“Oh,” she moans, her mouth forming a perfect little O I would love to fuck. My hands move to cup her butt and I push her hips into mine. My tongue dives into her mouth.
Fuck … the taste of her. It’s intoxicating, and I want her like I’ve never wanted anything before.
I grind into her so there’s no way she can miss the perpetual hardon I’m sporting. My arms trap her tight as I move my mouth, nibbling all the way down her neck to the bottom of her ear.
“Before small talk, there’s something I want to do first.”
There’s no girth in her voice as she asks, “What do you want to do?” But there’s plenty of ludicrousness in her eyes.
The croak in my voice, the hardness in my pants – there’s no mistaking what I want to do.
“You,” I wail. “I want to do you.” She stares at me with huge dark eyes filled with hunger. She’s not playing fair. I flip the button on those teeny-tiny shorts and shove them down to the floor. She’s wearing the sexiest laciest little piece of black underwear ever.
“Flip, Mel -” My chest heaves, my heart beats at a frenetic rhythm. “I don’t have any control left.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
“I like you out of control.” My eyes fly open and a guttural sigh heaves from my throat as my dick pulse against her belly.
“Now take me hard.” Gone. I’m fucking gone.
I pick her up and lay her down on the kitchen island.
A primal need surges through me like unraveled passion and my lips land on hers with reckless abandon as I force her into a devouring kiss. I push her back and rip that teasing piece of lace at the bottom – leaving the top around her waist. She mews and her knees spread apart.
“Holy fuck, Mel …” I rasp at the sight.
“What?” she giggles sinfully and slips her finger slowly and teasingly through her fold.
“Mmggg,” I groan while I look down to watch the teasing torment of her sex and I fucking almost explode. I grab that naughty finger and push it into my mouth and suck, tasting her.
“I … am going … to make love to you … all night … baby,” I try to form a coherent sentence, “- but first I need to fuck you.” Stepping into her, pressing between her legs, I bring my mouth back to hers. My hands run down her chest, cupping her breasts through the thin layer of the T … but it’s not enough. My hands descend to her hips and I grab the shirt and take it off gasping at the sight of her in a lacy black bra, matching the thong. She’s so fucking beautiful.
I pull both bra cups down to expose her tits.
Her tantalizing nipples and coquettish clit beckon me, but my need is just too great. I swear I’ll give them all the fucking attention they deserve later. I run a finger over her cleft and slip it into her seam, finding her wet and wanting. She wriggles in pleasure as I coat her with her own dampness. Fuck this.
I unbutton my pants and peel them down, freeing my hard throbbing cock.
I kiss her again, my tongue licks her lips. Tasting. Strawberries. I fucking love strawberries.
“You taste like strawberries.”
“Please-” she gasps and pulls on my hair as my finger circles inside her.
I push her back and grab her legs just under her bent knees, raising them up and over my shoulder. I tease her opening with my dick, coating my tip with her sweet cream.
“Mmm,” she moans. I push inside slowly but to the hilt, and my eyes fall close in perfect fucking ecstasy. I still – buried completely within her. That voodoo pussy closes around my penis like a goddamn glove, and I grunt out loudly.
“Oh fuck, angel,” I rasp as my control slips. My eyes blaze over her body and up to her baby-blues. The muscles of my torso strain. “You feel so damn good.”
My body is on fire with wild need as I try to rein my control back in – but it’s depleted. I slip out and slam back in, holding onto her hips.
“Yes … please …” she cries and throws me over the edge. I start a merciless pace, out, then thrusting back in, over and over, each time moaning her name.
There’s a knock on the door. Not breaking rhythm I glare at the entrance.
Mel’s body taunts for a second at the sound and I grab her breast and roll her nipple between my fingers to distract her. She groans and arches her back.
Even if I wanted to, I can’t stop … not even if it’s the devil who came knocking.
“Fuck. Off. We’re. Busy.” I shout breathlessly between pumps.
“Damion!” Mel is lost in her building orgasm, excited little pleas, and cries of ecstasy. I can feel the surge building inside me, her channel tightening around me, as I piston in and out.
“Fuck!” Jackson curses on the other side of the door. It is the devil.
“He’s pumping our sister,” Logan grunts. And I’m faintly aware of more voices swearing.
It is the devil and his brothers.
But I can’t give a damn. I’m on the verge of finding release. Mel squirms and scrapes her nails on the marble slab.
“Damion …” her voice hoarse with desire. Her hips lift and move with mine. I increase the rhythm. It’s brutal and hot, and fucking amazing.
I feel her cum – scorching wet she tightens blissfully around me – and she milks my orgasm right out of me. I squirt her insides with each lustful thrust as her name falls from my lips over and over again: “Mel … Mel … Mel … Mel.”
“I love you,” I whisper softly. Our eyes catch. “Me too.” It’s true. I can see it in her eyes.
For several moments the only sounds in the room are our rapid breaths and pounding heartbeats. I move her legs from my shoulders and pull out.
She quickly sits up straight and turns around to face the door. She burps out a nervous giggle.
“Do you think he’s gone?” she whispers with big eyes – still dark navy blue from the thundering orgasm. I shrug my shoulders. I hope so, but I really don’t give a fuck. Oh, I know this little stunt might have thrown me into the dog box, but it was worth it.
She chuckles, then jumps down, and with one hand between her legs, keeping in the juices, she trots down the hall – her shredded underwear around her middle, her breasts spilling from her bra – with me checking out the sight of her little tight naked ass. My dick flips up, ready for another round.
I pick up the discarded clothes, and only in my shirt do I follow her. This time, I’m going to take my time with her, giving each body part the attention it needs. I find her in the bathroom, wiping herself clean.
“You owe me some underwear,” she teases holding up the torn lace I so erotically destroyed.