Page 39 of The Burdens We Share (Satan’s Angels #3)

I lick his tip and tease it before I slide him into my mouth at first only the tip and then by the second stroke I try to fit as much as I can inside my mouth.

It takes a great effort to fit his cock in my mouth and my eyes widen in surprise when I find I only managed to fit about half.

Tears spring to my eyes and he uses his hands in my hair to pull me backward, removing his cock from my throat.

“You okay?” He asks, concern suddenly in his voice.

I nod, “I’m fine.”

He frowns, “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I just thought I could fit more down my throat. You’re huge,” I laugh around my embarrassment as I start stroking him again.

Dallas gives me a reassuring look, “You were doing amazing, Little Devil. If it’s uncomfortable for you, you don’t have to force it.”

I shake my head, “No. I want to.”

He clenches his jaw as if he’s unsure of whether or not to believe me, but I don’t give him the time to decide because I suck him back into my mouth, this time taking a little more of him than before.

He holds on to my hair and I start to create a rhythm of sucking him into my throat, using my hand to stroke him as I go.

He starts to relax and I watch as his lids start to flutter in pleasure.

I use my other hand to cup his balls and I feel his cock twitch in my throat.

In moments, I watch as his body starts to tense up and he looks down at me with a feral look in his eyes.

He bares his teeth around a groan as he holds my head in place by my hair and pulls out of my mouth, “I’m not ready to come yet, Little Devil. ”

He wipes the tears from my cheeks and reaches down, grabbing my waist and lifting me off the ground.

He wraps my legs around his waist and kisses me, my center pressed against his length.

I’m so wet that he could slide in with no effort.

He reaches down and fists his length, rubbing his tip between my folds and through my wetness. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

I nod, “Yes, please.”

“You’ve been such a good girl, Little Devil. I think you deserve it.” His voice is so deep, so dangerous, and laced with honey and venom.

I never thought I had a praise kink. Never in my life. But here we are now…

He presses his tip against my slick entrance and I cry out as he pushes inside me.

For a second he just holds me, his hands holding my thighs up and his cock fully sheathed inside of me.

I’ve never been with anyone this big in my life.

It takes a moment for me to adjust to his size and then he looks down at me and his nostrils flare. “Are you on the pill?”

I nod, “Yes, and I’m clean.”

“Me too,” he says before he lifts me up and nearly off of his cock. A second later he sinks me back down on him and I moan.

There’s something about being held up like this and fucked, being so completely out of control and surrendering my body to him completely, that nearly undoes me. He makes a rhythm of it, lifting me and thrusting inside of me rapidly and I kiss his jaw as he grunts and groans.

He sinks inside me so deep, that I cry out and he freezes before he walks us over to the leather couch and places me on the edge.

He lays me on my back and sinks back inside of me.

He uses one hand to press down on my belly, making his thrusts more intense from inside and the pleasure is almost too much.

In moments, I’m clenching around him on an orgasm and he just continues fucking me ruthlessly.

I press my knees together and cry out and he pushes my knees apart, demanding, “Keep your legs open, I want to see that pretty pussy.”

Oh my God, this man. His words are enough to make me come again.

He places my legs over his shoulders and crosses his arms around my legs, pounding into me harder and faster. “Your pussy is so tight, fuck,” he moans as he continues his rhythm.

In seconds, I’m coming again, clenching around him and I feel him stiffen, his orgasm surely close behind mine.

He starts to slow his pace and the effects of my orgasm are so strong, that my body starts to tremble and shake in pure pleasure.

My eyes even roll to the back of my head for a few seconds and his strokes slow before he pulls out of me and pumps himself, spilling warm spurts of his release on my stomach.

We’re a mess of breaths as we both work to gather ourselves. “Don’t move,” he says breathlessly as he turns and walks towards the kitchen.

I look up to get the perfect view of his firm ass and back muscles.

God, he is so perfect. He grabs a clean dish towel and runs it under some water before he wrings it out and walks back over to me.

He gives me a very long and warm look as he starts cleaning me up and when he’s done, he helps me to a sitting position, lifts my chin, and kisses me.

“And just when I thought I couldn’t get any more attracted to you, Little Devil,” he shakes his head on a smile.

I chuckle and a yawn breaks my smile. He grins as he sweeps me off the couch with an arm under my knees and another supporting my back. “What are you doing?” I ask.

He looks down at me as he carries me bridal style up the stairs, “I’m running us a hot shower and then we’re going to bed.”

I don’t protest because after what we just did, my legs feel like gelatin and I’m sore in all the right places. I just rest my head against his chest and close my eyes, smiling.

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AS PROMISED, DALLAS ORGANIZED a show for me to perform.

I’m no singer. That’s Brody’s thing, but I am a phenomenal bass player and I played bass in a lot of our band’s most well-known and famous songs.

While I played, I tried to picture my father in my shoes, and the thought of accomplishing what he dreamed of doing but never got the chance to made it more special.

And amidst all the faces in the crowd, I could only find one person’s eyes. Dallas.

Overall, our weekend was amazing. I’ll never forget it.

We spent so much time talking and he really opened up to me in ways I never imagined.

He told me so much about his mother and the childhood memories he had with her.

From what he’s told me, she sounded like a truly wonderful and wholesome human being with so much love in her heart. Her memory reminds me of my father’s.

When we weren’t talking, we were having mind-blowing sex all over his apartment and when we were finished, we’d curl up on the couch and watch a movie or I’d work on some new bass melodies for potential songs. Sooner or later Satan’s Angels needs to put out a new album so why not?

We went back to LA after that weekend and since then we’ve been hopping back and forth between my house and Dallas’ house.

We’ve settled into a routine that almost feels like we’re in some kind of relationship, but I’m not sure we are.

He’s never mentioned anything, but I think I would like to be.

Regardless, we haven’t had much time to dedicate to talking about these things because Dallas has been hellbent on finding my stalker.

He spends so much time on his computer working and when I ask him what he’s up to, he starts talking in computer language about IP addresses, firewalls, encryptions, and all sorts of things I have no idea about.

He and Harvey say they’re pretty close to finding my stalker which relaxes me but in a fucked up way, makes me wonder where Dallas and I will be when he’s finally caught.

It’s been two weeks since we’ve been back and pretty soon I’m gonna have to go back to set because we have to finish filming this movie.

When that’s over, the girls and I decided to spend a lot of time in the studio working on a new album.

I want to get back to modeling, but I’m a little nervous that I’ll somehow get triggered and my eating problems will get worse again.

I’ve been so good and Dallas has been ensuring I get back to my old weight.

I know these things take time, but I’m impressed with the progress I’ve made.

I’ve gained a few pounds and while it’s made me anxious, Dallas has been there to reassure me.

“Little devil?” Dallas calls from downstairs.

I’m in the shower in his en-suite bathroom and call out, “In the shower!”

I rinse the suds from my hair, closing my eyes and when I open them Dallas is standing on the other side of the glass door.

I scream because what the fuck? I wasn’t expecting him to be there because I didn’t hear him come in.

I place a palm on my chest and take a long breath.

“Sorry,” he starts stripping out of his clothes. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I relax as he enters the shower and wraps his arms around me, “It’s okay.”

He leans down and kisses me before he informs me, “Harvey is coming over in a little. We think we have a good lead on the stalker.”

I force a smile, “Good.” I twist out of his arms and turn my back on him, rinsing the rest of the soap from my hair.

The truth is that this is bittersweet. Of course, I want that man caught for all that he’s done and put me through.

But part of me doesn’t want him caught because that means what I have with Dallas will change.

Dallas spins me around and presses me with a hard look, “What’s wrong? This is good news.”

I shrug, “I know.”

“So why don’t you look happy?”

I frown and swallow as I come clean, “I want him caught. I really do. I guess I’m just a little sad at the same time because I don’t want things between us to change and I feel like they will if he’s out of the equation.”

He tilts his head at me before a slow smile spreads on his lips. “Why would anything change between us?”

I chew my lip and don’t answer. His voice lowers and he adds, “When he’s no longer a problem, I don’t want things to change between us. I like what we have, maybe a little too much. I don’t think they have to change unless you want them to.”