The Devil Has My Heart

Chapter 4 - Shower Shenanigans

Jason was having a hard time letting go of what happened outside the restaurant the night before. He felt powerless to his own strength. Jason knew what he was capable of. He knew that he could have easily taken both men out who dared to approach his woman.

But his strength scared him sometimes. He almost ended a man's life. He never wanted to go back to that place ever again. If he had gotten out of the truck and went after them, someone would have died. Then he would have spent the rest of his life away from the woman he loves and behind bars.

The seven months he spent locked up was hard enough. It was supposed to be eighteen months, but he was released early on good behavior. They also took into account that he was defending someone. But behind bars, he was tested day in and day out.

A lot of the men inside knew who he was, and while a lot of them wanted to stay on his good side, some wanted to use Jason to groom their fragile egos. Luckily, the guards knew what was going on and did not hold it against Jason when a fight broke out. He worked hard to keep his temper in check and only fought in self-defense. Akira is his only reason to stay in control. She is what matters most to him.

"Son of a b***h!" he bellows as he throws a glass at the cabinet in the kitchen. Akira rushes in to see about the noise.

"Jason? What the hell are you doing?" She carefully steps over tiny shards of shattered glass to get to her boyfriend.

"I should have gotten out of the truck. I should have killed them!" Jason screamed. Akira punched him in the gut hard, making him buckle over in pain before he whipped around to face her, his eyes blood red again.

"What the f**k, Akira!"

"Shut up! If you killed them, you would have ended up in prison! Then what about me, huh? Stop always trying to protect me! I can fight my own battles! You know I am not weak. I do not need you killing anyone and giving up your life for me!" Akira screamed back as tears pooled in her eyes.

"You are my life, Akira!" he yelled. His face quickly softened as he reached for her. She shoved her face into his hard chest and wept.

"Jason, you are my life too. What would I do if you weren't here? You did the right thing last night. You know what I can handle and what would be too much. It's not like you left me in any danger. Besides, they got their asses kicked by a couple of girls. You can't tell me you didn't like watching that." She looked up at him and forced a smile through her tears.

He wiped them away gently before pulling her to his chest again. "I know you can handle yourself. Still, I am your man. It is my job to protect you." Akira rolled her eyes and tried to step away, but he restrained her in his muscular, fully tatted arms.

"You know what I mean, baby. Okay? I just hate that I have to hold back so much for fear of losing control and seriously hurting someone or worse. I mean, if you saw me in a fight, wouldn't you jump in to help me?" Akira looked down at her feet, trying to avoid the question. Jason nodded his head.

"Exactly my point. Just sitting there watching you in a fight is not easy for me. I know what you were capable of, and I know that you were not in any immediate danger, but that still does not mean that it feels good to sit idly by and watch my girl fight two dudes like that." Jason's natural grayish-green colored eyes slowly reappeared as he suppressed his demonic half.

"I love you so much, Jason. I love you so much." He cupped Akira's ass and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him as she kissed him deeply.

"Wait, baby. The glass. Someone should clean it up." She wiggled out of his grip and carefully walked over to the small closet near the kitchen to grab the broom and dustpan. He smiled at her as she walked over to the glass. "Thank you, baby," he said.

"For what? I'm not cleaning this s**t. I was just about to get you a bag to put the glass in." She shoved the broom and pan into his hands. He sighed as he took it. "You're the one who went all devil and started throwing s**t. You clean it." She handed him a bag and walked out of the kitchen.

"I'm going to go get in the shower. Come hang me from the rod when you're done," she yelled at him as she walked away.

As Jason swept the mess of broken glass from the kitchen floor, he tried to suppress thoughts about the previous night's events. Akira was right. He is no use to her if he is locked up. Besides, he didn't think he'd be able to keep his cool for too long before he was to kill someone there and get a life sentence. No one was worth giving up his life with Akira.

He gave the floor a final wipe down to make sure all the tiny pieces were gone before he quickly pulled his shirt over his head and hurried to the bathroom to get in with Akira. When he opened the door, the warm, humid air filled with the scent of her floral body wash hit him in the face. He pulled off his pants and underwear and threw them into the nearby laundry hamper. As he walked towards their large step-in shower, Akira's phone dinged.

"Jason, can you check that?" Jason picked up her phone and opened the message. He saw Christina's name and quickly put it down, not interested in whatever Christina had to say. All he cared about was pushing Akira up against the shower wall and taking her from behind.

Jason was no longer angry with himself about the situation, but the devil within him was still frustrated about not being about to get out and rip someone's head off. It seemed that the only thing that could ever tame Jason's inner beast was Akira. She let him use her body to take out his frustrations, and he was always satisfied after.

He loved that Akira was so strong. She could take a beating and still beg for more. It was a major turn-on for him. He had been with plenty of other women, but none of them made him feel the way she did. She was the only woman who became more than just a good f**k to him.

He was madly and deeply in love with her. She was the only woman who truly understood him and his other side. She was the only one other than his mother who could help him control it.

Jason opened the shower door and stood there a moment, staring at Akira's beautifully soaked body with lustful eyes. She turned around and smiled at him.

"Hi, baby. Who was tha-" He grabbed her by the wrists and pushed her against the wall, closing the glass door behind him.

"It was Christina. Now turn around and bend over." Akira did what he demanded with no objections. Jason watched as the warm water cascaded down her lovely curls, her sexy back, and onto her naked ass. He squeezed the round, juicy flesh hard before getting on his knees and biting her cheeks. She winced at the slight pain while biting her lip.

She reached behind her to push his head closer to her. He used his fingers to open her hole before sliding his tongue deep inside her aching p***y. "Mmm f**k yeah. Eat my p***y, Jason. f**k me with your hot tongue." she moaned, holding onto the wall in front of her.

Jason reached beneath her and pinched her n*****s, rolling them roughly in his hands. The pleasurable pain made her rock her hips back and forth, forcing her c**t to slide up and down his willing tongue. Akira lifted her leg and placed her foot onto the shelf holding the soap, giving him better access.

Jason moved right in. Taking her entire c**t into his mouth, he began sucking furiously. He felt Akira nearing her first orgasm as her knees began to shake and her cries became desperate. She humped his mouth like a madwoman- back and forth, dragging her c**t across his tongue until she began to c*m right on it.

"Jason! f**k, baby. Please don't stop. I'm cumming all in your f*****g mouth. Yesssss." she hissed as her body shook and she reached her release in his mouth. Her knees grew weak as she whimpered his name. Jason stood up straight while keeping his hands on Akira to steady her.

He was giving her that sexy, devilish grin as he licked his lips. Akira turned around to grab his d**k, but before she could, he picked her up and slammed her against the wall before forcing his thick c**k deep inside her.

"f**k! YES!" She screamed as she dug her nails into his back. He pumped viciously and without mercy, in and out of her soaking wet hole, looking at her eyes as he drilled her.

"f**k Akira, you're so f*****g tight. I love this tight, juicy little pussy." He rocked her up and down, slamming harder and harder every time. She kept her hands around his neck, trying not to slide off as he buried every inch of himself deep inside of her. She knew that digging her nails into his back drove him wild.

Akira knew that every time she dug her nails in, he would pound into her with no regard for how sore she would be the next day, and she craved it. He had turned her into as much of a s*x fiend as he was. She bit her lip and pushed her nails deeper into his flesh.

He let out a deep, loud moan that almost sounded like a growl before he grabbed her by the throat and began drilling her with force unlike any other.

"YES! HARDER!" Akira's voice screeched as she reached her second orgasm. A few more deep, hard thrusts, and he began to c*m.

"s**t! I'm cumming, Akira! f**k!" He pulls out and strokes his c**k as he unloads onto the shower floor. He gently sets Akira down on her feet and kisses her nose, panting heavily with his c**k still in his hand.

She can barely stand after the rough pounding and intense orgasms she just had, so she leans against Jason to wash up. Once they finished, Jason wrapped Akira in a towel. He carried her to their bedroom and placed her on the bed.

"Jason, could you hand me my pajama set with the sugar skulls? It's the black shirt with a big sugar skull on the front and the matching pink shorts with a ton of them all over. And some panties, please."

He grabbed some boxers and slipped them on before walking over to her drawer to find the clothes she wanted. He walked out of the room to the kitchen to grab a snack while Akira got dressed.

She grabbed her phone from the bathroom to respond to Christina's text. Walking into the kitchen while texting, she bumped right into Jason's back. "Oops. Sorry babe. Hey, what are you making? It smells good." Akira redirected her attention from her phone to her love.

"I'm warming up some of these brownies so I can put some vanilla ice cream on top. That's how you like it, isn't it?" She smiled as his sweet, serene face met hers for a soft kiss. "Sounds amazing," she said as she plopped down onto the couch and turned on the TV.

"So, what did Christina want?" Jason asked while plating their hot brownies and ice cream.

"She is still showing me dresses she is thinking about wearing to her cousin's wedding next week. Every time I pick a favorite, she shows me a dozen more. That is exactly why I never go clothes shopping with her."

Jason took over the plates and placed them in front of Akira on the coffee table. He stepped back into the kitchen, then shortly returned with forks and milk. "This is just what I need after a pounding like that," Akira joked. Jason laughed as he jumped onto the couch next to her.