Page 49 of In Love with the Devil

She sucks on it so hard and fast that I can feel her cheeks curving in when I cup her face. My eyes are closed the whole time, my fingers rake her hair back, and caress her cheeks while panting. “That's it, pretty bird… Fuck, yeah, that's it." I know I’m feeding her need for affection and approval.

It’s not only the physical pleasure of her tongue swirling on it, or the force she uses to suck it all the way down to her throat while ignoring the gag reflex, but the fact that she obviously missed me. Her mouth is not dry at all. She just wants to please me and swallow my come. This, from the girl who found even the taste of come disgusting just a few months ago. I cup the back of her head and let her have at it. “That’s it, pretty bird. You’ve gotten so good at this.”

The words inspire her to go faster, harder. "You love sucking my cock…"

"Mmm–hmm," she moans while I cup her chin.

I pull away from her, bend to take in the beauty of her being this submissive. “Did you miss me? Is that why you did that?”

She nods. I cup her cheeks and push back her hair. “Turn over on your belly, pretty little bird.”

Angling her face up toward me but not daring to resist or deny me what I want, she must know this is a test. Eventually, she turns over, flat on her belly. I readjust her, folding her legs to either side, and spit on her crack. “Touch yourself, Astoria.”

I watch my pretty whore get lost in the pleasure, her low rare moans become louder and more frequent while she pants. I cover her back with my chest as I plant short kisses on her scars. When she whimpers helplessly, I ram my cock into her pussy. She freezes and muffles a long scream with the pillow, holding onto the bed rails to not lose balance. After months of celibacy, it's as tight as the first time I put my cock in it.

“Julian… Julian... I-I need the come in my mouth.” I know it's her subtle way to try to get me to stop fucking her pussy, but her words in between pants, moans and whimpers harden my cock even more. I can't stop. Usually, her mouth would be more than enough but this time, I need something she’s not willing to give me at all.

“So fucking delicious,” I say as she squeezes my dick and cries.

“Julian–!” she screams which tightens her even more right before her entire being convulses on my dick. Her hips move, wanting to get as much of my dick inside her as possible.

“That’s it. That’s it. Come for me like a little whore. That’s my good girl,” I praise with each thrust from her.She hates coming when I'm doing these things to her but I love watching her cry because of it.

As her body relaxes on the bed with no energy, I slip my drenched dick from her pussy up to her asshole. I push hard but just an inch of it, no more.

She fists the sheets, muffles her own scream, and when none of that alleviates the pain, she can’t help but sob my name, begging.“Julian–” Her syllables are full of aguish because of the betrayal. She'd done everything right and instead of rewarding her, I inflicted pain. I ignore it.

“Do it again, pretty bird. Come while I fuck your ass.”

While still sobbing and struggling with the pain of having an inch of my cock inside her, she touches herself. The obedience melts me. I wait for her to come because it felt glorious last time she did it with me deep in her ass. I hold her cheeks apart but don't move, allowing her to get used to me. Watching my dick stretch and break her hole despite the resistance from her body is everything. She'll never understand how beautiful she looks suffering, breaking, and submitting to me.

She desperately strokes at her wet clit, getting lost in the pleasure again. I wait. Suddenly, her ass opens and sucks my cock in. She gasps and stops everything, and I see her blushing. There it is. The satisfaction sweeps through me, making my eyes flutter, knowing she’s feeling like the dirtiest whore in the world for me. Watching her realize she likes getting her asshole used and abused just like this, makes me greedy and I push in further. She screams and pulls away. In her mind, she probably thinks this is who she’s always been but I know it’s all me. I’ve molded her for this.

I rock myself in and out of her and soon she swallows more of me. “That’s it, pretty bird. You want it deeper?” I hear her sobbing and torment her by adding, “Don’t cry, pretty bird, I’ll fill it with come, soon. Be patient.”

My cock is halfway inside her as I caress the deepest scar on her back with my forefinger. I drawl, “Such a sweet girl. Open up for me." I feel her efforts and compliment, "Just like that, keep it open.”

In between her panting and moans, she calls my name, weeping. “Julian…”

"You're doing so well, pretty bird."

She doesn’t need to say it. I can feel it in every fiber of my being, how she doesn’t want to like it but it’s too good, how she wants more. Her hole is more willing now, grateful for each penetration. Her whimpers send electric currents through me. “Such a fucking dirty whore,” I growl and fuck her deeper, faster to make it clear I know she’s enjoying it.

She winces, heating all of my body. There’s nothing like fucking my little bird’s ass at the same time I’m fucking up her mind.

Her moans are shorter, louder and more frequent. I can feel she’s about to come so I stop thrusting. Her hole tightens, almost tremble. It takes her a while to stop releasing moans of lamentation at the loss, but she doesn’t say a word. I smile, knowing she was so close. While she pants, her walls quiver, begging for more. I pull her cheeks apart, watching my cock slip and then spring out of her. Her asshole opens and closes, missing me inside. I allow her feverish craving to calm, her self-disgust to settle in before spitting onto her, putting the tip back in, and playing with her entrance until it again wrings me. She’s so hungry for it when I start fucking her like an animal, as if her only value is her asshole for me to fuck. My pelvis slaps hercheeks every time. Her screams echo and hurt my ears but bring me pure joy.Once again I've claimed her as mine.

She screeches and tries to pull away as her ass milks my cock, coming hard. I hold her in place by her hips, where she used to have small love handles, and quicken my pace, fucking her harder with the entire length of my dick.

“Julian… Julian, please!” she keeps screaming, the desperation in every syllable, begging me to finish, making me bite down on my lower lip while groaning. Her orgasm feels like heaven, eagerly jerking and squeezing me.

I fuck her until she's losing her mind, fighting me, trying everything to run away, until there’s no room for doubt that I’m forcing her, until it’s like fighting and fucking an undomesticated wild cat at the same time. It’s when she surrenders, gives up hope, becoming a blubbering mess, that I explode inside her. I swear it’s the second most intense climax I’ve ever experienced. Her asshole spasms, drinking every drop of come and grateful for it, but she’s sobbing, wincing, and shaking. Every spill, every twitch from my cock pulls a screech out of her. My dick feels broken from coming so hard. She doesn’t move after. I can’t wait to watch the recording, to see every detail of it again and again. I wonder if she’s crying because now there’s no room for doubt that she enjoyed it.I part her cheeks and watch her hole trying to pucker close but failing. “Your hole loves my cock, pretty bird. It begged for my come then swallowed all of it. It got good at taking me so fast.”

She sobs louder in response.I smile when I see that despite everything, her legs are right where I put them. So obedient now.“You need more come, baby. It’s not leaking out.”

“No!”I laugh at the ferocity with which she shouts it in the midst of weeping, sounding like some disobedient brat.

She still doesn’t understand that her denial is exactly what I crave. I’m the one who gently pulls her trembling legs so that she can lie down comfortably and rest. I place my cheek on her lower back, waiting for her to fall asleep crying, and for my dick to recover so that I can fuck her again.

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