She moaned as she felt him lift her skirt from behind and hold the tip of his cock at her entrance. He was staring down at the place where their bodies met with heavy lids. He glanced up at her just before he pushed forward. He was making sure she was ready, that she wanted him. He was asking permission.
Whatever he saw on her face was more than enough.
He grunted as the tip of his shaft slid inside her. He held her hips with both hands as he pressed forward. Watching him in the mirror was intoxicating. Everything about him was.
He changed her. His touch had branded her. Broken the hard shell she kept around herself for all these years. When she looked over at herself she didn't even recognize the wanton woman in the mirror.
The woman being fiercely taken from behind.
And loving it.
As soon as he was fully inside her everything changed. He dipped his hips and circled them, changing the pressure and angle without withdrawing. She would have fallen over at the sensation if he hadn't gripped her shoulder with one hand. His other hand slipped down and under her skirt again, toying with her clit.
"Ohhhhh…"
He grinned at her reflection in the mirror as he worked her body with incredible skill, taking what he wanted but giving so much more. His finger picked up speed as he ground himself deep inside her, making her clench down on him without thought.
"Unfff… oh Kaylie… yes, babe… that’s it…”
She was whimpering like an animal as he brought her closer and closer until she finally tipped over the edge. Her body shook convulsively as he pumped himself into her with greater force now, rising out her orgasm.
She was gripping him unconsciously when she started to come again a few minutes later. She felt his shaft jerk inside her. Then he leaned forward over her, thrusting wildly as he unleashed himself inside her.
He didn't stop moving until they were both spent. Then he held himself deep inside her, as her body tugged at his shaft, wanting each and every drop.
He kissed her neck tenderly before pulling himself from her body. He bent down and slowly pulled her panties back up from her ankles, smiling wickedly at her in the mirror. She closed her eyes as he adjusted her clothing back to normal.
She opened her eyes and looked at herself. You would never know the proper young woman standing there had just screwed like an animal and loved every second of it.
Dev was pulling clean clothes on. She noticed he didn't bother with undershorts again. The man obviously preferred going commando. He grinned at her and sat on the bed, patting the spot beside him. She walked over and sat down.
"Are you hungry?"
"Not really."
He put his hand on hers and she got a terrible feeling that he was about to say something she didn't want to hear.
"Kaylie…"
"Yes?"
"Did Officer Grant mess with you- or touch you in any way?"
She looked at him, surprised by the question.
"What do you mean?"
"I won't be angry with you, sweetheart. You can tell me. Did he make you do anything?"
"No."
She looked away and crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling ashamed. She'd done her best to put the whole thing out of her mind, and now he wanted her to revisit it? He put his hand on her back and stroked her soothingly.
"Kaylie? You can tell me. I gotta know sweetheart."
She took a deep breath.
"He didn't touch me. He just- looked at me."
She felt Devlin tense up beside her.
"What do you mean? Tell me exactly what happened, Kaylie."
"He drove me home and he kept saying things about you- about how people call you ‘sloppy seconds’ sometimes and he wanted to know if I knew what that meant."
Devlin cursed under his breath.
"Kaylie-"
Once the words started she couldn't stop them from pouring out.
"He told me what it meant. He said you had a different girl every night and the rest of the club took them when you got bored with them. He said he'd wait in line for sloppy seconds like me. He told me that I was damaged goods around here now that I'd been with you but that he wouldn't mind."
Devlin's hand stopped stroking her back as she felt him clench his hand into a fist.
"Kaylie I swear to you that this is not like that. You are not like that. Not to me, or any-"
"And then- when we finally got back to town- to my street- he pulled over and he wouldn't- he wouldn't-"
His hand was back, holding her tightly around the waist, his head leaning into hers, resting it on hers, as if he was trying to absorb her pain.
"He wouldn't unlock the door. He just- looked at me. You know. At my chest. And- lower… He just sat there licking his lips and staring at me."