Page 62 of The Devil's Dilemma

He growled and moved closer to me, the tip of his cock peeking above the waistband of his briefs.

I reached for them, desperate to release him and set my gaze on what no doubt would be a perfect dick, but he batted my hand away.

He stood before me, so close his smell tickled my nostrils.

Dante gripped the back of my head, pulled on my curls, and forced my head into the heat of his groin. I inhaled deeply, savouring the scent of sweat, washing powder, and muskiness.

I was drunk on the essence, and if it wasn’t for Dante holding me upright and steady, I’d have fallen to the floor, intoxicated.

He tugged on my hair and tilted my head back. His eyes bore into mine, and I was powerless to look away. With one hand, he lowered the waistband of his briefs, freeing his cock.

I hadn’t expected it to be small, but this exceeded my expectations.

“I’m going to make you choke on it. Shove it so far down your throat you won’t be able to breathe.”

“Yes.” I panted. “I want that.”

I didn’t just want it. I ached for it and shivered with anticipation.

Droplets of precum leaked from the tip, and I held out my tongue, gathering them as they fell. I’d never seen so much. I lapped at the head, not wanting to waste a drop.

His eyes never left mine, and he bit down on his lip, his cheeks flushed, and still he held on to my hair.

Taking the initiative, I slipped the briefs down his thighs, finally able to take in the beauty before me. His balls, darker than the surrounding skin, hung low. I caressed each one in turn, and they tightened at my touch.

“Open,” he commanded. I didn’t hesitate and opened wide, ready to take him.

Inch by inch, he slid his thick cock into my mouth farther and farther, and just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pushed deeper, forcing it into my throat and cutting off my air.

I should have been worried, but even as I struggled to breathe, I closed my eyes and relished the sensation of losing all control and consciousness.

He wouldn’t kill me. He could have easily done that. Instead, he’d chosen sex.

“That’s it. Take it all.” Finally, my nose brushed his pubes. There was no more to give, and my eyes watered. My chest ached, as no air reached my lungs.

How much longer until I’d pass out? I didn’t care. I wanted this, wanted him, despite what had happened between us.

My longing for him was indescribable, even though I knew that without the protection of the chip, he wanted nothing more than to kill me.

Would that longing ever end for either of us, or were we destined to live in this volatile bubble until the danger passed?

He was danger, and that was what made him exciting.

He withdrew, and I gasped for air, resting my hands on my thighs, my chest heaving with the effort of filling my lungs.

Still, he held my gaze, and still, I’d do anything to please him.

How could he dominate my thoughts so much? I didn’t know.

It’d been mere days, and he’d never shown me an iota of affection. Until now.

He loosened the hold on my hair and brushed the errant curls from my face.

“So many conflicting thoughts. I don’t know what to do with you.” He spoke softly, almost as if talking to himself, voicing his inner musings.

“I don’t think you should kill me again.”

He chuckled, and the hardness in his face softened, his horns returning to normal. His touch was gentle, a lover’s caress, but I welcomed the change in him.

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