Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Everleigh
“You have got to be kidding me,” Daemon remarks, getting my attention from where I’m working on the suspension on my Tahoe. “Tell me I didn’t marry a woman who is gonna take the fun out of working on shit for her.”
I giggle and shake my head. “What? I’m just adjusting the suspension and torquing the torsion bar slightly . . .”
“Fuck,” he grumbles, moving to stand at my side and pulling me to my feet. “Hearing you talk about shit like this is getting my dick hard.” From the way he presses against me, I know he’s not lying.
It’s been two weeks since we got back from Vegas, and I’ll admit the time we spend together is never filled with a dull moment.
The first week was spent with Hendrik. Since I was still on my ‘leave of absence’, or as Stella had it switched out my ‘vacation’, we took a trip down to Corpus Christi and spent time at the beach.
It was fun, and I enjoyed spending time with both father and son without others being around.
We were a true family and it felt wonderful.
It makes me question why I was so nervous, then again, I know the answer, but still, Daemon makes it so I don’t have a moment to doubt how he feels and what he wants.
After Hendrik returned to his mom’s, Daemon and I got into a rhythm of just the two of us.
This doesn’t mean we didn’t argue. But it seems Daemon has found his way of keeping me from arguing with him until one of us storms out.
Namely me. Now instead, he kisses the daylights out of me before doing other things with me.
Last night was filled with wall sex that led to stairs foreplay, and finally, him taking me again in the bed we share.
I never knew anything like what we have.
Sure, we’re just starting out, but still, Daemon makes it where I feel alive in ways I’ve never felt before.
Daemon scoops me off my feet and stalks into the house, making me giggle as I wrap my arms around his shoulders.
“You’re just saying that because you’re horny.” With Hendrik in the house, we didn’t go at it like we usually do. Instead, we tried to be quiet about it, and with his size and girth that’s not an easy feat.
“Damn right I am,” he grumbles and carries me down the hall to the room. He sets me on my feet just past the door. “Get your clothes off, sugar.”
I do just as he commands, not wasting a moment.
I want him just as much as I can see in his eyes, he wants me.
The instant the last of my clothes fall, he’s all over me.
Mouth to mine. Tongue thrusting in to dance and claim my own.
It’s heaven the way he touches me. Lifting me, he carries me to the bed and lays me down on the down comforter.
He breaks his lips away and kisses his way down my neck, then centers in on my breasts.
Using his teeth, he nips and sucks at one nipple while tweaking the other between two fingers.
I cry out in pleasure of the pressure he puts against the area.
It’s sheer torment the way he takes his time giving each breast attention.
It’s all I can do to keep from begging for more.
Hell, I could probably come from the simple touch.
I hold onto him, keep him in place, and savor his mouth on me.
Daemon moves farther down until he’s spreading my thighs enough to make room for him to settle between them as he lifts his gaze to mine. “Now, I’m gonna enjoy this pussy until I hear you screaming for me to fuck you.”
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.