Page 36 of Wrecked By a Devil

“Where’s the fun in that?” I grin as I climb back on her and kiss her again.

She arches her body in a desperate attempt to rub herself on my crotch, but I lock her down, my arm firm on her hip.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Her voice is weak as she begs.

“Tell me how much you want me to make you cum,” I whisper in her ear. “Show me how badly you want it.”

“I want you to make me cum,” she trembles as she’s crawling with her nails on my back. I quickly unbutton my shirt and she pushes it off my shoulders, taking a moment to trace my tattoos with her finger. “Really badly…”

“Good girl,” I smile, sliding back down between her legs.

This time I press my tongue flat against her, taking a deep, wet lap from her opening all the way up to her clit. She doesn’t hold back the loud moan as her fingers burry straight into my hair as her hips lift off the sofa.

I hold her still as I keep a relentless, heavy rhythm, swirling my tongue around the swollen little knot until she’s crying out, losing her mind. She’s dripping wet, soaking my lips, her thighs shaking violently against my shoulders. Right when her breath starts coming in shallow, ragged gasps and the muscles in her lower belly lock up, I stop.

“Look at me, Riley,” I let go of her thighs, standing up to my full height while she groans, her body twitching in agonizing suspension, completely desperate.

She forces her eyes open, staring up at me from the sofa. The throbbing of my dick has become impossible to ignore and all of this is just as much of a torture for me as it is for her.

I need to bury myself in her right now.

“You don’t cum until I tell you to,” I grip my belt, sliding it free. “Do you understand?”

“Please…” She lets out a breathless moan.

“Tell me if you understand.”

“I do,” Riley nods, her eyes begging me to fuck her.

As I get rid of my pants, I watch the way her tongue darts out to wet her lower lip as she stares at the sheer size of my bulge. The fabric of my boxers is strained to its absolute limit, my length thick and fully erect, pressing hard against the cotton.

“Do you like what you see?” I ask, leaning over her to press a wet kiss on her lips.

“Mhm…” She moans. “I do.”

My lips drop back to hers and as our tongues continue dancing together, Riley’s hand reaches for the waistband of my boxers. She slides her hand over the bulge, her breath catching for a short heartbeat but long enough for me to notice.

“Tell me what you want, Riley…” I whisper as I continue to place kisses down her neck and to her collarbone.

“I want you inside me.” There is no hesitation in her voice as she speaks. “Please.”

I don’t make her wait. I pull away just enough to strip my boxers off, letting them hit the floor. Her eyes go wide, her gaze tracking the thick veins riding up the shaft of my dick. My lips form into a smile.

“Aren’t you a brave girl?” I push her knees back, crowding over her on the sofa as I position myself at her entrance.

Her whole body trembles under me and I place another kiss on her lips as I slowly start pushing myself inside. She’s incredibly tight and I freeze, my breath catching in my throat.

“Riley, you’ve never done this before?” I look down at her, our hearts hammering in sync.

She shakes her head in response, a flush creeping up her neck and her eyes searching mine like she’s terrified I’m going to stop. A dark, possessive surge hits me so hard it makes my head spin.

Mine. She’s completely and entirely mine.

The idea of being the only man to ever know her body, the only one to ever hear her make these sounds, drives me insane. But I force myself to hold back, my forearms resting on either side of her head.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask, my voice vibrating with the effort to hold still when all it would take for me to do is one motion of my hips.

“I’m sure,” she nods as if she’s scared I won’t go through with it.