Devil She Became (Devil's Angels Book 1) Read Online Free Page A

buried his head between her legs and she ran her long fingernails through his thick, dark hair. She was grinding her mound on his mouth, writhing beneath his tongue. His tongue swirled around her clit licking and sucking her lips. Electric shocks went through her as he stabbed at her core. Harrison then fell upon her, entering her. His cock felt enormous buried deep inside as he rode on top of her. He reached around and pulled her legs to encircle his waist. His strong, well-muscled chest had a faint spattering of dark hair she could feel when her breasts pressed against him. He fucked her like a wild man. He was ravenous, starving, and she was the meal he'd been waiting for. They were both breathless, panting and slippery with sweat. Over and over again he kissed her; his tongue gently massaging hers. Harrison knew how to kiss a woman, and he played her like a delicate fine instrument that he could strum into a frenzied crescendo.
    “You are so beautiful,” he said, “an absolute goddess on earth.” His hands stroked her silky, tanned flesh.
    “Thank you,” she said, panting, her legs still quivering from so many orgasms. She reached down to feel between her legs. She was dripping wet, slick from her own juices.
    Harrison leaned up on one elbow and squeezed her very firm, full breasts in his hand. “Damn, you have big tits. How come such a small woman like you has such full breasts? You don't feel like you have implants. What size are you?”
    Reese smiled up at him. “No, they are real. I don't know why they are so big. I mean, I'm not huge or anything. They just look big on my petite body. Lucky, I guess,” she said as she laughed.
    Harrison didn't laugh. “No, seriously, I want to know your bra size.”
    “32DDD, sometimes a 34DD. Why is that important?”
    “I just wanted to know.” Harrison kept his hands on her breasts.
    “Are breasts your thing? Ass? Legs?” She leaned up on her elbows.
    “With tits like yours, they are definitely my thing. But I like it all.”
    As Reese recalled their recent lovemaking, she looked around the beautiful hotel suite. “I can't believe we did this, Harrison.” He sat completely up on the bed. “Why?”
    “Because you are married. This will never work out.”
    Harrison frowned. “Look Reese, I told you before I like you. You are sexy as hell, beautiful and smart. I want to have fun with you, but that's it.”
    Reese was saddened. “I know. And I know you won't leave her.”
    “That's right. Now please, when we spend time together, let's have fun. Nothing serious.” Harrison began pulling his shirt on.
    What harm could a little fling do? Reese thought. She knew the score.
    “So you want this to be an ongoing thing then?” she asked.
    Harrison met her eyes. He appeared incredulous. “Well, of course, that was the idea, baby.”
    Harrison continued to button his shirt. It was an elegant, white, designer dress shirt. Reese bent over to retrieve her red lacy panties from the floor. She slipped them on, and as she did, he caught hold of her waist and slipped one hand into them.
    “Still wet, I see,” he said, slipping his long fingers up inside her and rubbing her G-spot.
    Reese felt her knees shake as he fingered her to another orgasm. Then, pulling his hands away, he continued to dress.
    She simply stood there, hot and dripping, as the air was thick with the musky scent of their frenzied lovemaking.
    “Harrison,” she began. Fully dressed, he strode over to her.
    “Baby, there are rules. Rules for the game we are about to play. Can you do as I ask?”
    Before she could speak, he grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed her to the wall. Arms pinned above her head, she stood in shock.
    “Depends,” she said.
    “Reese, look, what I want is a friend. A playmate. That's what you are. No more, no less. Now, before you get up on some high horse of bullshit, feminist crap, let me tell you how it is. I'm not getting divorced. Don't ask. I can't see or talk to you on