Page 17 of Devil's Claim

Her moans lingered in my ears much like her scent filled my nostrils, awakening every pore.

Using my knee, I pressed her legs open even wider until only her toes were touching the floor. It dawned on me once again I didn’t know much about her, but that made the sinful act even more delicious.

With my lips partially open, I kissed her neck, dragging my tongue down her back. She shuddered, fisting and flexing her fingers. There was nothing I couldn’t do with her.

To her.

She’d surrendered in ways I hadn’t anticipated.

I rubbed my fingers down her spine, smacking her bottom three times in rapid succession. Just the light blush color that appeared spurred me on. I craved to see my handprint seared into her skin.

Maybe I was an asshole. Perhaps I was no good for her. But nothing mattered except devouring every inch.

When I brushed my fingers down the crack of her ass, she pushed up from the table.

“Don’t worry, my little cake. When I take you here, and I will take every single inch, you’ll scream in pleasure.” I smacked her buttocks twice more to keep her rapt attention. “However, there is nothing wrong with a little pain. That enhances the rapture.”

My dick throbbed, more so than usual.

I could easily fuck her for hours.

Why the hell not?

There was no place to be, a new plan established in my mind. And sweet Christine would become my accomplice.

A grin on my face, I rubbed my cockhead up and down between her rounded cheeks. Leaning over, I nuzzled her neck, pressing my lips against her heated skin. She shuddered in my hold, every sound adding fuel to the raging fire.

When I bit her neck, she pushed up again. We were so close, perfectly matched, her soft skin in direct contrast to my hard body. I pressed the tip against her wetness, taking my time as I pushed my cock in by only an inch.

Stiffening, she kept her head turned just enough I was able to see the shimmer dancing across her skin. There was nothing quite like the feel of her muscles constricting around my shaft as I plunged the remainder inside.

“Oh… Yes,” she muttered. Even the sound of her voice was a turn-on. I slid my hands underneath, cupping and squeezing her breasts. She sobbed just once when I pinched her nipples. God, she was perfect in every way, exactly what I’d wanted for far too long.

The liquid heat became more extreme, our carnal sounds filtering into the room. It was glorious, almost as much as how wet she’d become.

I should have left, seeking another hiding place.

I hadn’t.

And why?

Because something inside me had snapped; my cock had reacted at the first words from her mouth.

Closing my eyes, I pumped deep inside, marveling just how hot and wet her pussy remained. We were sweaty and hot, the damn Miami heat permeating the entire apartment.

Was the goddamn air conditioning working?

Or was the slickness, the explosive heat a powerful reaction to our electric connection? Whatever the case, breathing was becoming more difficult. Every smile, so tentative and uncertain, had drawn me in.

The way she looked in the clothes clinging to her round hips and luscious breasts had driven me into an intolerable place.

I cracked my hand against her bottom three more times, grinning as her skin shifted into a sweet shade of crimson.

Our bodies melded together and I kept her aloft, pumping long and hard into her tight pussy. Every muscle was tense and every sound she made was driving me to the point of release. We were both crazed and she threw her hands back, gripping my thighs. I twisted her nipples until she cried out.

The heat became more explosive.

My heart was beating out of control.