Scorched (Sizzle #2) by Sarah O'Rourke Read Free Book Online

and dropped the towel to the floor.  “Good girl,” he praised, moving
slowly toward her, stalking her like prey as he gave silent thanks that nothing
was ever dull or stale where his wife was concerned.
     
    Taking
a step backward, Molly licked her lips.  “Do you think maybe we should rest a
little before you tackle Round Two, Big Guy?” she asked flirtatiously.  “You
did tire me out in there,” she continued, indicating the tub where he’d just
pleasured her with a wave of her arm.  “I might even be too exhausted to…..
ohhhhhhhh!”
     
    Bending
slightly, Devil charged his wife, his shoulder connecting with her soft belly
as he put her over his shoulder.  Laughing as Molly’s naked and squirming body
quickly tired, he felt her slap his back one last time before he retaliated by
slapping her still damp bare ass.  “You done yet, angel?” he asked as he
strode, completely nude himself, toward their bedroom with her still hanging
over his shoulder.
     
    “You
can be such a caveman sometimes,” Molly mumbled into the small of Devil’s back
as she hung upside down.  “This ‘Me, Tarzan. You, Jane’ act used be a lot
sexier.”
     
    He’d
show her fuckin’ sexier, he thought as his cock flexed and jumped against his
abdomen.  Devil’s jaw hardened as he felt Molly dart her tongue out to taste
the taut skin that covered his firm ass, drawing lazy figure eights against his
flesh while his hand unconsciously tightened on the back of her thigh.  God
damn, but his woman could be downright wicked when she was tested, he thought
silently as she bit his buttock sharply.  Deciding that a mild reprimand was in
order, he cracked his hand against one cheek of her ass before slowly rubbing
the burning flesh.  “You wanna keep going with this, Baby Girl, because I could
beat your sweet ass rosy all night if that’s what you want?”
     
    “Mmmmm,”
Molly hummed wantonly against the small of his back, her body moving restlessly
over his shoulder as her legs scissored impatiently. 
     
    “Alright,
my little minx,” Devil rumbled playfully, crossing the room in a long fluid
stride to dump his precious burden in the center of the bed, “I guess I’m gonna
need to remind you that he who conquers the golden pussy calls all the shots!”
     
    “Did
you see that on a fortune cookie somewhere, Confucius?”  Molly giggled as her
body bounced on the center of the mattress. 
     
    Devil’s
laughter joined Molly’s as he crawled up the bed and straddled his wife’s body,
his cock bobbing above her glowing face.  “Alright smartass, why don’t you use
that mouth and those lips for good rather than to bust my balls?”
     
    “Ooooohhhh,
you said balls,” Molly drawled, lifting one hand to cradle Devil’s twin sacs as
her tongue flicked over the head of his penis. 
     
    Torn
between laughter and tears at her bad joke, Devil drove a hand into his wife’s
long curly red hair and tugged suggestively.  “Less talking and more blowing,
woman.  You’re killing me here.  I don’t remember the last time I felt those
velvety lips wrapped around me.”  Actually, Devil knew that was a lie.  It had
been nine weeks, three days, and approximately ten hours – not that he was
counting or anything.  All that mattered was the hot, horrible drought was over
at long last!
     
    At
least, it SHOULD have been over. 
     
    If he
and Molly had been living in a perfect world. 
     
    Which,
clearly, they weren’t. 
     
    Because,
apparently, he must have been a serial killer in a previous life.
     
    Whoever
said ‘man plans while God laughs’ knew exactly what the fuck of which they were
speaking.
     
    Groaning
as his dick slid to the back of his wife’s throat, both of them froze, staring
at each other with wide, horrified eyes as they both heard the unlucky thirteen
words guaranteed to effectively and irrevocably call a halt to any and all
festivities that might have been on the cusp of