Page 80 of Devil's Delirium

Maverick kissed my neck as he pressed the round, smooth head of his hard cock against my weeping hole. It slid past and up against my clit, sending waves of need through me. I bucked my hips, searching for more friction. Wanting him inside me, stretching me. He moaned and licked my lips, which I responded to by opening immediately. I would give him access to every part of my body, if he wanted it. He kissed me, thrusting his tongue deep as he continued to tease me with the head of his cock, sliding it up and down my slit. I whimpered a desperate prayer for desecration.

“So needy for me.”

I moaned and bucked against him again, like a feral beast in heat.

His breaths came in strong and heavy rhythmic beats. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me and play with my clit. Please. It won’t take long. I need it. I need you.”

There was a pause where all I heard was our tandem breathing. I was about to beg again when he spoke. “Tess… What is this witchery?”

Puzzled, I breathed out a whisper. “I want you.”

“What are you doing to me?” His voice was low. Gruff.

“I don’t know, but if you don’t give me what I need real soon, I feel like a monster’ll tear out of my skin and—”

He covered my mouth with his own, kissing me deeply, and at the same time, he shoved his cock in me with one brutal thrust. I grunted from the impact, but the stretch felt so good, I forgot to kiss him back. My head lolled away. “Yes,” I yelled weakly.

“That’s it. I know what my needy fuck toy wants.”

“Yes!”

He pounded into me, my body thrashing against the wall as I hung from my bindings. I was his hungry little whore, loving every single second. All the pressure built in my core and coursed through my entire body, threatening to consume me whole.

“Fuck, that pussy takes me so damn well, Tess.”

“Yes. Give me more,” I breathed out.

“I’ll give you what I give you, and you’ll say fucking thank you.”

I managed a weak grin, mostly submerged in my own world. “Fucking thank you.”

“That’s right.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I shrieked, rejoicing at each thrust of his gloriousness into my sopping, frantic pussy.

“Fuck Tess, shut up.” He scolded me for my big mouth, slowing down.

I whimpered. “But, I’m so grateful for your cock giving me everything I deserve, and I want to make sure you won’t stop. Please, don’t stop. Please fuck me more.”

A growl followed fingers wrapping around my neck, firm but gentle. Nothing like Ivan’s attempted murders. Maverick thrust into me furiously, making noises like a raging beast. His already immense cock swelled even more, and I gasped at the extra pressure, the exquisite painand pleasure he was thrumming through me. I screamed as he roared, spurting streams of hot cum deep inside me.

When he stopped, he left his cock, still half-hard, deep inside me and slid the blindfold up. I only opened my eyes halfway. After the blindfolded experience, it was a strange thing to see again. He smiled at me.

“You are a bad, bad girl.”

“Am I? But I said please and thank you.”

He chuckled. “Next time you’re getting gagged.”

I hummed, curious at the sparks that idea set off in me. “Promise?”

He kissed me, all slow and sensual, pressing harder against me. “Tied, gagged, and blindfolded while I do what I like to all those pretty little holes of yours.”

I breathed in through my nose with dramatic anticipation. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, sir.”

He chuckled. “Where the fuck have you been all my life?”

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