Page 60 of In Love with the Devil

“I’m sorry,” I manage to whisper. He studies me. The next tears leak out of me. “Please don’t put me down there again.”

His fingers squeeze my wrist, again, counting.

“Please, Julian. I’ll–I’ll do anything you want.” His eyes settle on mine when I finish the sentence. He pulls my legs apart and buries his face between them. My butt lifts as his tongue slides into my slit, then up between my pussy lips to my clit where it curls only for him to suck. I’m wet everywhere, sweating from whatever just happened–the humidity, the run, the kiss before, his demonic tongue, take your pick. I use all my energy to not react, to not make a sound, while staring at the forest. His fingers enter both my holes, his thumb into my ass, and threeothers into my pussy. He doesn’t take his time or do it gently. My back lifts from the grass as I wail but I can hear my juices. It feels too good. He groans, continuing to finger me as he crawls up, then pulls my mouth open and sticks the three fingers into my mouth.

"Taste how much you love having me suck your cunt."

I obey him. I'll do anything to not go back down there. He pulls down the strap of the babydoll nightgown and sucks on my breast. My mind, emotions, and body, are in shambles.

“Julian,” I cry, needing him to tell me he won't throw me down there. The physical pleasure fogs my mind, breaks down my wall of indifference. It feels too good, and I don’t want it to. When he stops fingering me, he unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his pants and rams his dick into my pussy. I wasn’t ready for the size of him. I slap his arm and scratch at his back, screaming and shaking while he groans and fucks me with short thrusts.

“So fucking tight, baby. God. I'm gonna come right away.”

My moans and whimpers mix with his groaning and our panting.

“Fuck! It’s been too long!” He sucks on my breast so hard, I scream. I widen my legs and enjoy his cock reaching deeper. In trying to not show my pleasure, I fist at the grass and mute myself.

"Pretty bird, your cunt is drenched for me." He takes my wrists, pinning them above me again, fucking me while staring at myface going through every emotion until I become his willing whore and need him to fuck me just as much as he needs to.

“I’m gonna come in that tight, little, delicious pussy of yours.”

My eyes snap wide open. I don’t want to get pregnant. It’s two weeks after my period and who knows if the birth control injection is still working. I shake my head. “Please don’t. Please.”

A smile fills his face. “You know I don’t waste my come, little bird. It’s either in your pussy or your ass.”

“In my mouth. Put it in my mouth, Julian. It’s been too long. Please.”The desperation bleeds through my words.

He chuckles at the plea. “I gave you a choice.” His thrusts hurry and I panic knowing he's near the end.

“In my ass. Please. Pleas–”

“Too late.”

I muffle my screams but the words burst out of me as the climax quickly approaches, “Oh–My–God. Oh-my-god-oh-my-god.” While my pussy quivers and his dick is just about to twitch, I pull away and manage to turn over, dragging myself away from him but he catches me right away and his dick slams into me. “No–!”The climax rolls through me. It's so much more intense when I'm on my belly.

“That’s it, pretty bird, milk me. See how your cunt wants my come?"

I moan at each contraction of my pussy. My eyes roll back while my body swims in a pool of pleasure but I wail, "Fuck! No!"

"That’s it. Fuck, you feel so good!”

“No–”

He pants, then grunts so hard as his cock spills into me, his fingers digging into my hips as his body trembles while ramming me.

“No,” I keep whispering, but he ignores me.

When he stops, he lowers his lips, his breath crashing into my ear. “Don’t worry, little bird. Our baby is going to be beautiful.”

Chapter twenty-six

My Ruin

Julian

Astoria is like nothing I’ve ever encountered–a creature from another dimension meant to ruin me in every way possible. Just when I think she’s become an iridescent empty shell, ready for me to bend to my every will, she runs and fights me. Christ, the fear in her eyes when she thought she was dying. Part of me wants to kill her just to see it again, but she’s too fun to lose to death and her holes are too perfect for my cock. I don’t fuck dead things. Not my jam.

She isn’t aware that I know how much she enjoyed it because the words she screamed today are the same she spouted as she came in my examination room while I fingered her.

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