“Molly, get naked,” Devil demanded in a low, insistent voice.
“What?” Molly yelped, her own jaw dropping as his words registered with her.
“Get. Naked. Now,” Devil bit out, breathing deeply as he watched her every movement.
“Devil, I’ve still got a lot to…. Oh my God!” she shrieked, as her husband reached one hand out and ripped the still untied apron from her hands, watching as he hurled the cotton fabric toward the sink. “What the hell….”
“Naked, Molly, means no clothes,” Devil explained with exaggerated patience, following Molly when she scrambled backward, shaking her head.
“I know what naked means, you Neanderthal!” Molly yelled, her heart skipping a beat as Devil smiled that smile at her – the one that simultaneously made her panties melt and her stomach flip. Holding out a hand, she cooed with a serene smile, “Now, darlin’, you know I still have….”
“… to fuck your husband repeatedly. Oh, I know, sweetheart,” Devil interjected with a wicked grin all his own. “I can’t wait,” he declared, lunging for his wife and catching her by the sides of her fitted silk shirt. Putting one hand on either side of the material, Devil pulled, too impatient to deal with the buttons. He wrenched the fabric apart and stifled a groan as Molly’s lovely lace covered breasts appeared.
“Devil, I liked this shirt!” Molly yelped, watching helplessly as tiny pearl buttons went flying and the filmy fabric was ripped away from her chest.
“Yeah? Well, I love these tits, and my need to see them trumped your need to keep your shirt in one piece. I did give you a chance to strip, remember? Actually, to be fair, you had two chances. I can’t help it if you didn’t take one of them,” he murmured, drawing his index finger across the creamy flesh above her bra. “Goddamn, baby, you are a vision. These breasts, Mols,” he groaned, tugging one lacy cup aside to free her breast for his lips. “God, so gorgeous,” he whispered just before pulling her nipple between his lips.
Okay, she couldn’t be mad at his Tarzan tactics. Not really. First, her husband gave good compliments. And second, feeling his hands on her hips, dragging her body closer, reminded her just how much she’d missed that needy look he was giving her now as he released her breast from his mouth. Placing her hands on either side of his stubbled jaws, Molly smiled. “Okay, I get it. You’re horny.”
“Horny? No. We passed horny about forty-eight hours ago. I’m now officially dying to bury my dick inside you, Molly. My cock doesn’t feel the ache any longer. Ache is too mild a word for it. It feels the white hot pain of missing your pussy,” he explained, pushing the material that used to comprise her blouse off her rounded shoulders and letting it flutter to the floor.
“Alright, Dev. Let me just get these dishes in the….ooommmphh,” she gasped, growling as Devil bent and rammed his shoulder into her belly, pulling her body over his shoulder in a firemen’s carry. “Damn it, Devil Delancy, you put my ass down!” she shouted, smacking his ass sharply as he marched from the kitchen, studiously ignoring her screams. Grunting as Devil climbed the steps, Molly reminded herself that this wasn’t sexy. Acting like a caveman was disgusting, wasn’t it? It shouldn’t make her H-O-T that her man was simply done talking about what he wanted and was now taking it for his own rather than waiting for her to offer it when she was ready.
Pulled from her musings when her husband dropped her on her back on their bed, she bounced twice before her gaze adjusted and she zoned in on Devil. Shaking her head as she saw him stripping, her lips twitched as she asked, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m getting naked. Then, I’m gonna finish getting you naked if you refuse to do it for yourself,” Devil returned, his movements precise and clipped as he rid himself of his suit jacket, dress shirt, and trousers in seconds. “After that, we’re fucking, Molly. Long and hard, deep and dirty, babe. You’re done talking about dishes and weddings and parents and babies. Any topic that doesn’t revolve around your pussy or my cock is hereby banned! You got it?”
“No, I think you should be clearer,” Molly goaded him, giggling when his face turned purple.
“Keep on laughing, sweetness. I’m curious to see how loud you can laugh when I bury this dick inside you,” he wondered in a silky tone as he peeled his socks off. “Do you think you’ll still be giggling when my cock is introducing itself to your womb?” he asked as he turned to face her, hands on his hips.
The air got trapped in Molly’s throat as she stared at the incredibly sexy specimen her husband made, standing there, his penis full and throbbing as it jutted toward her. “I….I…. d-don’t….” she stammered.
“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?’ Devil asked, his lips twisting into an amused smile as he slowly approached where she lay sprawled in the center of their bed. Completely naked now, he stood at the side of the bed and stared down at her, trailing the fingers of one hand from her neck to hip.
“You know, you could have just asked me to come upstairs with you,” Molly pointed out breathlessly as his fingers continued to wander, visiting every hill and valley on her torso. “I might have surprised you and been cooperative.”
“His chest vibrated as he laughed deeply. “Pigs might sprout wings and fly up Armando’s butt, too, but I doubt it. Besides, I think you secretly enjoy it when I finally give into my inner brute and take away your options.”
“Hmmmm, barbarian does suit you on rare occasion, Delancy, but I wouldn’t make a habit of testing out your theory,” she advised, reaching out one hand to surround his thick phallus, stroking it from tip to root and pulling a low groan from his lips as his head fell back on his shoulders and his eyes drifted closed. “Believe it or not, I’ve missed you, too, honey,” she confided huskily as her pussy tingled and her nipples pebbled in excitement. She wasn’t lying; while she wasn’t at Devil’s level of desperation, she’d missed sharing her body with him, too.
Opening his eyes, Devil bent his head to stare down at his wife, love shining in his expressive eyes. “Maybe we ought to finish taking off your clothes so that I can adequately express to you just how much that feeling is returned,” he suggested, toying with the hem of her narrow pencil skirt with one hand as he found the button at the seam on her waist.
“That doesn’t sound like a half bad idea,” Molly agreed as she continued sliding her hand up and down Devil’s slick length. She caught her breath when Devil braced one knee against the mattress and bent to seize her mouth for a deep, possessive kiss while his hands worked the button and zipper on the side of her skirt. Squirming on the bed as he slid the material down her legs and tossed it carelessly aside, she moaned as his hand came back to rest heavily on her still-covered mound.
“I’m glad you approve,” Devil murmured huskily, covering her mouth again as he hooked his fingers into the scrap of lace that constituted her panties and pulled them slowly down her long legs. Tossing the thong over his shoulder, he reached for the clasp on Molly’s bra without lifting his head. Instead, he deepened their kiss, swirling his tongue around hers in an intimate game of hide and seek. “I love you, Molly,” Devil whispered as he pulled back long enough to slide the snowy white bra down her arms and hungrily eye his wife’s heavy breasts.
Moaning as Devil palmed one warm globe and lifted it to his mouth, Molly watched him envelope her nipple, twirling his tongue around the hardened peak and watching as it drew even tighter. “God!” she gasped as he delivered the same treatment to the opposite breast, “I love it when you do that.”
“Tits like these deserve to be worshiped, darlin’. And believe me, I could kneel at this altar all night, but you’ve got so many more curves that I want to explore,” Devil rumbled in his velvety voice as he rained kisses over the upper curves of her breasts.
Molly felt like she was being both bathed in pleasure and showered by bliss as Devil traveled the hills and valleys of her body, exploring every inch of flesh with his damp lips. He paused every once in a while to lavish attention on certain locales, b
ut mostly his mouth remained on the move, content to map her body with gentle touches of his lips. It was slow and sensual, and everything a woman could ask for in a lover.
Her legs moved restlessly against his as he reached the curve of her belly and hunger unlike anything she’d experienced before began to claw at her as Devil’s soft lips lingered over her belly button, his devilish tongue flicking that ticklish spot playfully. Writhing underneath her husband’s marauding lips, Molly giggled as her fingers speared Devil’s hair. “Stop that!” she gasped, twisting underneath him as their legs tangled together.
“Tell me I’m a sex god, then,” Devil demanded, flicking her belly button again and pulling a high pitched squeal from his wife.
“Are you crazy? I will not!” Molly laughed, attempting to turn away from him onto her belly.
Holding Molly flat on her back with one splayed palm against her torso, Devil grinned against her skin. “Say it,” he demanded, moving his mouth lower, his breath teasing against her sensitive folds. “Say it or you earn a punishment,” he warned teasingly, lifting his head long enough to give his wife a roguish grin.
Molly’s eyes lit up at his not-so-scary threat. Licking her lips slowly as her body undulated beneath his, she shook her head. “No,” she clipped tartly, privately knowing that his ‘punishment’ would deliver nothing but the most sinful pleasure.
“No, huh?” Devil drawled, one eyebrow arching as he considered his wife beneath him. “Is my Molly feeling sassy tonight?” he asked, popping his open palm against her neatly trimmed pussy. Hearing her low moan, Devil grinned again. “Tell me, baby, am I going to need to fuck that sass right out of you?”
Molly offered her husband a sexy smile and cocked her head on the pillow as she stared up at him and said the three words guaranteed to drive him wild. “If you can.”
Devil’s eyes narrowed and his face flushed. “You doubt I can?” he questioned, his voice one step above a whisper as his cock flexed between them.
“Well, it’s been a long time and you aren’t getting any younger, honey,” Molly returned with a saucy smile, silently knowing that her little goad would only make their lovemaking hotter. “Now, me? I could go all night. But you….”
“Your mouth’s gonna write a check your body can’t cash, darlin’,” Devil warned in a serious voice even though his eyes were bright and excited.
“Honey, I stand by every word I’m sayin’,” she returned. “I think you’re the one that might have over anticipated what he was capable of doing,” Molly continued to provoke as a shiver of anticipation slid down her spine.
“Woman, I hope you don’t mind walking down the aisle at Mannie’s wedding bow-legged,” Devil growled, rocking his hips against her pelvis, showing her just how aroused he was. “This cock is gonna tear that sweet little pussy of yours up,” he promised, nipping her chin.
“You gonna do something other than talk, darlin’?” Molly pushed, her breathing accelerating as she watched those gorgeous eyes of his darken with intent.
Snarling, Devil backed up until he knelt between Molly’s spread legs and stared down at her damp core. Already, her barely-there curls looked darker, wetter, and sexy as fuck. Lifting his eyes to hers, he ground out, “Our safe word for the night is ‘giraffe’. Use it if you need it, baby.” Then, he dove, face first, into her pussy.
Chapter Twelve
Devil
Molly’s sweet moans pierced the silence of the bedroom as she thrashed beneath his mouth. Licking his tongue up and down her slit, he felt her stomach tighten underneath the hand he had pressed against her stomach. Swirling his tongue in a circle around her swollen nub, he nearly came like a teenager against the sheets when he heard her low cry of delight.
Flicking her tender bud with the tip of his tongue as he carefully pulled it between his teeth, Devil moaned as Molly’s delectable taste coated his tongue. She tasted like apples and sunshine, fresh and sweet simultaneously. A man could easily get drunk on the sinfully wicked delight of eating her out. Fortunately for him, he was the only one that would ever have the privilege of dining on her. He might not have been his wife’s first lover, but he was determined to be her last. No man would ever take this from him while he still breathed. Lifting his head, his gaze climbed up her body to settle on her glowing face. Lips parted as she pulled quick bursts of air into her lungs, she fought to regulate her breath. Using his thumb to keep her clit stimulated, he rubbed in a slow back and forth pattern while he slipped two fingers into her drenched cunt. “You like that, baby? Or do you want my tongue back?” he asked, curling his fingers inside her and rubbing that patch of nerves that made her toes curl.
“I don’t care,” Molly gasped as his fingers pumped in and out of her pussy and her clit swelled against his thumb. “It all feels so good, Devil! The pleasure is almost painful,” she almost whined, lifting her hips off the bed to meet the shallow thrust of his hand.
“Does it hurt so good, babe?” Devil whispered, dropping his head to pull her nipple between his lips and suckle gently. Pulling his fingers free of her greedy pussy, he slapped her wet folds sharply, pulling a long moan from her lips as her hips arched again.
“God!” she gasped as he plunged three fingers into her. “Yes! It’s such a good hurt, Devil,” she whimpered, biting her lower lips as she chased the pleasure, undulating her hips to try and pull his fingers deeper into her. “Fuck me, Devil,” she begged breathlessly. “Please, just fuck me.”
“Not yet,” he growled, releasing her nipple and sliding down her body to lick her clit as he continued to finger fuck her. “Want you good and primed before I dive into that pussy. Because once I get there, Sweetheart, I’m gonna be there for a long time.”
“I’m ready now, baby,” Molly pleaded with him, closing her eyes as her body reached for him.
Christ, he was fucked. Once he got inside her tight little pussy, he’d be lost. Watching as his beautiful wife’s body chased her climax, his jaw tightened. His cock ached with the sweetest kind of pain, flexing against his abdomen as it waited to take a turn inside Molly’s body. She was so fucking tight. “Jesus, babe, this perfect pink pussy is sucking at my fingers. I can feel your walls tremble. You need that orgasm bad, don’t you?” he whispered, dragging his tongue over her distended bud again before he pulled it between his lips and sucked sharply. Smiling as Molly cursed loudly, he suckled her clit once more, tugging it with his teeth before letting go and blowing against it.
Molly shuddered against the bed, keening with need as her fingers raked his scalp. “Fuck, Devil! I love the way you do that!”
“Do what, baby? I wanna hear you say it. Use that nasty mouth and tell me what you love,” he demanded roughly, slapping her pussy again before grinding the heel of his hand against her clit. “If you want me to do it, fuckin’ say it and maybe I’ll allow this sweet little pussy a bit of relief,” he bargained, lifting his head to bore his eyes into hers.
“I love the way you eat me out,” Molly shouted hoarsely. “Please, baby, lick my pussy. Let me cum on your tongue.”
“You wanna feed me your cream, Angel? Do you wanna cum all over my lips?” Devil rasped, already pressing openmouthed kisses against the insides of each of her thighs while her musky scent taunted the beast inside him. Pulling her thighs over his shoulders, he settled between her legs to give her what she needed.
“Yes!” Molly screamed as her thighs shook around his neck. “Please, yes!”
Dipping his head, Devil licked and kissed every inch of her pussy. Using the flat of his tongue, he swept it up and down her slippery cunt, drawing in her essence and relishing her taste as his fingers pushed inside her, sliding against the contracting walls of her pussy. Her channel gripped him, pulsing around his digits as he growled against her clit and worked Molly’s body into a frenzy. He loved it when she got lost in the pleasure and forgot everything but him and what he could do to her. Lifting his head a few inches, he watched his shiny fingers thrust in and out of her, slick with her
juices. “Fuck, baby, I love your pussy. Always so hot and tight. Fuckin’ made for me and me alone,” he shared hoarsely.
“Yes! Yours. Always yours, Devil,” Molly panted, her body stiffening as her first orgasm began to spread through her body. “Oh, God, Devil,” she whimpered faintly, “I’m there, baby!”
He lapped his tongue once more and collected her cream before he pulled his mouth away from the most scrumptious meal he’d ever been fed. Coming to his knees, Devil jerked his fingers from her cunt and replaced them with his cock. Devil hovered above Molly as he sank inside her and prayed he didn’t lose himself right then. He held himself still, knowing it had been months since he’d intimately loved his wife. He knew her body needed a moment to adjust to his invasion, but when her walls clenched around his dick in what felt like a silk shrouded vice, he knew he was fighting a losing battle. Her pussy was tightening around him with a grip that made his balls ache and he was a single breathe away from throwing caution to the wind and fucking her like the end of the world was coming. “Ah, fuck,” he bit out, clamping his teeth together as he fought his own release back. “Goddamn, Molly, baby, be still,” he implored the squirming woman as she wrestled with her own orgasm. “If you make me cum before I get a chance to hammer this little pussy, you won’t sit for a week,” he threatened against her ear, sucking her ear lobe between his lips as he silently recited the batting order of the Atlanta Braves in order to keep his cock in check.
Waiting until the flutters in Molly’s pussy had lessened, he began to move inside her, thrusting deeply but gently in measured strokes designed to work them both up. “You okay, baby? Is this too much?” he asked, dipping his head to lick a bead of sweat from Molly’s neck.
“No, this is perfect. You’re perfect,” Molly moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. “I love feeling you move inside me,” she shared softly before lifting her head to meet his mouth with her own.
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