Page 19 of How May I Please You

Journey fiddles with my belt, unfastening it quickly and making her way through my zipper in a hurry. My stiff erection drops out of the opening like it was fighting for air, and the second it shows itself, Journey plunges forward, taking me all the way to the back of her throat.

I throw my head back. “Fuck.”

Journey moans as she sucks me, the sound of her making me even harder. I close my eyes at first, falling into the bliss of her tongue working its way up my shaft before blanketing my head. But when I open my eyes, I get to watch her do it. I see when she pulls me out of her mouth, looking up at me as she runs her tongue up the underside until it comes to a stop at my slit. Her eyes bore into mine and it sends a pulse of pleasure up my spine that makes me have to grip a nearby dumpster.

“Your fucking mouth feels so good,” I tell her. “Keep it up and I’m going to explode in it.”

“Yeah? Do it then,” she commands, suddenly taking control over me. “Detonate in my fucking mouth. Make me swallow it right here in the alley. Right next to the man you beat half to death for me. Give me your cum. I want it now.”

Journey shoves my cock back in her mouth and begins a lethal combination of sucking the head and twisting both of her hands in opposite directions on my shaft. The sensation hits me like an arrow to the stomach, nearly folding me in half. I hunch over, my mouth gaped open wide enough to suck up all the oxygen in the alley as I gasp like I’m dying.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I exclaim, gripping the dumpster hard enough to bend the metal. “I’m about to come down your fucking throat, Little Devil. Oh fuck. You're going to make me fucking come.”

Journey doesn't slow down or let up for a single second. She keeps going, sucking and twisting, stealing my soul from my body with her perfection, and I absolutely unload. I ignite and erupt like a fucking volcano, my cum exploding out of me so hard I can barely stand. I buckle forward and have to grip her head just to keep myself upright.

Once she’s satisfied that I’m completely drained, Journey stands up, licking her lips and sucking her fingers clean like the goddess of sex. She’s so seductive it makes my heart rumble. I grab her by the shoulders and pull her into a passionate kiss that borders on painful. Our tongues collide and commence a dance that sends blood rushing through my body. Even after an earth-shattering orgasm, she has me ready for so much more.

“We have to go,” I tell her as I force myself to push her away and re-secure my pants. I look down at the asshole who is still unconscious from our little run-in and then back up to Journey. “As much as I’d love to see the look on his face when he wakes up, I think it’s better that we’re not here. Plus, I absolutely am not done with you, Little Devil. Let’s get out of here.”

Journey smiles and licks her lips, taking in the last bit of my cum as I take her by the hand once again, and lead us both away from the scene of the crime.

chapter

thirteen

My adrenaline stays on full blast, pumping through my veins at a million miles per second as we pull into the garage of our shared home and close it behind us. The second we are shielded from the outside world, I reach across the truck and grab Journey by the throat.

How badly I want her can’t be put into words. Tonight was like dropping gasoline on a forest fire, and I am hotter than ever. It started with the scene on the stage of The Black Collar. Seeing the way Journey responded to Nolan and Bree’s exhibition sent a hot spike of desire through my body. Her eyes were alight with want, and seeing her that way made me desire nothing more than to give it to her. I knew at that moment that I had no choice but to bring my Little Devil home and reenact what made her blaze with anticipation. I rushed my needy little whore out of there only to be confronted by some lame piece of shit who just didn't know how to keep his mouth shut long enough for us to cross the street and be out of earshot. Luckily, my violent interaction with him only made me hotter for Journey.

The way she hurried back to the truck to retrieve my knife and handed it to me mid-fight was the ultimate aphrodisiac. She’s the Harley Quinn to my Joker, a deviant in need of the darkest love. Mine just happens to be pitch black, and I will shroud her in it.

When my hand slams against her skin, Journey lets out a lustful moan. The sound of her reacting to me makes me quiver. It doesn't matter that I came already. My cock is throbbing for round two, and I can’t impale her fast enough.

“Fuck, I want you so much,” I growl into her mouth as I pull her face close to mine. “Get the fuck over here right now. I don't care if you break every window in the truck. Get on top of me.”

Journey flashes a grin before yanking off her seatbelt and obeying my command, kicking the glove compartment and slamming another foot against the shifter to get to me. I help her by using both hands to grab her neck, squeezing as she comes to me. I can hear her wheezing as I apply pressure to her windpipe, but she doesn't complain or tap out. My Little Devil can handle it all and wants more. She slams herself down on top of me, banging against the steering wheel without a care in the world for the destruction we cause.

When our mouths come together, fireworks ignite. Heat envelopes both of us, fogging the windows in five seconds flat as we try to tear each other apart. I yank at her clothes, enjoying the sound of the fabric tearing as I snatch it upward. I need access to her skin. I need to touch it. I have to have my hands all over her right now and time is moving too slowly for me to be satisfied. I rip a long line up the dress, tearing it until her legs have enough freedom to spread wide for me and I can slip my hands between her thighs. I jerk her panties to the side and slide two fingers into her wet pussy, adoring how she is already drenched for me.

“Yes,” she whispers into my mouth, her words slithering down my throat and engulfing my insides with hot lust.

“Grind for me,” I tell her, pulling her head back with a fistful of her hair. “Ride my fingers like you do my cock.”

“Fuck. Yes, Sir,” she replies, wasting no time to do as she’s told.

Journey begins grinding her pussy against my hand, her clit rubbing against my palm, so I curl my hand upward to increase the friction. This wasn’t part of my plan, but I need her too much to stop now. She made me come already anyway. It’s only right that I return the favor before we get to the real scene I have in store for her.

“Keep going, Baby Girl. Don’t stop,” I demand.

Journey continues, breathing heavily against my neck as her clit gets the attention it needs while her pussy is filled with my fingers. As I expected and craved, it doesn't take long before her breathing becomes rhythmic and her luscious skin starts to light up, pink blush slowly cascading from her neck to her chest.

“Oh god,” she says, still grinding. “Sir, am I allowed to come?”

“If you don't, I will punish you severely. I want you to come on my fingers the way my whore is supposed to. Soak me. If I don't need a towel when you're done, I won’t be satisfied. Now give it all to me. Unload all over me, baby.”

“God … yes!” she bellows just as every cell in her body evaporates. She ruptures, her ability to maintain control shattering against her will and sending her body into violent convulsions. Pain grips me by the neck as she squeezes me hard, grunting in my ear as the orgasm ruins her.

“That’s my girl,” I whisper as she finally starts to come back down to Earth. “You’re such a good girl for me, baby—the perfect dirty slut. My god I’m in love with you.”

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