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COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 17: FOXY ROXY
ACE'S POVI stood over her; her mouth was agape and begging for sustenance. Her tongue stuck out of her head like a mongrel on a hot day. Sweet Cooing sounds reverberated from her throat. Sucking on my bottom lip, I relished the view below me. I closed my eyes and applied more pressure on my shaft, carefully stroking it until it cried out in sweet release. She cupped her breasts and crawled closer to me on her knees.And so I fed her— she savoured the meal, swallowing every drop like the greedy little slut she was. She circled her fingers around the tip; her hands were icy from handling the champagne in the ice bucket. Not only that, but she lowered her head and placed her lips around it. Her breath was warm against my skin as she milked every last drop of my juice. “Ohhh! Fuck, Roxy, that feels so good," my body trembled as she sucked me dry. “You like that, huh, Daddy?” She peered up from between her fake lashes, sticking her tongue out, teasing the head of my penis. “Oh yes.” Sh
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 18: I WAS HOME
PEBBLES' POVHere I was in a strange city, thousands of miles away from Sinister, but was the distance enough to be free from him forever? Well, I would soon find out.Maxwell said that Bradley — I guess I should address him as Mr. Dickson, now that I'd be living in his house — would be waiting for me when I land. Lord, how I prayed he wouldn't turn out to be a devil in disguise. I didn't think I could survive that.I pulled my tattered old suitcase with my purple matey bag secured on my back. As soon as I stepped out of the airport, the cold air bit me like a hound from hell. I was not in Florida no more. Rubbing my hands together was a feeble attempt to keep warm. My eyes scanned the area, and that's when I saw him; Bradley Dickson, leaning against the side of his silver 2009 Lexus. He was looking sharp, per usual. He adjusted his neck to my direction. Even though he was around 40 now, he was still the most handsome man I'd ever seen, with his cobalt blue eyes that lit up when he n
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 19: OH! BRADLEY
ACE'S POVI was nestled between two smoking hot babes when I was interrupted by my phone ringing. Slipping from between the two sleeping beauties, who were exhausted from our amazing threesome, I grabbed my pants, and I pulled out my phone from the pocket. I checked the caller ID; it was my father. I tiptoed to the bathroom and answered the phone. “Yo, Pops, what's up?”“Are you home?”“Not yet. Aren't you supposed to be in the air right now?”“I am. I was just thinking about Pebbles and how I hate that she's home alone on her first night there, plus it's her birthday tomorrow.”Shit! Pop was using that card. “Sure, Pops.”“I'm serious. I got her a gift and everything. Just, please at least be home in the morning.”“Ace, baby, where are you?” The girls called out to me.“OK, Pops gotta go,” I ended the call and rushed back to the bedroom, placing my phone on the night stand. “Here I am," I pulled my boxers down and let my manhood sprung free.“Yes, baby. Get over here," the one with
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 20: TATTOOED SEX GOD
PEBBLES' POVMy ears registered the click of the switch while my heart practised for a championship boxing match in my chest. The lights didn't come on too bright; I was still squinting my eyes to see the intruder. He had on a heavily decorated shirt. He moved his hand, and I panicked. “Don't move,” I waved around the knife like a psycho.“Ohhh, I'm scared,” he gasped mockingly. Was he making fun of me? “Pebbles, please put the knife down — unless you intend to use it to spread butter over my buns, then I'm down.”What? I looked at the blade in my hand. Of course, I grabbed the butter knife. How embarrassing. I dropped the knife in the sink. Maybe he was Bradley's son, but you never could be too sure. I grabbed the butter knife again. “Who are you, and how do you know my name?”“I followed you from Palm Beach.” Shit! Shit! Sinister must have found me. I'm dead, I'm so dead. “Easy with the crazy eyes, cowgirl. I was only kidding. I am Ace, Bradley's son. Now can I turn the lights up,
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 21: CRAZY BEAUTIFUL
ACE'S POVI watched as she drank the water. Her back to me. Her sexy ass outlined under that over-washed shirt. I wondered who it belonged to. I hope it was not her boyfriend's. I could tell it belonged to a man.Man, how thirsty was she? I asked myself as she filled the cup again. But she did not drink it. It seemed like she was taking it to her room. She froze when she noticed me and I tensed, too. Shit! She probably recognized me from the incident a few months ago.She squinted her eyes, and then it hit me. It was too dark for her to truly see me. I let out a deep breath, and I made a move towards her, but the damn girl let out a gut-wrenching scream. My hands covered my ears from the deafening howl, and she sent the glass shattering to the floor. She grabbed something from the sink, and I realized it was a knife. She pointed it at me. “St — stay back,” the poor little thing's hands were trembling like a leaf. My eyes zeroed in on the knife, and I erupted in a fit of laughter. It w
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 22: JUST SHUT UP AND KISS ME
PEBBLES' POVI could smell the repugnant scent of my blood. Surprisingly, the pain in my chest surpassed the burning sensation pulsating from the palm of my hand. My stomach gave out as the room spun. It became difficult for me to make out the details of the kitchen. Everything seemed like one vast blur. My innards felt like they were being replaced by a perilously deep black hole. A sea of nausea crept from the depths of my abdomen as the world faded and images of that ghastly scene where Harrison was stewing in his blood pervaded my mind.I felt alone and cold, but then he spoke. The realization hit, I wasn't alone any more. ”Pebbles? Pebbles, look at me." His voice was soothing and so familiar now. I did not know why, but I needed him to keep talking. He looked so pale as the colour drained from his face. “Shit! Don't pass out on me now, Pebbles!” His hands hurriedly slid to my hips and, in one swift swoop, he lifted me and rested me on the counter next to the sink. His action pull
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 23: TICKLE SESSION
It was 5 am and Ace couldn't bring himself to sleep. He'd been twisting and turning the entire night. That kiss was almost as good as sex, he kept thinking to himself. He must get to know this girl better. He thought about the way she reacted to blood. Something must have occurred in her life to make her behave like that. It hurt him to see her suffering like that. He wondered what had happened to her. Ace hoped no one had harmed her because if they did, and he found out who, then whoever they were would be dead men.Grabbing his phone from the nightstand, he unlocked it, and the light was blinding when his eyes met the screen. 5:30. And by that time, he knew sleep would not visit him. He hated Valentine's Day because of her, Lonergirl. He loved that she came into this world on such an auspicious day; a day the world celebrated true love, and then she went and broke his heart. So now he hated Valentine's Day. For all he knew, she was probably riding her new husband's dick as he remi
COLOURS OF THE DEVIL 24: CAKE AND JEWELLERY
PEBBLES' POVI rested on the edge of my bed for a while, struggling to steady my breathing. What had I gotten myself into? I could not fall for his charms. Everything about him screamed player. From his dazzling eyes and the way they bore into my soul. To his razor-sharp cheekbones that could cut through a steel wall and those lips — oh! God, his lips, they tasted like sin. I would gladly follow him to the deepest, darkest depths of purgatory if only I could taste those lips one last time.Oh! Lord! I've got it bad. I stood up and smoothed the wrinkles in my dress. My hands lingered over my breast when I remembered Ace saw my nipple. A warm blush spread across my cheeks. Normally, I would be embarrassed by such things, but now, I wanted to find him and flash him both my tits in aspirations that he would touch me. The ringing of my phone suspended me from my steamy thoughts.“Hello,” I answered.“Happy birthday, Pebbles.” A soothing voice greeted, my smile took over my face immediately
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