Page 18 of Devil's Claim

My needs increasing.

Her pussy clenched even more, pulling me in so deep I was lost in her. As her breathing stilted and started, soft words sputtering from her mouth, I sensed she was close to another even more powerful climax.

I did what any bad man would. I fucked her more savagely, lowering her to the table and gripping her hips. With my fingers dug into her skin, every sound of our bodies melding together, breathless grunts and moans kept me satisfied.

“Yes…” She screamed once again and all I could do was smile.

Beads of sweat dripped to her back, rolling ever so slowly as the moment continued.

She whispered my name over and over again, the soft syllables pushing me past the edge. With three brutal pumps, I finally released.

Every breath ripped away, my chest was heaving. I kept my eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling as my cock continued filling her.

There were too many potential issues for my mind to be wandering to reckless endeavors.

I should have walked away when I’d had the chance.

Now there was a strange, unwanted sense of possessiveness that needed to be tossed aside. She wasn’t mine. I couldn’t get involved.

Yet the thoughts and desires continued weaving through every synapse, eating at me.

She finally shifted under me, a stark reminder that I’d gone against the rules I’d placed on myself almost two decades before.

Tasting her once had been an invitation for destruction.

A second time would add a definitive exclamation point onto a death warrant with my name on it.

I pulled away before my body’s needs outweighed all common sense.

She pushed up from the table, the blush from her bottom matching the color cresting along her clenched jaw. It was obvious she wasn’t interested in looking at me, her body shaking when she reached for her clothes.

When my cock was sated for the evening, I immediately grabbed my weapon. I certainly didn’t want the beautiful woman to get any vile thoughts. I’d hate to need to kill her after such intense enjoyment.

Dressed, she ripped out the bright pink scrunchie holding her hair in place and immediately moved toward her almost empty glass of wine.

As soon as I bent over to snatch my tee shirt, she bristled.

“You’re afraid of me.”

“Shouldn’t I be?”

She had a point and there were no brilliant words I could offer that would change her mind.

“What now?” she asked.

“Now, you go to bed.”

“Will you be gone in the morning?” Christine found the courage to look me in the eyes.

“I’m afraid I can’t leave.”

“Why?” She moved closer and as with her responses from before, my balls tightened.

Crowding her space didn’t make her flinch. “Because tomorrow I’ll accompany you to the engagement party.”

Her eyes opened wide, her silence only interrupted by her scattered breathing. “I don’t think so.”

The feisty side had returned. “Tell me, why is that?”