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she begged mindlessly, cupping her other
breast and offering it to him.
     
    “Hell,
yeah,” Devil encouraged throatily.  “Feed me that sweet tit,” he growled,
taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking sharply as he thrust his fingers
inside her harder and faster than before.
     
    “Devil! 
Oh, fuck, it’s happening!  I’m coming,” Molly shouted hoarsely.  She shook as
her orgasm barreled into her, her pussy clenching rhythmically as white-hot
pleasure suffused her body.  Holding onto Devil’s neck, she rode out wave after
wave of elation, the euphoria leaving her weak and trembling in his strong
arms. 
     
    Smiling
down at his wife, Devil pressed a kiss to her sweaty forehead.  “You are so
fuckin’ beautiful when you come hard like that,” he whispered lovingly before
moving his mouth to hers, exchanging a long wet kiss with her.
     
    Molly
beamed at him as she turned slightly in his arms, adjusting so that she could
reach into the water to wrap her hand around his cock.  “Your turn,” she stated
silkily, pressing a wet kiss to his chest as she swept her hand up and down his
dick.
     
    “Oh,
hell, no,” Devil objected, dragging her hand off him.  “Not like that.  I’ve
blown way too many loads on my stomach these last couple of months.  When I go,
it’s gonna be deep inside that tight pussy of yours.”
     
    That
sounded like a wonderful idea to Molly, and she was grateful that she’d opted
for the birth control shot at her last doctor appointment.  There’d be nothing
between her and Devil tonight when he slipped inside her.  “I’d say that could
definitely be arranged.”
     
    Returning
her smile, Devil rested his forehead against hers.  “Then let’s get out of this
tub and move this party to our bedroom.  I feel like a snack before I fuck
you.  I’ve got a craving for the sweetest pussy I’ve ever eaten.  Think you can
help me with that?”
     
    “Oh,
Devil, I can’t wait to help you with that,” Molly replied as her husband helped
her stand on shaky legs.  “In fact, I’ll race you to the bedroom.”

Chapter Four
    Devil
     
    When
he was a younger man, Devil had always likened marriage to prison.   It wasn’t
exactly a death sentence, but it damned well looked like it would feel like
one.  And if marriage was a prison, then married sex had to be prison food.  It
wasn’t haute cuisine by any stretch of the imagination, but at least a man
wouldn’t starve, right?  The food might not be fancy, but at least it was
filling. 
     
    That’s
the way he used to think in the old days.  Or, as he liked to think of it, the
pre-Molly days.  Luckily for him, his wife had changed how he felt.  He could
admit he’d been an idiot.  Fortunately, the love of a good woman could transform
even an utter fool like him into what passed for a sensitive lover.
     
    Now, while
he stared at his wife as she stepped out of their Jacuzzi, water sluicing over
her sexy curves, Devil knew that he’d been completely reformed.  Molly had
accomplished what most people had said was impossible.  He had been entirely
tamed by the love of one good woman.  It was trite, but true.  Now, he also
understood that marriage – or more specifically his marriage - was a paradise
rather than a prison.  Finding the other half of himself had shown him that
with the right person at his side, everything was better.  As for married sex…
well, that was the sensual utopia to be found in the center of Shangri- La. 
And the food in his own personal paradise was anything but boring.
     
    Watching
as Molly reached for a fluffy white towel, Devil nearly groaned as she covered
up those luscious curves in terrycloth.  “Lose the towel, Molly,” Devil
ordered, his voice deep and insistent as she met his gaze.  Her exquisite body
looked entirely too edible to cover even for a moment.  “I want you naked… no
material to get in my way tonight.”  He watched as his cooperative wife slowly
grinned