Page 77 of The Devil In Disguise

Grabbing both of her hips and lifting her so she hovers right over me, I rub her entrance with my piercings before slamming her down onto me.

It always feels like my first time sinking deep inside her all over again. I will never get over the feeling of her wet heat gripping me tightly and molding perfectly around my cock.

“What my baby wants, my baby gets. Isn’t that right?” I coo, watching her face contort in pleasure.

A heavy palm lands on her ass when she doesn’t reply.

“Yes, fuck. That’s right.”

“Good. Now ride me.”

Painfully, slowly, she rises to the very tip and slides back down languidly. When she comes down the second time, I jerk my hips up. A throaty moan leaves her lips and I know the moment her switch flips.

Bouncing on my dick like a pogo stick, she takes what she needs and she is a damn vision while doing it. I grunt then pinch her left nipple at the same time that her right one gets sucked into my mouth, only serving to turn Amaris into a loud mess. Her nails dig into my back, but I love the burn. I love any pain she gives me.

When I pull back, I can’t stop myself from grabbing her throat and crashing my lips onto hers, swallowing her delicious sounds. My hips piston upwards rapidly and my hold on her neck tightens. Her pussy squeezes me in response.

“I…I’m so close,” she chokes out. Her sweaty, bronzed skin starts to take on a dark pink color.

“If you don’t want to pass out, come for me.”

On cue, I let go of my hold on her neck and her eyes roll back while she convulses on my cock, pulsing and squeezing me impossibly tighter.

Before she can get a word out, I maneuver her weak body in front of me to prop up on all fours, pulling out the small tube of lube I had in my pocket. This isn’t how I planned it, but it’ll work.

“What are you—"

“Shh, take a deep breath for me, baby. You’re doing so great,” I hum in her ear as I coat my dick and her entrance with most of the liquid, lining my dick up with her asshole.

On the second deep breath, I nudge my head through the tight ring and she tenses momentarily, then relaxes again when I rub her already sensitive clit in lazy circles.

“Good girl. One more for me.”

As soon as she’s fully relaxed, I push all the way in and she screams even louder than before.

“Fuck. That’s my girl.”

My hands hold her hips in a punishing grip, waiting for her to be ready for more. Instead of using her words, she rocks forward and backwards, slowly. That’s all it takes for me to snap and fuck her with deep, hard stokes.

“Oh. My. God.” She moans between thrusts.

“God’s not here. It’s you and me.”

It doesn’t take long for her sounds to get higher-pitched and my movements come to a stop as I twitch and throb inside her. We stay there to catch our breath, then I fix my pants and lift her up bridal style, using the remaining tattered fabric to cover her up while I walk us back home.

Placing her gently on the toilet seat, I disappear to return with a clean nightgown. The ripped and dirty one is already in the trash.

“Arms.”

She lifts them up for me and I put the dress on her before carrying her into our bedroom. She turns to me dreamily and I know sleep is going to take over soon.

“Will you collar me to sleep?”

I grin at her request. Pulling her close, we lay flush together with my hand wrapped around her waist, the other around her neck without squeezing. Too tightly.

Bonus Epilogue

The following year

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