Page 87 of The Devil We Crave
My whole world goes still as Achilles wraps his big arms around me, trapping my naked body against his.
“You'd better have been thinking aboutme, little prey.”
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The neuronsof my mind stop firing when his hands tighten on my hip and my throat, pinning me against his muscled, naked body, and my mind goes blank.
I’ve always been acutely aware of the size difference between us. But now, with my frame imprisoned by his, I truly realize howmuchbigger than me he is.
His hand feels like it could completely encircle my neck. His thick, muscled arms could do the same to my torso.
But then he moves his hips again, grinding them against my ass and then slowly drawing them back, and a whimpered moan tumbles from my lips.
It’s not just his hands and arms and body that are huge.
With a low growl, Achilles thrusts his hips forward again. My mouth falls open as my gaze drops down my naked body. Then my eyes gowideas his huge, thick, veined cock glides over my spread-open pussy from behind and pokes out from between my legs.
Holy fuck.
My jaw drops even more as the moonlight from outside gleams across Achilles’enormouserection, proudly straining out from between my thighs.
That’s impossible.
My brain refuses to believe that what I’m looking at isreal. I’ve seen a grand total of two penises in person before: one in high school, which belonged to a nice enough but fumbling guy I briefly dated before leaving for college that was…well, a penis. Then Kyle's this summer, but it was barely above flaccid.
I’ve watched porn, which are obviously bigger than my real-world examples.
But then there’sthis. And for the first time ever, I fully understand the difference between the various words people use to describe male genitalia.
I’ve seen a penis before. I’ve seen dicks online.
The thing slowly thrusting between my spread legs from behind is acock.
There’s no other word for it.
Achilles’ lips brush over my earlobe as he draws his hips back and then thrusts forward again, making my breath catch. Another shattering, whimpered moan tumbles from my throat when the top length of his fat cock glides between my lips, the swollen head bumping over my clit.
It’s glistening wetly in the moonlight, and I realize with a groan as I watch a bead of precum drip from his swollen head that it’s a combination ofus.
“You haven’t answered my question, little prey,” he growls into my ear, making me shudder. "Were you thinking about me?"
He slowly rolls his hips back and forth again, and another whimper hums in my throat when his swollen head nudges over my throbbing clit again.
His fingers around my throat splay wide, three of them and his thumb staying wrapped around my windpipe as his index finger glides over my chin and drags across my bottom lip.
“I—”
My words cut off as his hand slides from my neck to my tits, cupping them and rolling a tight pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger, still wet from my lip. A broken cry wrenches from my throat, my thighs shaking as he grinds his cock between my legs again.
“I certainly hope so,” he murmurs into my ear. “Because if it was anyone else, I would be forced to find them, cut them from throat to balls, and fuck you in their blood while they die slowly, the last thing they see being concrete proof of just howmineyou are.”
Holy fuck.
I’ve danced along the edge of his crazy before. Dipped my toes into it. Even allowed myself the dangerous thrill of teasing myself with it.
But this is diving headfirst into the deep end of his darkness.
