Page 34 of Satan's Naughty List
“Believe me, sucking you distracted me plenty,” he mumbles. Kneading the soft flesh of my ass, he groans deeply. We brush together, another shudder flowing through both of us. Undulating gently, our sensitive shafts jump against one another.
Fingers catching in the ends of my hair, my head is tugged backward. His lips land on mine heavily, our mouths weave and dance. Tongues flicking against each other, he captivates me and kisses me until I can’t breathe. Even then, he doesn’t let up. Coasting down my throat, he sucks harshly on several spots. One spot in particular under my ear has my knees buckling. I damn near jump into his arms with how good it felt. If his cock was inside of me, I definitely would have came.Hard.
As if reading my fucking mind, his hands coast to my ass then to my thighs. Light pressure pushes on the back of them. Throwing my arms around his neck, I don’t even get the chance to jump as he pulls me up. The squeal of surprise slips before I can even catch it. He absolutely takes pride in being able to throw me around like a rag doll.
Stepping into the shower, we’re immediately taken over by steam. Hot water meets my back, but it’s not too much. It feels just right, exactly how I like it.
“Are you trying to get brownie points, mister?” I tease. He shakes his head with a light laugh.
“Yes, sir,” he retorts, bringing my lips back to his.
“Well, you do know that shower sex isn’t ideal, then?” I question. It’s something that so many people think is a real thing. Water isn’t oil, and it just makes you chafe.
Unless you have lube in the shower. Like a smart person.
My husband is said smart person.
With another laugh, he sets my feet on the floor before turning me around. I don’t get a warning as I’m forced to put my hands on the slippery wall.
“Oops,” he exhales. Cool drops of lube meet my puckered hole contrasting the warm water and steam surrounding us. “Guess we’ll just have to make due then.” I’m about to make a snippy comment when he nudges the head of his thick cock in my entrance.
Brows pinch, mouth dropping, I’m panting and ready for him to bottom out inside of me. In all honesty, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of him using me like his own damn pleasure toy.
“Oh, fuck,” he grunts hoarsely, one hand clasped tightly on my hip while the other guides him further into me. Stretching me to the max, I cry as his balls slap against mine.
“You feel so good,” I croak, reaching behind me to grab onto him. His fingers lace with mine, twisting slightly and pushing it up my back. Our twisted arms rest on my lower back and he uses it for leverage.
He drives in and out of me without abandon, tweaking his hips slightly until he hitsthe spot.
“Yes!” I cry, knees threatening to buckle. Pushing backward, I use the leverage we have to fuck him frantically. The special spot shoots me higher into the sky of pleasure, sitting right on the edge.
“Cum for me,” he grunts, reaching around and stroking my pulsing cock. Sparks start low in my stomach, spinning and twining through my nerves. Finally, I shout as he pushes me over the precipice of pleasure harshly. My body convulses, ass fluttering around his cock as he drives roughly into me. His breath stutters, body shudders as he releases deep inside of. I’m still shooting ropes of cum onto the wall as he wrings me dry. His hand doesn’t let up, ensuring I’ve been completely drained.
Pulling away slowly, I can’t help the cold feeling that overtakes my body from the loss of him inside of me. It’s an odd feeling, one that doesn’t seem to happen often.
“You okay?” He asks, wrapping me tightly in his arms. I nod, curling like a cat in his strong grip. There’s this heavy feeling in my chest about everything around me. It’s like a crushing weight, but I’m also much lighter than when we came in here.
“Let’s wash up.” He reaches around me, grabbing the washcloth and lathering it with soap. Taking great care with my body, he gently makes sure that I’m taken care of before he even thinks of himself. Fingers dig deeply into my scalp, and I can guarantee that he’s trying to avoid a slight drop in my emotions. Widower used to experience them a lot, they were pretty harsh, so I’m grateful mine haven’t been that bad. I just tend to get this heavy feeling, that’s all.
“I love you.” Standing on my tip-toes, I bring his mouth to mine. This kiss doesn’t determine who is in charge. No, this one simply says that we love one another unconditionally. Even if it means bringing a third person into it.
“I love you, Pax,” he sighs happily, cupping my jaw and pecking across my face lovingly. I laugh and shove him away lightly.
We both wrap in fluffy towels, drying off and relishing in the time we have alone.
“Are you tired? I can ask Widower to give you the night. They probably won’t need you until the morning if they’re tracking off your phone.”
“I haven’t slept in a couple days, but I don’t want to keep Aspen in that situation any longer.” My mind is split between getting her back and the utter exhaustion that threatens to take over my mind and body.
“Like I said, we can rest and set an alarm. They’re going to be digging into the phone. There’s not much we can do tonight besides allow you to rest.” Nodding, we both slip into a pair of boxers. He shoots a quick text to Widower to let her know, and we slip into bed together. Our hair is still wet, but I don’t think that’s ever stopped us. Bed head is a new trend. If it’s not, then it should be.
“Rest,” he commands. He clings to me tightly, my head resting on his chest and listening to the soft pattern of his heart beating.
Chapter Twenty-Four
One Week Later
“There!”Roboshouts,pointingto the dart on the map. Zooming in, we manage to drag the camera to a better angle point. Two guys walk out of the house, laughing and shoving one another. A third trails after them, large and scruffy.
