Scorched (Sizzle #2) (5 page)

“I’d
say that I’m ultimately going to get what I want because there’s no way on
Earth that your mother turns down an opportunity to spend time with Devylynn. 
It’s a done deal, baby,” he cackled gleefully before burying his face in her
neck.  “It’s a win/win.”

“Glad
I could do my part to make you happy,” Molly laughed, gasping as Devil lifted
and turned her to straddle his lap.  Wincing as the foamy water overlapped the
lip of the tub and splashed the floor, she decided a little mess was a small
price to pay for the pleasure she knew she’d find in Devil’s embrace.  Looping
her arms around his neck, she met his lips for an openly carnal kiss.  Lips and
tongues mated as she wriggled in his lap, desperately trying to bring him
inside her body.

Stilling
her with one hand against her hip, Devil shook his head.  “Ah ah, not so fast. 
You have a punishment coming to your sweet little ass, remember?” he asked,
sliding a wet hand down to cradle the swell of her butt.  Besides,” he said in
a low velvety voice, “I think I wanna play with you a bit first.”

“Play
with….Oh, God!” Molly squealed as her husband’s free hand found her clit
underneath the water.  Moaning as his thumb swirled around the swollen bud, she
rocked her hips against his hand as his lips found hers again.  “Jesus, Devil,”
she moaned, tearing her mouth away from his as his calloused fingertips teased
her into a frenzy.  “Don’t stop,” she begged, her body tightening as he
manipulated the tight cluster of nerves at the apex of her pussy.  Christ, he
hadn’t even slid a single finger inside her yet, and she was ready to blow.

“You
like that, don’t you, angel?” Devil asked huskily, his tongue painting a path
up her graceful neck.  “Your sweet little cunt has missed me, hasn’t it?” he
persisted, suddenly piercing her with two fingers and curling them inside her
to stroke that patch of nerves deep within her that made her want to keen with
agonized pleasure.

Lips
parting on a harsh cry of delight, Molly’s eyes drifted closed as the bliss
blinded her.  Sweet God, but her man knew how to obliterate all her defenses. 
“Holy shit,” she cried as his fingers set a deep, steady pace.  Each thrust of
his hand was designed to throw her closer to the edge, and her pussy clenched
with every twist of his fingers.

“Fuck,
yeah,” Devil praised, watching Molly’s face as he plunged his fingers deeper,
seeking out that magical spot that always made his wife abandon all pretense of
propriety.  “Reach for it, baby.  Let me see you reach for it,” he urged,
pushing another finger inside her as he circled her clit with his thumb.

“Ohhhh,
God,” Molly wailed, her hips churning violently as she chased her orgasm. 
Feeling Devil’s thumb press down on her slick bud, she nearly screamed with the
need to come.

“You
gonna come for me, Molly?  You gonna drench my hand with that sweet cream of
yours?” Devil asked roughly, working her core as he dipped his head to take one
of her stiff nipples between his lips.  Sucking hard, he felt her pussy quicken
around his fingers.  “Ah, you liked that, didn’t you?” he murmured.  “You want
a little taste of pain to get you off, baby?  Is that what you need?” he asked,
worrying her nipple with his teeth, biting just hard enough to make her cunt
tighten around his long fingers.

“Fuck!”
Molly bit out, her body stiffening as her release built, boiling just below the
surface.  “Again, Devil.  Please,” 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.”

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 and dropped the towel to the floor.  “Good girl,” he praised, moving
slowly toward her, stalking her like prey as he gave silent thanks that nothing
was ever dull or stale where his wife was concerned.

Taking
a step backward, Molly licked her lips.  “Do you think maybe we should rest a
little before you tackle Round Two, Big Guy?” she asked flirtatiously.  “You
did tire me out in there,” she continued, indicating the tub where he’d just
pleasured her with a wave of her arm.  “I might even be too exhausted to…..
ohhhhhhhh!”

Bending
slightly, Devil charged his wife, his shoulder connecting with her soft belly
as he put her over his shoulder.  Laughing as Molly’s naked and squirming body
quickly tired, he felt her slap his back one last time before he retaliated by
slapping her still damp bare ass.  “You done yet, angel?” he asked as he
strode, completely nude himself, toward their bedroom with her still hanging
over his shoulder.

“You
can be such a caveman sometimes,” Molly mumbled into the small of Devil’s back
as she hung upside down.  “This ‘Me, Tarzan. You, Jane’ act used be a lot
sexier.”

He’d
show her fuckin’ sexier, he thought as his cock flexed and jumped against his
abdomen.  Devil’s jaw hardened as he felt Molly dart her tongue out to taste
the taut skin that covered his firm ass, drawing lazy figure eights against his
flesh while his hand unconsciously tightened on the back of her thigh.  God
damn, but his woman could be downright wicked when she was tested, he thought
silently as she bit his buttock sharply.  Deciding that a mild reprimand was in
order, he cracked his hand against one cheek of her ass before slowly rubbing
the burning flesh.  “You wanna keep going with this, Baby Girl, because I could
beat your sweet ass rosy all night if that’s what you want?”

“Mmmmm,”
Molly hummed wantonly against the small of his back, her body moving restlessly
over his shoulder as her legs scissored impatiently. 

“Alright,
my little minx,” Devil rumbled playfully, crossing the room in a long fluid
stride to dump his precious burden in the center of the bed, “I guess I’m gonna
need to remind you that he who conquers the golden pussy calls all the shots!”

“Did
you see that on a fortune cookie somewhere, Confucius?”  Molly giggled as her
body bounced on the center of the mattress. 

Devil’s
laughter joined Molly’s as he crawled up the bed and straddled his wife’s body,
his cock bobbing above her glowing face.  “Alright smartass, why don’t you use
that mouth and those lips for good rather than to bust my balls?”

“Ooooohhhh,
you said balls,” Molly drawled, lifting one hand to cradle Devil’s twin sacs as
her tongue flicked over the head of his penis. 

Torn
between laughter and tears at her bad joke, Devil drove a hand into his wife’s
long curly red hair and tugged suggestively.  “Less talking and more blowing,
woman.  You’re killing me here.  I don’t remember the last time I felt those
velvety lips wrapped around me.”  Actually, Devil knew that was a lie.  It had
been nine weeks, three days, and approximately ten hours – not that he was
counting or anything.  All that mattered was the hot, horrible drought was over
at long last!

At
least, it SHOULD have been over. 

If he
and Molly had been living in a perfect world. 

Which,
clearly, they weren’t. 

Because,
apparently, he must have been a serial killer in a previous life.

Whoever
said ‘man plans while God laughs’ knew exactly what the fuck of which they were
speaking.

Groaning
as his dick slid to the back of his wife’s throat, both of them froze, staring
at each other with wide, horrified eyes as they both heard the unlucky thirteen
words guaranteed to effectively and irrevocably call a halt to any and all
festivities that might have been on the cusp of occurring.

“MOLLY,
CHICA, THE WEDDING IS OFF!!  I need you.  Ahora!  Este minuto, niña!” a
slightly accented male voice shrieked hysterically, each word growing
increasingly desperate and high pitched. .

“Ah,
c’mon!  This can’t be happening,” Devil nearly whimpered as he recognized the
unexpected visitor’s voice as he stared down at his wife with something closely
resembling betrayal.  “You gave that man a key?” he bit out.  “Why do you hate
me so much, Molly?  Why?”

“Don’t
act like you don’t remember, Devil!  We discussed in-depth this last year.  I
gave keys to a few people, and they are supposed to be used for emergencies,”
Molly hissed, lifting a hand to shove her husband off her.  “I’d say by the
volume of what our friend just said, this qualifies!” 

“He’s
my assistant, Molly.  He’s your friend.  Try to get that distinction straight
in your head,” he demanded churlishly as Molly sprinted back to the bathroom to
grab her robe.

“Okay,
now you’re just being a big ol’ baby,” she called back.  “And don’t you ever
let Armando here you say anything like that – especially tonight!  I swear to
God, husband, if you make whatever the hell’s happened tonight worse in any
way, I will personally request lessons from your Nana on how to beat you to
death with her wooden spoon!  Are we clear?” she hissed, tossing him a pair of
flannel sleep pants and a tee shirt as she stomped back into the bedroom.

“Crystal,”
Devil snarled back at his wife, snatching his clothes out of mid-air.  Was it
just him or did anyone else hear the maniacal cackling of that bitch named
Fate?