Page 90 of The Devil We Crave
“Fuck, baby.”
He leans forward, and I shiver when I feel the hot, silky-steel hardness of his cock pry my lips wider apart as he pushes inside my mouth.
Heat blossoms deep in my core. I whimper softly, my tongue swirling around his swollen head, tasting his cum and mine together.
I moan a little louder, trying to open my jaw even wider to take more of him. Achilles’ dark eyes flash with wild possessiveness. His hand in my hair tightens as he rolls his hips back, then pushes them forward again.
Wetgluckingsounds fill the room as he starts to shallowly fuck my mouth. I whimper around his cock, sucking on his head and tonguing the slit as he begins to thrust harder, a little faster and a bit deeper into the back of my mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls, his muscles rippling. “You’re taking my cock like such a good girl.”
Godabove.
I’ve read a thousand fictional men saying those words to a thousand fictional women. And yeah, I always got why it was hot…
But never like I do right now.
Not with his hands around my throat and tangled in my hair as he starts to fuck my face.
My hands go to his hips, my fingers digging into the muscled grooves. I moan louder, whimpering, pulling him closer, coaxing him to go deeper.
Harder.
Rougher.
Make me take it all.
Make me choke.
Make me yours.
I don’t say those things out loud. But when I look up at him and our eyes lock, I see that throb of control and slight flicker of darkness in his gaze, and it turns me to putty.
“Open your whole fucking throat, baby,” he growls. “Let me see you swallow my big fucking cock like a good girl.”
He starts to thrust harder and deeper.
I choke and sputter, but keep going.
Keep yanking his hips toward me.
Keep my eyes locked on his.
Achilles leaves one hand tangled in my hair as he starts to fuck my mouth. The other one reaches behind him. I moan when I feel him drag two fingers up my slit and curl them deep inside. He starts to stroke in and out, his palm grinding against my clit as he tightens his grip on my hair.
His hips pump faster, harder. His cock begins to swell as the pressure between my legs surges.
I choke as he goes even deeper but I don't stop, not caring about the drool and precum dripping down my face. Not caring that the mascara I didn't wash off is trickling down my cheeks as I eagerly take his cock down my throat.
His fingers plunge into me, his palm grinding my swollen clit until suddenly, my legs start to shake as a high, whimpered whine builds in my throat.
With a growl, Achilles starts to fuck my throat wildly as his fingers plunge into me. I can’t hold back anymore.
I cry out around him, moaning and drooling as my pussy floods his fingers with my cum. Achilles groans, pulling his cock from my mouth with a wet plop. He wraps his fist around it, stroking as I stare at him open-mouthed.
Cum spurts from his swollen head, splattering hot and sticky across my cheeks, my nose, my lips, into my mouth and across my tongue. I moan, my mouth still wide and my tongue out as Achilles' dark eyes blaze into mine, his hand stroking his cock as his cum coats my face and my tits.
I’m barely aware of him climbing off me, or of my body collapsing into the sheets, my eyelids suddenly so heavy I can barely keep them open. Achilles leans over me, his fists on either side of my head and his eyes blazing as his mouth hovers an inch above mine.
