tired body about to come. Suddenly Devon
threw my arms down on the bed and stopped pushing inside of me. “You don’t come
until I want you to come.” I knew trying to pull my wrists back was useless;
Devon’s strong hands wouldn’t budge. I pressed myself up against him.
“I forgot you were feisty.” I could
still feel him hard against me, just taunting my needy body. “Please,” I
begged. Devon slipped one hand down and began to stroke my wet folds. “Please,”
I began to squirm my hips needing him to brush his hand against my sensitive
nub.
“I love it when you beg,” he said stroking me.
I almost screamed in pleasure, but he still wasn’t letting
me come.
He thrust himself completely into
me. I could feel the heat beginning to simmer in my belly. “I want you to
remember this next time you want to play a game. Say you belong to me.” He
slammed into me again and then waited for my answer.
“I’m yours.” I could feel his rough
hand pinching my swollen nub as he began thrusting into me. “I’m yours. I’m
yours,” I whispered, my voice now hoarse from my cries. He turned my face and
gently kissed me. The sweet feel of his tongue, the roughness of his hand, and
the punishing thrust of his cock sent me screaming into ecstasy. I could feel
him quicken his pace and he pushed himself completely into me, shouting his
orgasm.
He laid over top of me and gently
held my face, giving me sweet soft kiss. He held me in his arms. My hands lightly explored his body,
learning him. I reached up and we shared a lazy sweet kiss before the sleep
conquered me.
I woke up happy from a satisfying
dream, only to find I was alone in the bed. My heart dropped a little, but I
rolled over to the still warm sheets and inhaled Devon’s musky scent. I took a
shower and moaned at the feeling of the droplets hitting my newly sensitive
body. I felt beautiful and satisfied. I slowly got dressed loving the small
bite of pain on my nipples as I slid into my shirt.
I opened my door and came face to
face with Devon. There wasn’t any awkwardness, but there was some deep-rooted
lust. I walked over to him and rubbed my fingers up his corded torso until my
hands snaked around his neck. I brought his lips crashing down into mine. He
didn’t fight me. His hands groped my body and I sighed loving the feel of them.
Devon stepped back when he heard
the sound of James clearing his throat. “There’s been an emergency. Devon suit up.” Devon face and posture quickly became tense and
distant. He rushed down the hall past James.
“Ms. Beaumont,”
“Piper,” I interrupted. James smiled and threw a black
duffel bag into my arms.
“Piper retrieve all the supplies you thing you’ll need to
battle a bad spirit.”
“I’ll get my crystals…battle?” I
asked unsure if whether I had heard James correctly. “Yes we’re going to need
all the help we can get. Be downstairs in five minutes.” James then ran down
the hall too. I was left outside my door cringing with a list of items running
through my head.
“Battle?” I asked out loud in
disbelief. This was going to be the first of many interesting days.