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Shit on a stick if those words don’t go straight to my pussy. It’s all I can do not to moan and plead for him to fuck me here and now. But Daemon’s mouth on me is something I really enjoy, especially when he does that thing he does with his tongue, thrusting it in and hitting just the right spot with the tip of it.
Daemon runs his fingers through my weeping slit and kisses my clit, sucking the tiny bundle of nerves between his teeth.
“Hendrick,” I moan, writhing against the bedding, unable to stay still.
Daemon groans his approval and dives in, devouring me with his mouth and those fingers of his. It’s as if insanity were on the brink of my mental capacity. All I know at this moment is the sensations are wreaking havoc.
An orgasm unlike any other whips through my system, leaving me screaming his name, but he doesn’t relent, prolonging the release whipping through me.
“Please, I need more, Hendrick. I need you to fuck me,” I pant, trying to catch my breath.
Daemon doesn’t lessen and continues his tormenting touch. Long moments later . . . it could have been hours . . . Daemon jerks, moves, climbs over me, and thrusts home.
“Fuck yeah, sugar,” he growls and fucks me into another dimension.
I come for him repeatedly and dig my nails into his shoulder to hold on to something to keep me anchored to this reality. I hold Daemon’s gaze as he plows into me, rumbles of pleasure fall from his lips as beads of sweat coat his skin. He reaches between us and toys with my clit, pinching and rubbing, driving me further insane.
“Come for me, baby, I wanna feel that sweet pussy tighten around my dick when I let loose.”
Damn if that gruff, raspy voice doesn’t send a jolt straight between my legs and I do as he commands. There’s no stopping the earth-shattering release that leaves me screaming in sheer pleasure.
“Fuck yeah,” he snarls, his cock twitching inside me, cum spurting from the head. I can feel every pulse of him as he fills me.
Exhausted, I know there is no way I could move even if I wanted to in this moment. Daemon has truly left me spent and all I want to do is curl into him and sleep for however long I can and then do a repeat because there’s nothing better than what we just shared.
CHAPTERELEVEN
DAEMON
The ringing tone from my phone stirs me from a sleep of the dead. I groan and reach out to nab the damn thing from the nightstand. If it wasn’t for the tone that’s playing, I’d ignore the damn thing. But I can’t. It’s Reaper’s tone.
Without waking Everleigh, I pull away and answer lifting the phone to my ear. “Yeah?”
“You’re gonna want to get Everleigh to the clubhouse and you’re gonna want to do that fast, brother.”
At the harsh tone of my Prez’s voice, I come fully awake. “What’s going on?”
“Her parents are outside of the clubhouse with two officers in tow. They’re claiming we’ve kidnapped their daughter.”
“Fuckin’ hell,” I snarl. “We’ll be right there.” I don’t wait for a response. I know there won’t be one. We knew this shit was a possibility. One that only serves to piss us all off. In the time we’ve been back from Vegas, nothing’s happened. Damn good thing considering I had my son, but still. When dealing with people like Everleigh’s folks, you can never know exactly what to expect from them.
“Everything okay?” Everleigh asks, her voice filled with sleep still.
I turn to her and hate that I’ve got to get her up. After finding her working on the Tahoe and bringing her into the house. I didn’t just fuck her once. I took her the rest of the damn day. The only time I stopped was when we needed to get dinner. Then I took her again three more times before we both passed out. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough when it comes to Everleigh. I can take her slow, loving her sweetly. I can also take her fast, hard, and rough. She gives it to me however I want it and gets off on it. Hell, having her bounce on my dick last night was fucking epic. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the sight of her in the folds of pleasure at my hands.
“Gotta get to the clubhouse and handle a situation,” I tell her as I climb out of the bed.
“Okay.” Everleigh pulls the sheet up over her breasts, keeping them shielded from my sight.
Fuck me. If I had time, I’d take her again. But we need to get moving. Moving to her side of the bed, I grip her wrist and gently tug on it to get her to release the clutched fabric from her hands. “Don’t hide from me, sugar.” I lean in and kiss her tenderly before stepping back and pulling her with me. “Come on, you’re coming with me.” I’m not ready to tell her the reason for us needing to get to the clubhouse. She’ll flip the fuck out, and I don’t have time to calm her down enough for us to handle the situation.
“I am? Why?” she asks, tilting her head back enough to keep eye contact as I let her go.
“Not about to leave you home right now. It’s the middle of the night and I’d prefer you with me. That way after handling shit, we can just crash there in our room.”
Everleigh seems to take my answer for the time being, but I can tell she knows something’s up.
Quickly, the two of us get dressed. Me in pair of jeans, black fitted tee, and my cut. Everleigh in jeans, a tank, and she pulls on one of my zip-up hoodies. I smirk at the sight of her wearing the hoodie, considering it’s not just any random one. It’s my Satan’s Keepers one.
