Devil's Charm(35)

“I’ll warm it up for you, baby. I promise.” Throwing the empty tube away, he concentrated his efforts on her ass. Sliding his fingers through the crack, he coated his digits with the lube before pressing more into her ass.

She tensed around him, but he didn’t let up, sliding his fingers in deep. Once she’d taken both of his fingers, he pressed the head of his cock to her ass. The tight muscles stopped him from going any further. Pressing more against her ass, he waited for her to relax. After several seconds passed, Lexie finally relaxed long enough for him to slide the tip inside. Returning his hands to her hips, he fed his cock into her tight, hot ass.

Their moans mingled together, echoing off the walls. She collapsed to the bed so only her bottom half was raised on her knees.

“How are you feeling, baby?”

“Fucking wild. You’re in my ass.”

He laughed, keeping his grip on her hips.

“That I am, and it’s about to get a whole lot fucking wilder.” He pulled out of her ass, watching himself appear. Without waiting for her to grow accustomed to him not being inside her, he slammed back in. She cried out. Her ass tightened around him.

Over and over, he fucked her ass, all the time wanting to brand her body with his cock. He felt possessed with the need to fuck her harder.

“Stroke your clit,” he said. “I want to feel you come.”

Her hand disappeared between them. He felt the change in her body the instant she started to finger her sweet clit. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt. Marking her didn’t feel enough, and he felt like a fucking brute for the possessive feeling flowing through him.

After a few minutes of her playing with her pussy, she came apart, and her ass tightened even more around him.

Closing his eyes he thrust inside her one final time feeling his orgasm wash over him. He collapsed over her, panting for breath.

Then like a giant wave Devil realized what he was feeling for her.

Devil was in love with Lexie Howard.





Chapter Ten



On Friday night the following week Lexie stayed around Phoebe’s house. She’d grown close to the other woman in the last few weeks, and they’d worked relentlessly in bringing the club back up to a good standard for the boys. Judi was staying over as well. Devil’s large house was too much for either of them when he wasn’t staying at home. Lexie certainly wasn’t used to the noises and could only deal with them when he was home. He’d left the house a couple of hours ago telling her that he wouldn’t be home. She hated when he left her alone. The last week since their barbeque had been something of a fairytale. For so long she hadn’t believed in fairytales whereas now she was starting to think, maybe there really was such a thing. Not the castles, princesses, and princes but something magical within life from allowing others inside.

Sitting on the sofa she smiled at an approaching Phoebe. She really did like the other woman.

“Kids are in bed. Vincent is having some time with his brothers. All is right in the world. At least, everything is all right tonight. I can only handle so much calm,” Phoebe said, pouring herself a glass of wine as Lexie finished some juice. She didn’t feel like drinking beer, and she’d never been much of a wine drinker.

“I know what you mean. It seems so strange to be sat here drinking wine and having fun,” Lexie said, smiling. She felt totally relaxed.

“Well, only one of us is drinking wine. You, you’re disappointing me.”

“I’ve never had a liking for the stuff.”

“When you’ve got kids like mine along with a man like Vincent, you’ll consider a glass of wine a luxury.” Phoebe sipped at the liquid. “Not that I’m a complete drunk or anything. I don’t drink apart from special occasions.”

“I believe you.”

“Thank God.” Phoebe sat back, resting her head across the back of the sofa. “It’s nice having a woman in the lifestyle. Being Vincent’s old lady can get a little lonely at times.”

“Old lady?” She had heard Devil mutter it at times, but he’d never actually told her what it meant.

“Yeah, the club who have women they’re going to marry are called old ladies. I’m an old lady. Then you’ve got the club whores and sweet-butts, and their main role is to please the men. Vincent won’t be getting any kind of pleasure like that. I’ll see to it. I’m always happy to serve my man.” Phoebe licked her lips.

“What are these parties about, and I don’t think I’m Devil’s sweet-butt? I’m just the girl who got his kid.”

Phoebe slapped her hand. “Honey, Devil is not the kind of man to get all sentimental on shit like that. He’s all about getting even. If he didn’t want you, you wouldn’t be living in his house, off limits to the other men.”