Sizzle

by Sarah O'Rourke

  Except she wasn’t Miss Nobody any longer. She was very much Mrs. Somebody.

  She was now Mrs. Molly Delancy – wife to one of Atlanta’s most successful, affluent businessmen.

  And her powerful husband was on his knees in front of her, pressing his mouth against her body as if there was no place else on the planet he’d rather be. Lost in thought, she was unprepared for the electric surge of energy that jolted her body when his tongue slid through her parted nether lips. “Oh, God. You have to stop,” she panted when his tongue swirled over her swollen clit, threatening to throw her over into a sensual abyss. Sinking her nails into his broad shoulders, she felt his hands tighten on the curve of her ass, supporting her as she sagged at the pleasure he forced on her.

  Devil groaned as Molly’s unique flavor fell against his tongue. She tasted like honey, sweet and addictive. “I love how you taste, Molly. You want me to stop? Would you be cruel enough to ask a starving man to leave a banquet, darling?” he asked, tracing the lips of her pussy with his tongue before moving to flick the little bundle of nerves at the apex of her core. “You don’t really want me to stop, do you, baby?” he murmured a second before he began to suckle her swollen button and slide two fingers into Molly’s snug passage.

  Molly moaned as his long fingers gently breached her while his lips tugged at her clit. She bucked against his mouth when his fingers hooked inside her and rubbed the inner wall of her womb. “Fuck,” she breathed shakily, her legs trembling as he continued to lap at her while her toes curled in her high heels. She could feel the tingles spreading over her body as her orgasm approached, her core contracting around his fingers as they slid in and out of her. “Devil, I’m gonna ….”

  Pulling his head back, Devil licked Molly’s essence from his wet lips as he continued to slowly plunge his fingers into Molly’s soaked pussy. “Don’t come, Molly,” he ordered deeply, staring into her flushed face.

  “I can’t help…”

  “Yes, you can. Hold it back, baby,” he replied in a raspy tone as he swirled his thumb around her clit in a clockwise motion. “You don’t come until I tell you to.”

  Shuddering, Molly fought her body’s natural response to the stimuli. Swallowing hard, she focused on Devil’s handsome face, set now in hard, unforgiving lines. “O-okay,” she gasped, biting her lip as his fingers slid deeper.

  “So fucking wet,” Devil growled as her body pulsed around his digits. “Fuckin’ drenched for me,” he murmured approvingly, licking one tender nipple as he sank his fingers inside her to the hilt. “Whose pussy is this, angel?” he asked, meeting her dilated eyes again. “Who does this belong to?”

  Molly wasn’t sure why he wanted her to state the obvious, but she gave him what he wanted anyway. “You, Devil. I belong to you,” she whispered, burying her fingers in his hair as he rewarded her answer with another tap against her clit.

  “Damn right you do. You’re very much mine, Molly,” he returned hungrily, abruptly pulling his fingers from Molly’s pussy and an unhappy cry from her lips. Rising from his knees to loom over her, he gently kissed the corner of her closed mouth and lifted his wet fingers, rubbing one fingertip against her lower lip. “Open, baby,” he ordered roughly. “I wanna show you how good you taste.”

  Molly’s lips parted automatically, responding instinctively to the authority in his voice. Closing her lips around the fingers he extended to her mouth, she surrounded the digits and sucked lightly, trailing her tongue up and down the gentle intruders between her lips.

  Devil groaned as her tongue moved over his skin and he watched her eyelashes flutter as she moaned low in her throat. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart? You love tasting yourself on my skin.”

  Releasing his fingers with a wet pop, she smiled at him. “I love you,” she replied huskily. “And all the things you make me feel when we’re together. Especially the dirtier things.”

  Growling low in his throat as her tongue dragged over his fingers again, he roughly bracketed her hips and turned her toward the end of the bed. “Crawl up into the center of the mattress and I’ll show you some more of those naughty things you love. Stay on your hands and knees. Keep that beautiful heart shaped ass in the air for me,” he demanded, breathing harshly against her ear as his cock flexed against the curve of her ass. Nudging her toward the bed, he smiled against her shoulder. “Go on, darlin’. I promise you won’t regret it.

  Molly’s limbs trembled as she put one knee on the firm mattress. It wasn’t fear that shook her, however, but rather the anticipation of Devil’s next move. While she knew that her husband would never hurt her in a thousand lifetimes, she also understood through her experiences with him that he was a passionate man, entirely capable of reducing her to a puddle of satisfied goo with his prowess in the bedroom. Her fingers dug into the luxurious gold comforter as she crawled on her hands and knees to the center of the bed and waited for his next move.

  She didn’t have to wait long. A moment later, the bed dipped behind her as Devil knelt on the edge of the mattress and bent to drop a lingering kiss against one globe of her ass and then the other while his fingers teased her vulnerable pussy. Burying her face in the sumptuous comforter, she felt his tongue painting intricate pictures over her firm ass before finally dipping to spear her from behind. Groaning, she bowed her back, pushing her mound against his marauding lips.

  “Fuck, but you’re sweet,” Devil growled between her legs, his voice muffled. “All sweet syrup under my mouth. As long as I live, I’m never going to get enough of that sugar, Molly.”

  She felt his hot breath against the small of her back and wriggled underneath him, trying to entice him to keep going. She was incapable of words and she hoped her body would be enough to convince him to give her what she needed. The ache inside her had built to a fever pitch. Throbbing and hot, she yearned for him to fill the empty place inside her.

  Dropping kisses up her spine, Devil’s lips came to rest against her shoulder as he curled over her, bracing one fist beside her elbow. “Do you know how much I love you, Molly?”

  Lifting her head, Molly turned to stare over her shoulder at the man she’d married. “Yes.”

  “Good.” Drifting his hand over her back from neck to ass, he stroked her. “You know one of the things I love the most?” he asked. He didn’t wait for her to answer. He just forged ahead as his hand continued to pet her. “It’s your absolute trust in me. Looking at you now, kneeling in front of me…waiting for whatever I want to give you…you put complete faith in me, don’t you, darlin’?”

  Molly nodded, her tongue darting out to lick her dry lips. “You’d never hurt me. At least, not in a way I wouldn’t enjoy,” she quickly amended with an impish smile. “You’d cut off your arm before you harmed me, Devil. I’ve always known that.”

  “I’m a lucky bastard, Molly,” Devil murmured appreciatively, resting his forehead against one rounded shoulder as he thrust his hips and impaled her with the thick length of his cock. Capturing her low moan of satisfaction with his lips, he growled as her soft, wet walls constricted around his dick. “Love how tight you are,” he mumbled between deep kisses. “It’s like your pussy was made to hold my cock, Molly. Like I put in a special order to Heaven and the angels sent me you.”

  “Devil,” Molly breathed, lifting one arm to wrap around his neck as he moved in and out of her. Each lunge of his hips sent him deeper, touching parts of her that she’d never known existed. She moaned against his mouth as his thumb plucked the tangle of nerves where her pleasure was centered while he moved within her.

  “I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Devil returned unevenly, almost undone when her pussy contracted around him. “I’m going to make you come so hard that you’ll feel like you’ve died and gone to heaven,” he promised through gritted teeth as he moved his thumb around her slick button, “Then, I’m going to pull out of this sweet pussy and stretch out on this bed, and you’re going to get on top and ride me until you make me explode inside you.” Groanin
g against her ear as her muscles clamped down around his cock, he flicked her clit hard with his thumb. “Can you do that for me, Molly? Ride your husband with your perfect pussy until you make him come?”

  Molly grew wetter with every question. “Oh, God, yes!” she whimpered, pushing her hips back to meet every delicious stroke of his cock.

  “Take your hand and touch yourself, baby,” Devil ordered against her ear, waiting until one of her hands joined his between her legs. Taking her hand, he guided it to her clit. “Rub it, baby, and I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, kissing her neck as he gripped her hips in his hands and began thrusting inside her, deep and hard with short heavy strokes.

  Grunting as her pussy embraced his dick in a tight, hot vice that threatened to burn him alive, he felt her begin to stiffen. “That’s it, baby,” he growled as sweat rolled down his chest and her walls began to convulse around his throbbing dick. “Come for me,” he bit out hoarsely as she screamed his name.

  Searing pleasure blistered Molly as Devil sawed in and out of her. Rubbing her clit in quick circles, she felt the biting agony and bliss of her release rising, swamping her. Devil’s balls slapped her pussy with every surge of his hips, heightening the sensations and her nails clawed at the comforter as he forced wave after wave of searing awareness on her. She could feel every vein in his cock as it powered in and out of her... hear every gasp either of them made. She tasted blood on her tongue as she bit her lip, and her vision dimmed as she reached heights she’d never touched.

  Pulling free of the grip her core had on his cock, Devil collapsed on his back and pulled her over him. His cock stood thick and proud between them, aching and lonely. “Take me, baby,” he urged as she braced her hands against his sweaty chest. “Come take care of your husband’s cock.”

  “I can definitely do that.” Molly smiled as she palmed his angry red dick in her hand and guided it to her entrance. She gasped as he filled her, his length filling the hollow place inside her. “You feel so good,” she whispered as his hands lifted to cup her flushed breasts.

  Her tight, wet heat sucked at his cock as she sank over him, planting him inside her to the hilt. “Move, darlin’,” he encouraged her gently. “I want to watch these gorgeous breasts bounce while you take me.”

  Molly rocked her hips slowly, lifting her ass before sliding back over him. “I love you,” she whispered staring in his eyes as he lifted his hips to meet hers on her next downslide.

  “I love you, too, sweetheart. More than I ever thought I could,” he whispered, watching her face as he surged inside her. “You’re my world, Molly. My entire world.”

  Moaning as he flexed inside her, she moved more quickly, her breasts jiggling as his hips rose and fell on the bed beneath her. He’d already satisfied her once, blowing her mind with the release he’d given her, but she could feel her body quickening again, growing wetter around their connection.

  “Look, baby,” Devil murmured, staring down at where his cock slid in and out of her pussy. “See how beautiful we are together,” he ordered, lifting one hand and wrapping it around her neck. “You were made for me, Molly. Just for me.”

  Her body went liquid around his as he exerted just the slightest pressure on her neck and pulled her toward his mouth. Kissing him deeply as she rose and fell on his cock, she moaned into his mouth. “I was made for you. Only for you, Devil.”

  “Molly,” he groaned, burying one hand in her hair as he rolled her to her back. Her body encased his dick from root to tip, and he couldn’t help thinking that heaven would pale in comparison to the paradise she offered him. Her legs folded around his hips and her arms wrapped around his neck as she offered herself up to him like a virgin sacrifice. “Hang on to me, baby,” he ordered against her lips. “This is going to be hard and deep.”

  “Mmm,” Molly hummed around his tongue as she felt his hips lift only to slam back against hers a second later. Again and again, he hammered against her, his pelvic bone grazing her clit with every downward thrust of his hips. She whimpered against his mouth, sucking on his tongue hungrily as he fucked in and out of her slick channel.

  Shifting her legs over his shoulders, he braced his elbows against the bed as his pelvis rose and fell. “So fucking tight, baby,” he muttered between kisses. “I can feel you melting around my cock. You like it like this, don’t you?” he grunted, pushing deeper with every push of his hips.

  “Yes!” Molly gasped, arching her back as he bottomed out inside her. “Don’t stop, Devil! Give it to me,” she begged, her legs quivering as he swelled inside her. “Oh, God! Just like that,” she bit out as he hammered inside her, nailing her G-spot every time he planted his cock within her body. “Harder!” she gasped, digging her nails in the tight muscles of his ass. “I need it harder!”

  “Fuck, yes!” Devil snarled, swinging his hips freely as he plundered her pussy. “I’ve got what you need, baby,” he panted against her neck as he slipped a hand between them to rub her clit again.

  “Mmmm, Devil, I can’t,” she whimpered, straining against him as he fucked her faster, his hips losing the rhythm he’d established. The pleasure was too acute to bear, and she hazily wondered if this was what dying felt like. He fucked her wildly now, and the headboard thudded loudly against the wall.

  “Yes, you can,” he countered, dropping kisses against her throat as her pussy manacled his dick. “Give me another one, Molly. Come around my cock, baby, and send me over the edge. I wanna feel that pussy go liquid for me,” he growled, biting the column of her neck as she convulsed around his dick.

  The most intense pleasure Molly had ever experienced flooded her as Devil grunted against her cheek. “DevilDevilDevilDevil!” She chanted his name like a prayer as he pounded inside her.

  “Fuck, yes! Give it to me, baby!” he praised roughly as his own bliss began to suffuse him. His balls tingled, drawing tight as he lost control. “Jesus! Molly, I’m gonna come, baby!” he rasped as the first jet of his semen spilled into her body. Long furious bursts of his essence followed as her pussy began to spasm around his dick. “God, I love you,” he groaned, the words wrenched from his lips as he filled her. “My beautiful Molly!”

  Molly’s arms enfolded Devil as he collapsed against her, his warm weight surrounding her. His breath fell in huge gusts against her neck. Combing her fingers through his hair, she smiled weakly when he turned his head toward her. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice barely there.

  Covering her lips in a tender kiss, he met her eyes. “I love you, sweetheart.” Pushing up on his elbow, he took some of his weight off her. “I lost control at the end. Tell me I didn’t hurt you,” he demanded quickly, running his hand down her cheek and over her body.

  “No,” Molly denied softly. “You could never hurt me, out of control or not. I love the way you love me, Devil, no matter how it happens. Soft and sweet or hard and fast, it doesn’t matter. You give me everything I ever wanted.”

  Releasing a relieved breath, he pulled gently out of her body, grinning at the dissatisfied mew that she made. “I’m too heavy for you, sweetheart.” Rolling to his side, he pulled her against him and smiled when she automatically curved herself against his body like the well-loved woman she was. Burying his face in her neck, Devil inhaled deeply. “I didn’t know it was possible to be this happy, Molly.”

  “Me either,” Molly admitted with a contented sigh. “I just hope we always stay this way.”

  “Darlin’, I can guarantee you that your Devil will always keep things sizzling, and I don’t ever plan on letting you go.”

  Molly grinned. “Sizzling, huh? Does that mean that we’re gonna be caught in the wildfire?”

  “Damn straight.” Devil returned with a smile of his own, tightening his arms around her. “With no chance for escape.”

  “Lucky for you, I like the fire you’ve set around me, Devil. I think this might be one trap that I’ve got no interest in escaping.” Lifting her head, she stared into his eyes. “Just promise me that
you’ll always stay in the middle of the inferno with me.”

  “Always, Molly,” he vowed, cupping her cheek and kissing her long and slow.

  Relaxing into his safe arms, Molly let her mind drift. This man had made her the Devil’s bride and ensnared her in the binding ties of love and commitment.

  Happy now, she realized that this bonfire was exactly where she wanted to stay.

  Forever.

  Epilogue

  Almost two years later, give or take a month or so

  Happy birthday to me.... He hummed quietly to himself as he shifted his large body, trying to find some kind of comfortable position in the unforgiving chair at the side of Molly’s bed, all the while keeping one eye on the miracle to his right.

  A few years ago, if somebody had asked Devil Delancy how he thought he’d be celebrating this much bemoaned birthday, his current position was certainly not what he would have anticipated. Chuckling softly to himself, he shook his head. Not even close. In fact, his current location was the last place the man he’d used to be would have ever expected to be now.

  Not that he was complaining about his accommodations now. Fuck, no. He was exactly where he wanted to be.

  While celebrating this milestone with fatherhood at age forty wasn’t something the old Devil would have ever been able to believe (or stomach, for that matter), the new Devil was thrilled to have this chance. After all, Molly had delivered him one hell of a birthday present.

  Sure, he’d spent the last nineteen hours alternately being fluently cursed for his very existence, painfully threatened with castration, and openly chastised for his lack of control in the bedroom by his exhausted but beautiful wife as she labored to bring their child into the world. But he couldn’t say he was disappointed with the results, he thought with a satisfied look at the sleeping cherub inside the little bassinet next to the hospital bed.

  Nope, he felt like he’d just won the lottery, and the sleeping angel (or mini-minion, as his wife’s best friend, Sami, called her) was the prize of a lifetime. Little Devlynn Kathleen Delancy was the culmination of every dream he’d ever had. Named for their beloved Nana – the woman responsible for pushing her parents together - little Dev was an unquestioned beauty. A healthy seven pounds, she had Molly’s creamy complexion and red hair and Devil’s striking blue eyes. She was a true combination of both her mother and father.