Page 80 of The Devil's Dilemma

Was I good with that? Too fucking right I was.

He pushed me, and I sank back into the bed, wondering what came next. During our last encounter, he’d been forceful. I’d loved it and hoped he’d take the lead again.

“Spread your legs wide. I want to taste you.”

He pinned me with a feral look, and I was powerless to defy him, so I widened my legs as far as they would go, revealing myself to him like I’d done with no other.

I yelped as he licked me from root to tip, then sucked the head of my engorged dick into his mouth. He grazed me with his teeth, not to hurt, but it sent a tingle to my balls. I arched my back, pushing more of me into his mouth, my want overcoming anything else.

He pressed my hips down, allowing for no movement. I fisted his hair with one hand, gently stroking his horns with the fingertips of my other, surprised at their warmth.

He pulled off, a string of saliva connecting us. I was so turned on and could barely breathe.

Gripping my thighs, Dante pushed my knees to my chest and growled.

“Fuck, yeah.” He lay on the bed and attacked my hole with his tongue. He licked and lapped at it, loud slurping sounds filling the room. His hands kept my legs aloft, giving him access to it all.

I writhed beneath him, unable to contain my cries. Dear God, but if he carried on like that, I’d be done within minutes.

Without warning, he inserted a slick finger. I almost shot off the bed.

“You like that?”

Yes, I fucking liked it. He could do that all day long, and I’d never get tired of it, but it wasn’t fingers I wanted.

“I want your cock, Dante.”

“All in good time.” He dived back in, working me open with his tongue and fingers until I was ready for him.

“Now you get on top.”

He shifted onto his back, and when I could finally see straight, I climbed on top of him, but I wasn’t ready yet to succumb to him.

I kissed him, nipping his full lips. A bead of blood appeared. Oh fuck, what had I done?

“Hmm, you like to play rough. Me too.”

He sank his teeth into my neck, not hard enough to break the skin but with enough force to hurt. He worked his way around to the other side, kissing and biting. Flashes of need shot to my erect cock nestled between our bodies. It pulsed next to his, but it was no longer enough.

I broke away from him and sat up. He gripped my wrists tightly and held me so our cocks were touching. I liked it far too much. Sex had always been lacklustre, fulfilling a need but never satisfying me. But I knew that sex with Dante would be something to savour.

“I’m not going to be gentle.”

“Don’t be.”

He released my hands, and I leant forward, my hands on his hips for support. I lowered myself onto his cock.

I’d never had unprotected sex, but it was too late to stop now. As if reading my mind, Dante spoke.

“No need to worry about anything. I carry no diseases that can cause you harm.”

I nodded and, with my knees on either side of his hips, dropped lower. It burnt, but not from lack of lubrication. I was stretched so wide I thought I’d split, but I gritted my teeth and carried on. Finally, the huge head entered me, and I sighed withrelief. His shaft was thick, but I took it effortlessly and slowly descended until my arse met his groin.

I was deliciously full, and I glanced down at the swell in my lower stomach where he filled me so completely.

Reluctant to move, I sat for a while longer, waiting for the discomfort to ease. He rubbed my thighs in a thoughtful gesture, not once forcing himself deeper.

He took my hands in his and laced our fingers.

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