Page 47 of Homecoming: The Devil's Society

His laugh sends shivers all the way down my spine and directly to my pussy.

Sitting up, I move to the side of the tub, resting my arms atop it while leaning forward. He makes me wait, not moving. He likes when I beg. And beg I will.

“Please,” I say, while batting my lashes at him.

Stepping forward on bare feet, his hands slide into his pockets. His tone is casual, when he says, “Good girl, little bat. Now pull my pants down, take what you want.”

Reaching up, my wet hands drip down his front. I watch as the water droplets make his sweatpants darker around hisalready erect cock. Inching his waistband down slowly to build the tension and anticipation, I spot something new on his pelvis.Rain Sinclairis tattooed in cursive. It looks fresh. When did he do this?

“Keep going. I don’t like waiting.” E tsks me.

Continuing, I lower his pants more. His hard cock springs out, nearly hitting my face. His piercing has beads of precum on it. Reaching forward with my tongue, I lick the cool metal that goes through his swollen head. Lifting his shirt, he places it between his teeth to hold it up. E’s stomach contracts as I go in once more, this time licking the slit. As his eyes hood, I go in for more. Craving every drop that he will gift me.

Wrapping my hands around his base, I take all of him inside of me. Gagging as I take him deep, sucking him hard as saliva drips out of my mouth. My tongue moves along the underside of his cock while I hollow my cheeks. He is huge, and I have always struggled to get him entirely down my throat. Breathing through my nose as often as I can, I work him, contracting my throat as he rubs against it.

A sharp hiss leaves him.

My baby E likes it.

Pulling him out, I catch my breath then take the tip of my tongue and brush it along the thick vein under him as slowly as I possibly can. His pelvis bucks forward as I lick his slit, then wrap my lips around his sensitive head. The metal from his piercing is cool against my tongue. I continue to tease, circling his tip as I watch his stomach contract once more.

He is using all his restraint to not take control.

Removing my grip, I brace my hands on his firm ass while looking up, and softly tell him, “Do it.”

With permission given, he shows no mercy.

Gripping my hair between his fingers, he thrusts hard inside my mouth. Using me to chase his pleasure, and I fucking love it.

His movements become more rapid. Louder grunts begin as his ass flexes in my hands.

“Such a good fucking girl. Taking my cock. Letting me fuck your pretty little face.”

My pussy drips at his words as my own breathing becomes heavier.

“Don’t you fucking stop. You can take it, little bat. Take it!” His voice has gone deeper, more raspy the harder he fucks my mouth. He pushes his shaft all the way down my throat, taking him the deepest I’ve ever had him. His pelvis slams against my mouth a couple times before he pulls out. My lips swell, and I wish I wore lipstick to mark him and have that added to his tattoo collection.

“Next time.” The words come out softly from his lips before instructing me, “Mouth open, tongue out.”

I obey.

With one last jerk of his cock, ropes of his warm cum begin shooting out of his tip, landing on my face as he paints me with it.

With hooded eyes, his lips murmur while taking me in, “So fucking beautiful.”

More release coats me, some landing on my lips as my taste buds patiently wait for their serving of the salty white glaze.

A whimper leaves me, I’m desperate for it.

E’s strong hand cups my cheek as he aims his cock at my tongue, allowing the last bit of release to shoot out, giving me exactly what I have been craving, and it’s fucking delicious. As the final drop drips into my mouth, I lap it up and lick my lips, enjoying every moment of his salty orgasm that I own.

Letting go, he steps back and tucks himself back into his pants. I don’t clean my face off, letting his sticky release dry onto my skin.

His beautiful blue eyes with the brown specks stay on me as he praises me, “My little bat is a sinner with those moves.”

His comment makes me laugh. Nervously, I respond with a slight hesitation, “We both are, E.”

He looks at me inquisitively. “Do we need to go to church, grace the altar with our presence, and fuck our sins out of each other, little bat? Right before the priest. Perhaps bathe in some holy water while you sit on my face. As the good priest recites prayers over our naked bodies.”

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