I tweak her nipples through the T-shirt, and she moans, arching her back into the mattress.
“Please,” she begs.
“Look at you, begging me to call you kinky little names from your filthy books.” I fist her hair, and a surprised sound comes from the base of her throat, making my cock twitch. I twist it around my hand and tug until she has no choice but to crawl to me on all fours to the edge of the bed. I yank her head down until it’s pressed against the mattress, and I worry briefly if it’s too much. I don’t want to hurt her, but I’m so fuckin’ into this if she’s into this, and she certainly seems fuckin’ into this.
“Yes! More!” she cries, swiftly addressing my concern, and I wonder if it’s inappropriate to thank the lord for moments like Devyn Lynn Campbell’s plump, wet lips hovering inches from my cock.
“Does my good girl want something to suck on?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her mouth popping open in surprise at my question, hips grinding into the mattress as she begins to push herself up, but I stop her, keeping pressure on her head and holding her down. My cock gets harder every time she gasps, her little moans so sexy that each one could be the final straw that causes me to lose my load right here, before I even get inside her.
“Stay down and keep your tongue out,” I command.
“Okay,” she replies, doing exactly as I say and earning a rub of my hand down the front of her face. She leans into it and moans.
“Good girl,” I say again, shoving two fingers into her open mouth, fucking her face like I intend to do soon with my cock. And it only sends her rubbing herself with her free hand.
God, she’s so into this.
I’m so fucking into this, too.
I slide my fingers from her mouth, dragging them across her lips before I kiss them, sucking them into my mouth like I own them. She can’t take them from me ever again.
She moans, wiggling her ass that’s still stuck straight up in the air because I told her so.
She lives for the praise. I guess she always has.
And if that’s what she needs, that’s what she’s getting.
“Such a good little slut, ass out, pussy up, just the way your husband likes it.” She moans immediately, rocking her hips back to me, asking me to touch her without using words. My cock responds, jutting forward.
I release my cock from my pants, jerking from hilt to tip and using the spit from Devyn’s mouth to coat my shaft while I watch her writhing against my sheets. Devyn opens her mouth wider, her tongue fully out and ready, waiting. Her eyes swirl with desire, and I tug harder as my own desire takes hold of me. I want to see them widen as I fuck her there. I slide my length across Devyn’s wet tongue and into her throat, fucking her mouth while I lean over her and slip my fingers back under her shorts to finger her needy cunt, bucking up against my hand until she’s so wet, her arousal seeps through the fabric and over her skin.
“More!” Her muffled words spill out from around my cock.
Pulling out of her mouth, I get behind her on the bed and admire how well she behaves, and how much I like this dominant roleplay.
Isn’t that what it’s called? I’ve learned plenty about it online and even spent a summer learning bondage rope skills from a friend of mine who owns a club in the city. It was mainly so I could do sexy rope tricks in my TikToks, but some people practice it the way my friend does. As a form of this…dominant play. I never felt comfortable enough with a woman to try it.
Devyn whines when I pull my fingers from her, pushing her butt up in the air.
“Someone’s impatient.” I laugh, slapping her ass through her shorts.
“Need you,” she whines, turning over her shoulder to meet my eyes.
“Then take off this shirt and booty shorts combo you keep teasin’ me with,” I growl, fingers gripping the edges of my T-shirt that she’s taken hostage in the best way possible, but she pauses.
For too long.
“Devyn?”
Chapter 30
Devyn
My arms take up motions all their own, shooting down and covering my waist, where the elastic of my shorts secures around my body.
They’re high rise. Like all my bottoms.