Page 30 of Devil’s Candy

“Candy,” I say on a deep and guttural groan. “You feel so…” I can’t even find the word as I loosen my grip, sliding out and then pumping back into her.

“Don’t stop,” she moans breathlessly, her fingers locking around my wrists, her nails digging into my skin.

“I’m not hurting you, baby?”

“No. Give me more.”

Fucking hell. Is she trying to tie me tight to her? It’s working. “That’s my good girl,” I grunt, pumping into her even faster. “You’re such a good girl.”

“Yes,” she moans, her nails digging so deep that she’s got to be drawing blood. “I want to be your best girl. Fuck me harder.”

My best girl? No contest. Candy is so much more than I ever expected, than I ever even thought to ask for.

I’m pumping into her with such force, I think the legs on my couch might be loosening, but I keep going, the back thumping against the wall. If I had neighbors, they’d be worried.

I can feel her pussy tightening around me, growing so slick, I slide in and out, holding her like she might float away and never come back if I ease my grip.

I have a feeling like this is the most solid thing I’ve ever held. But the thought flits through my mind, the deep need to cum pushing most thoughts away as I just feel the orgasm build.

I’m frantic now, pumping into her with a force that blinds me to everything but her.

She’s letting out these keening moans, her head tossed back, her neck open, her chest arched as she takes me, her pussy starting to spasm around me.

And then she breaks, screaming out as she cums.

I can barely hold back to let her finish and then I break too, cumming with a roar that echoes off the high ceilings of the loft.

It goes on and on, and I cum until I feel so spent that I collapse on top of her.

The orgasm done, my mind is wiped clean as I gather her in my arms, my forehead coming to hers. “Are you all right?”

“I’m wonderful,” she murmurs back, her hands finally loosening from my wrists to slide up my arms. “That was…out of this world.”

That makes me chuckle. That is one way to put it. But the orgasm has cleared my mind, and I as I lift my head to look down at her half-lidded eyes, her skin all flushed, her pulse still fluttering in her throat, I understand what I’ve been pecking around the edges of these last three months.

Candy is mine.

She belongs in my arms. She belongs at my side.

“You ever going to have kids?” I ask, knowing it’s an odd question considering I just came inside her.

She shakes her head. “I don’t think so. After my childhood, and what I know about this world…”

I get it. “Understood. I have two, and I fucked it up about as bad as a man can. They’re alive. I think that’s enough for me.”

Her eyes open. “So no more kids for you?”

I lean down and kiss her lips. “I don’t think I’m the paternal type.”

She winces, her body tensing under mine. “That makes sense.” But even her voice is tighter.

I have no idea why she’s pulled away. She just told me she didn’t want to have kids either. I grab her jaw, tilting her face to mine. Then I kiss her mouth.

She kisses me back, but I can feel the difference. The tension, the way she’s closing off. “Where are you going?”

Her eyes fill with confusion. “With your weight on me? Nowhere.”

I don’t smile at her smart little quip. “I mean in your head. I thought it was a good thing that neither of us wants kids.”