Free Blind Devotion by Sam Crescent Page B

Circling his neck, she moaned as his body pressed to her
front. His chest grazed her nipples. Crying out, she held onto him, never
wanting to let him go.
    “Fuck, I’ve never felt this way from a fucking kiss,”
he said, muttering the words against hers.
    “I love you kissing me.”
    Pussy tensed. “What?”
    “I like when you kiss me,” she said. What was wrong
with what she said?
    “Good.”
    You said the love word. Men hate the love word. Don’t say it again.
    “I’m going to get some water,” he said, releasing her.
    He moved away from her, and she was alone again. She
heard him moving around.
    “Are you in the bathroom?” she asked.
    “Yes. I’m going to trim your pubic hair.”
    “That’s very clinical.” No one had touched her between
her thighs. Pussy was the only man to get this close to her, and she wasn’t
going to let anyone else near her. The only person she wanted was Pussy. If she’d
had her sight, she wouldn’t have stayed at home. She knew in her heart she
wouldn’t have let her mother get this bad. Some way she’d have put a stop to
it. In the back of her mind she couldn’t help but feel let down by her mother.
She shouldn’t have to take care of her mother.
    More movement reached her ears as he put stuff down.
    “I’m just putting this bowl on the drawer beside the
bed.”
    “I’m sorry I said love. It was stupid of me.”
    He chuckled. “Took me by surprise, babe. Never had a
woman say she loved something I did. They’ve enjoyed what I do but never loved
it.”
    “Are you trying to make me jealous?” she asked. A jolt
of pain went straight through her heart at the mention of the other women in
his life. Why did he have to be so mean?
    Get up and leave.
    She didn’t want to. Sasha wanted to know what he could
do to her.
    “No, I’m not trying to do anything. I’m just being an
ass.” He cupped her cheek. “I’m new at this.”
    “New at what?”
    “Caring. I’m not used to caring. I never usually have to care about anyone or
anything,” he said.
    “Do you care about me?”
    “Yes, I do. I care more than I like to.” His thumb
stroked her bottom lip. “I’m going to be using a razor and some scissors.
Please be still.”
    “Then talk to me. It helps to calm me when I hear you
talk.”
    “I’ll remember that, baby.”
    She licked her lips and waited. The bed dipped under
his weight. He placed something beside her hip. Pussy opened her thighs. She
went to close her thighs but stopped herself.
    He needs to get to you.
    “Good girl,” he said.
    “I’m not used to this.”
    “It’s okay. I don’t expect you to be used to this.
You’re innocent.” Pussy’s palm landed on the inside of her thigh. “I’m going to
start trimming in a second. I’ve got a towel here. Lift your ass up,” he said.
    She lifted her ass up, and when he placed a palm on
her stomach, pushing her back down, she relaxed. The towel was soft underneath
her ass.
    “This is the strangest thing I’ve ever done.”
    “I’ve never done this before. This is a new experience
for the pair of us,” he said.
    “If you’ve never done this before, should I trust you
near me?”
    He chuckled. “This is going to take some getting used
to.”
    “What?”
    “Talking all the way through what I’m doing.”
    “Do you want me to shut up?” she asked.
    “No, I actually like to hear you talking. Strange, huh? I’m used to hating a woman talk.”
    She let out a growl. “You’re going to drive me insane
with your sexist talk.”
    “Not being sexist. I just know what I like a woman’s
lips to do, and it has nothing to do with talking.”
    Heat filled her cheeks. She could only imagine what
was on his mind. Yes, Pussy would like his women to do a whole load of other
things rather than talk.
    “How long have you been part of Chaos Bleeds?” she
asked.
    “Over ten years. I joined at a young age, and I’ve
been a full member around the same length of time,” he said.
    “Do you have