Opening her legs, she cried out as he pressed two fingers inside her. His c**k was huge, much bigger than his fingers, yet she felt tender from everything he’d done.
“I’m not asking for love.” Seeing what happened on the streets with married men looking for a night of release, Lexie had long given up the dream of ever finding love.
Love was for princesses and fairy tales. She’d stopped believing in fairy tales at a young age. Fairy tales didn’t pay the bills or stop bad men from coming in the night.
“You’ll be mine,” Devil said.
“In what way?” She felt him stroke her body. His c**k poised at her entrance.
“You’ll be my woman. No other man will touch you. You’ll be waiting for me, night after night.” He slid inside her, achingly slowly. “You’ll never deny me.” He bit down onto her neck. The marks were going to stay there forever. “You’ll stop stripping and will only strip when I say so.”
He gripped her hips, slamming in deep for the last inch. They both cried out. Holding onto the ledge, Lexie opened her eyes. He felt so large behind and inside her. His hands swamped her thick hips.
“All I’ve got to do is agree?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“I thought I agreed back at the club? I didn’t walk out of the door.”
“You agreed not to leave Simon. You didn’t agree to being my woman.” He pulled out of her only to slam back inside.
She groaned, loving the depth of every thrust. The mention of Simon brought her back to reality. They were in the pool, and his dick was inside her, his very na**d dick was inside her.
“You’ve got to stop,” she said, panicking.
“No.”
“You’re not wearing anything. I could get pregnant.” He paused. Their heavy breathing was the only sounds to be heard in the still night.
“I don’t give a f**k.” He pulled out of her only to slam back inside, sliding a hand between her slit to play with her nub. All thought of denying him or stopping the sex vanished from her thoughts. By the edge of the pool, she came apart in his arms as he f**ked her hard. Nothing was left between them. Devil knew what Kayla had done, and in turn, she had become his woman.
His lips trailed fire down her neck, making her burn even deeper. Devil’s thrusts grew erratic, his fingers working her expertly hurtling her toward another orgasm. Seconds after her own, she heard him growl as his c**k jerked.
Their fates were already sealed.
****
The following morning, Devil stared at Lexie’s body. He’d kept her up to the early hours of the morning, f**king her. Their time in the pool hadn’t ceased. Once he’d cl**axed, without a rubber, inside her, he’d carried her inside, laid her on the bed and f**ked her twice more. From a young age he’d always had a high libido. She hadn’t gotten any rest last night at all.
He admired her full curves on display as most of the blanket was off her body.
Her face was turned toward him. She looked so relaxed in sleep. Devil loved looking at her. He recalled the feel of her rounded ass resting against him as he f**ked her hard.
Devil ran his hand down the length of her body. She mumbled something, snuggling in the bed.
Lighting up a cigarette, he climbed out of bed to wander out of the bedroom toward the door. He opened up the door to see Vincent on his way down. Grabbing his jacket he placed it over her ass and quickly pulled up his pair of jeans as Vincent came to the door. From the vantage point where Vincent stood he could see into the room. He’d covered up his woman’s personals, not ready to share them with anyone. Fucking her in the club for all of his men to watch would be different from sharing her.
“Did you have a good night?” Vincent asked, taking a seat.
“Very. What brings you down here so f**king early?” Devil asked, carrying out to the recycle bin the few bottles of beer they’d drunk.
“Phoebe’s dealing with the kids, and I like to stay away from that chaos. She’s organizing the cleaning crew for the club. They’ll be there in an hour or so to start gutting the place.” Vincent leaned back in his chair. “She your old lady?”
“She’s my woman. I guess she’ll be considered my old lady.” Sitting down, Devil inhaled on his cigarette looking at his friend.
“Got word that Rob has been pissing himself about you.”
Devil laughed. “What’s the news then?” he asked, wanting to take his mind of his woman’s na**d ass. He had yet to f**k it, but it would only be a matter of time.
“You crushed his hand. He’s been trying to rally some of the other pimps and clients in a bid to make life difficult for you.”
“Can he do it?” Devil asked.
“His clients are some of the richest people in the county. I doubt they’d try to get their hands dirty with a known pimp. His girls are underage,” Vincent said.
“I can’t believe this is so f**king bad. How is Judi doing?” Devil asked.
“Curse and the guys have gotten her working at the club. She’s cleaning rooms, and Phoebe’s looking into getting her back at school. I don’t know how she’s going to take that, but we’ll handle the problem when it arises.”
Devil waited for him to continue.
“What are you going to do? Are you going to keep them at the club, or are you actually going to settle down and do what Tiny has done?” Vincent asked.
“I’m settling down. I’ll still go on the road, but I’m looking to find a house.”
Vincent chuckled, pulling out some paperwork from his jeans pocket. “My woman knows you better than I realize.”
He handed over the piece of paper. Devil took it from his fingers, opening up the folded papers. “What is this?”
“A house. It’s within the wealthy area. Phoebe knows how you like to piss people off, and she figures this will be big enough for you and Lexie. Also, any of the club who sticks around, and if you see here,” Vincent pointed at the garden, “it’s big enough for a garden for the barbeques she wants you to throw.”
“Your woman has everything planned out, doesn’t she?” Devil asked. Phoebe was always prepared, which was one of the things he liked about her.
Looking through the paperwork, he heard Lexie moan. She rolled over in bed and gasped.
“We’re out here, baby.”
Minutes later she walked into the room wearing a pair of shorts and a vest. “I found them in the drawer,” she said, going to the sink. Lexie smiled at Vincent. “Morning.”