tongue danced wantonly with his. He growled against her lips as her pussy liquefied around him, scorching his cock in her juices. “I love how wet you get for me, Angel. All that delicious syrup coating my cock…it’s enough to make a man wild for you.”
“Oh, God, Devil,” Molly cried, twisting her head on the pillow as his dick stabbed the heart of her. “Just like that! Don’t stop,” she begged, lifting to meet his heavy thrusts. Her body quaked as his thumb brushed against her clit, making her crazy for him. “So good! It’s so good!” she gasped as her body began to hum. No one had ever made her feel so complete. It was as if she’d found the missing part of herself in him.
Pinching one nipple while he bent to capture the other between his lips, he felt his balls drawing tight as she contracted around his cock. “That’s it, baby! Ride my cock,” he praised, circling her areola with his tongue. “Squeeze that sweet little pussy around me. Fuck, yeah,” he grunted when she began to convulse around him, her silken walls caressing every inch of his throbbing flesh.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Molly screamed as colors danced in front of her eyes. She’d thought she’d known fulfillment before, but realized in those moments that what she’d experience before paled in comparison to what this man offered her. “Devil! I can’t stop,” she wailed, panicking as the acute pleasure began to swamp her body.
“God, yes!” Devil growled, lifting his head to watch her face contort as he tried to stave of his own oncoming eruption. “Don’t close your eyes, Molly. I want to see that beautiful gaze when you take your pleasure and come all over my cock,” he demanded urgently, as he sank deeply inside her with deep, steady thrusts.
Molly screamed hoarsely as her climax threatened to drown her in sensation. Holding onto his shoulders as she rode the wave of her orgasm, she relished every rough grunt and groan that escaped his lips as he tensed above her.
“Ahhhhh, Sweet merciful Christ!” Devil groaned as he lost the leash he’d had on his control. Thrusting sloppily, he reached his own pinnacle, exploding inside her tight depths as jet after jet of his warm semen coated her pussy. “My Molly!” he growled, heaving into her one last time as the indescribable bliss overwhelmed him, burying his face in her neck as he collapsed over her.
As Molly drifted back to Earth from the pinnacle she’d reached, she stroked her hands over Devil’s sweat-soaked back. His shoulders heaved from exertion, and she smiled weakly when he moaned and pressed a kiss against her collarbone. One of his hands still gripped hers and his breath was warm against her skin. “I didn’t kill you, did I?” Molly asked with a grin against his ear, nipping his earlobe playfully.
“Not quite, but damn close,” Devil replied huskily, finally finding the strength to lift his head and shift to his side. Smiling as Molly whimpered as he pulled away from her, he hauled her into his arms. “I can already tell that you are going to be one dangerously addictive woman,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her swollen lips.
“Why is that?” Molly asked with a sigh as she snuggled against his side, enjoying the solid strength of the arms around her.
“Because I just unloaded a year’s worth of sexual frustration inside you and I already want you again,” he acknowledged softly. “That shouldn’t even be physically possible for a man of my age,” he chuckled ruefully, pulling her closer. “You may just be the best thing that ever happened to me, Molly Ramsey soon-to-be Delancy.”
Molly smiled drowsily. “We’ll see if you still feel that way later this afternoon, Devil.”
“That sounds ominous. What exactly is this afternoon?”
“Our first session of premarital counseling with Pastor Davis,” Molly replied with a tired smile.
“The guy that flirted his way through Sunday dinner?” Devil groaned, frowning down at her head as his arm contracted in an automatic gesture of possessiveness.
“Mmmhmm,” Molly hummed absently, stroking his chest. “He’s the only one available on short notice. Our regular Pastor will perform the wedding, but Travis is gonna do the counseling.”
“I’ll be damned.”
“Yes, I think he believes you are, too. Don’t worry, though….you’ve got three sessions to convince him that he’s wrong and that we belong together.” Molly yawned, stretching one arm above her head before rolling to cuddle closer to Devil’s warm body.
“We do belong together,” Devil grumbled, brushing a kiss against Molly’s forehead as she closed her eyes.
“Course we do, Devil,” Molly mumbled sleepily as a wave of drowsiness washed over her. “Just gotta make the Pastor believe it, too.”
“Oh, he’ll believe it, Molly,” Devil assured the weary woman in his arms softly. “He’ll believe it because it’s true.”
Chapter Forty-Seven
Several hours later, Molly slipped on her black ballet flats and smiled. It had been the perfect day. Her body still hummed with satisfaction after a third fiery encounter with Devil, this time in the shower, and for the first time in two years she felt truly relaxed. It was amazing what a good romp between the sheets…and against the wall…and in the shower could do for a woman’s disposition.
And it certainly hadn’t hurt that she’d been romping with an expert. Insatiable and inventive, her future husband had shown her how to experience pleasure in ways she’d never imagined. Devil had ensnared her mind and body in a sensual web that she wasn’t the least bit inclined to escape.
“Molly, honey,” Devil called from the bedroom. “You almost ready? I’ve got a two o’clock meeting in my office and it’s already after one.”
Smiling at her reflection in the mirror, she turned and walked back into the other room. “You know, you’re really lucky that I keep another outfit at the office,” she teased, eyeing her ruined clothes on the floor beside the bed. “That could have made walking out of here more than a little uncomfortable.”
“I might have got a little carried away,” Devil admitted with an amused look at the remains of her outfit, “but, in my defense, I did give you the chance to take off your clothes. You seemed to prefer me doing it.” Sauntering toward her, he loosely wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her toward him. “Keep looking at me like that and you’ll lose your second outfit of the day.”
Pressing a hand against his chest, Molly shook her head. “Meeting, remember?”
“I’m willing to cancel if it means a repeat performance,” he offered gamely with a wicked smile.
“No such luck,” Molly denied, pressing a chaste kiss against his chin.
“Damn,” he growled against her neck.
“So, am I still fired?” she asked, pushing him toward the moving wall that opened into his office.
“You were never fired,” Devil replied with a long-suffering sigh as he smacked the button to open the wall. “You were placed on indefinite sabbatical until you and I made some decisions,” he explained, standing aside as she walked back into his office. “You’re exhausted, Molly. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your lack of energy, sweetheart. In the next week, you’re going to be running yourself ragged with preparations. And because I’m a greedy bastard, I can promise that I’ll be keeping you busy in the evenings. Since I really don’t want you passing out at our wedding because you’re so drained from planning it, I want you to consider taking a break from the job here. Of everything you have on your plate, it’s the one thing you can afford to give up right now. The wedding prep has to happen, and after today, I’m going to insist on having your attention at night, darlin’. The job can go for now.”
“You are awfully confident that you’re gonna get to crawl in my bed this week, Devil,” Molly huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him. Truthfully, she saw his point. She was tired, and there was still a ton to do for their wedding. The jo
b was the one thing she could afford to do without right now, but his self-assured cockiness was going to drive her to drink. When Devil believed he knew best, he could be the worst kind of bully.
“I don’t care whose bed we’re in, Molly, but I fully intend to be in it with you,” Devil said plainly, hungrily eying her body, now dressed in a trim pair of black pants and a peasant blouse. “You can’t give a man the keys to the kingdom and then slap a padlock on the gate. That’s just cruel, honey.”
Molly couldn’t help smiling at the slight panic she heard laced through his voice. She had no intention of keeping Devil out of her bed, but it was entertaining to watch him squirm. Who knew that sex with her would be his Achilles heel? “We’ll see,” she said lightly, shrugging her shoulders.
“Oh, I assure you that you’ll be seeing a lot of me,” Devil muttered with a frown. “So, where have we come down on your position of executive assistant to me?”
Offering him a long, hard look, she finally reached a decision. “I’ll step away for now. The next couple of days will be relatively light on the planning side of our wedding, and I could use the time to recharge my batteries. I have one condition, however.”
“Name it,” Devil responded instantly, his face relieved.
“It’s a deal breaker, too, Dev,” Molly warned, narrowing her eyes.
“Name. It.” Devil repeated his statement with unconcerned eyes.
“I choose my replacement – my temporary replacement,” she returned evenly.
Devil’s lips twitched. “You don’t trust our Human Resources department?”
“After the empty-headed tartlette that they sent up here this morning? No,” Molly retorted. “You need an office assistant, not a damn model with a set of double Ds and an empty head. Unless you want someone more interested in getting into your bed than answering your phone?”
“My bed will already be quite happily occupied by the woman I’m marrying.” Devil grinned. “Choose whoever you want. As long as she’s capable, I don’t give a damn.”
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