Page 24 of Sinister Devotion

She whimpers as I begin to pick up my pace. I can't lose myself in thought as we move together, our bodies chasing the orgasmic release we've been pining for. I can feel mine coming too fast and pull out.

"Fuck," I huff, taking off my shirt and the rest of my clothes. Claire lies on my bed for a moment before wriggling out of her shirt. I climb back onto the bed and turn her onto her stomach, forcing one leg to bend while gripping her ass. I squeeze her petite bottom. Trying to get my mind off the powerful sensation telling me to spill my seed deep inside her womb. I hate myself for this, for being an animal with urges I can't control or deny. The need I have to claim her makes me a dick, but she wants this too.

I push myself back inside her heat, deep into her pleasure. There's delight in chasing my satisfaction, stroking in and out of her until she's coming all over me. The sight of her slickness glazing over my cock releases my primitive nature. Leaning forward, I wrap my hand in her hair, pulling it taut to yank her head back. My other hand wraps under her torso, picking her up with ease to put her on her knees as I begin to fuck her senseless from behind.

Every rut, grunt, and groan coming from us in this moment is her fault. She asked for this. She wanted me to do this to her. I should have said no, but I can't fucking help myself.

"Fuck, you feel too good. Nobody else touches this pussy, ever! Do you understand me, Claire?"

"Yes," she manages to squeak out between strokes.

"Yes, what? Whose pussy is this?"

"Yes, Julian. It's yours. I'm yours," she says as her body tenses for another intense orgasm to take hold of her.

The pulsing sensation of her walls tensing and releasing around my girth takes me over the edge of insanity as I throw caution to the wind and release myself inside her tender pussy. I let it out with a curse of release and collapse onto the bed beside her.

"Fuck," she huffs, bringing her hands up to her face.

"Exactly. How was your date?" I ask as the adrenaline crashes between us.

She moans, dipping her hands between her legs. It dawns on me to take care of her. This is why I'm an asshole. I can't help how she distracts me.

"Fuck you," she giggles before moaning with her fingers playing between her thighs.

"How do you feel?"

"Like a horny something," she says.

I laugh quietly before pushing myself out of bed and head into my bathroom. I'm not in there long, just long enough to see a hint of blood along my shaft that I wash away before grabbing a warm cloth and towel. I bring it out to her, clean her up and kiss her tenderly along her inner thighs as a thank you of sorts. I know I'm going to have to do much more than this, but for now, it's enough.

Claire moans as I clean and kiss her sex. It doesn't take long before my mouth finds its way to her pussy. She's like a drug, and I'm chasing that first high all over again. My mouth covers her slit, licking her clit and dipping my tongue inside of her. The way our flavors marry inside of her has me getting hard.

She moans and my body's on pins and needles with anticipation for getting inside of her again.

"Julian," she moans my name. "Please, Julian, I need to feel you again."

She doesn't have to wait as my body recovers in record time. The past few years have had my sex life settled into the palm of my hand. I didn't want to be distracted while watching over Claire. Now here I am, sliding my hands under her thighs.

I sit up to hoist her waist up to my mouth with the back of her shoulders still pressing against the mattress. I'd wear her pussy like a feeding trough all day and that's when it hits me. There's nothing else that I want to do. She can't work for me. I'm never going to get shit done with her traipsing around the office.

I pull my mouth away from her and sheath myself into her wet cunt. I can't do this to us, but I know things are never going to be the same. This time the sex between us lasts longer. The passion is deeper and every stroke is deliberate, meant to leave a lasting impression as it's probably going to be the last time for a long time.

I come inside of Claire again, cursing myself for my lack of control. I want her bound to me, but my selfish desires shouldn't get in the way of her living her life. When we finish the second time, I clean her again and turn on the fireplace. I let the crackling noises mask the silence that's heavy with her un-asked questions about a future between us. I don't have the heart to tell her this is just a way to get her out of my system.

"Julian, you can't just not talk about this," she finally says, as she lies beside me.

Sleep is ready to consume the both of us. "I know. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry, Claire."

She cuts me off with her soft fingers pressing against my lips. "Don't apologize. You'll make me feel like shit if you do, like I did something wrong."

"You can't do anything wrong, Claire. This is my fault. I saw you with that kid and lost my mind. I don't want to lose you, but I don't think I can have you either. I'll never get anything done ever again. All I want to do is bury every inch of myself inside of you, every waking moment."

She moves her hand to my crotch. "We're in agreement. Do you always get this hard this fast?"

"No," I tell her, removing her hand before she strokes me into a painful third erection. "I need more time, time to recover or it's not going to feel good for either of us. Besides, there's a darker side to this part of me I'm not sure you can handle. I don't think I want you to handle it, either. You deserve romance, someone to pleasure you and take care of you. You don't want the pain."

"If the pain's anything like you squeezing my nipples, I liked that," she admits quietly. "What other stuff do you like? Is it just seeing me in pain?"

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