Page 81 of In Love with the Devil

My hesitancy evaporates and I suck even harder, faster. His eyes close as he angles his head back, his whimpers getting louder, hitting the ceiling. "Oh fuck... That's… so fucking… good. Oh… fuck, Tory." The words are strained, as if he were trying not to come.

My back and head are against the cold window. I moan and whimper frequently and loudly, not holding back as I allow myself to fantasize that he’s forcing me, that I have no choice but to take him and please him. He hesitates, pushing it all the way to my throat, but I pull him deeper and hear and feel his gratitude in his moaning, panting and the loud groan each time he gags me. I see it when his eyes meet mine, in the way they can't help but flutter close.

Now that Asher is comfortable using me so roughly, I start to pleasure myself. My throat closes on the girth of him as I come, but he doesn’t stop. His cock blocks my breathing until I slap his hips, again and again. His groan strengthens the ferocity of my climax. I scream and sob as my body convulses. He caresses my cheek, then holds back my hair. The affection comforts me, keeps me from breaking down, from losing my mind. By the time he finishes inside my throat, there are many tear trails on my cheeks. I study his now limp cock, liking that it’s covered in my lipstick, sucking the last drop of come from the tip of it. I feel like a queen while watching his entire body and breath tremble because of me.

He places both his hands on either side of my face and pulls me up, then kisses my mouth, not caring that it’s coated with his juices. When he releases me, we lock eyes again, his hands still holding my face firmly.

“Tie me up,” I request.

“I have nothing to tie you with.”

“Use your tie, your belt.”

He takes off the tie, staring at me as if he can’t believe I want this. He's almost smiling but also studying me, waiting for me to back out. I take off my blouse and bra then my boots, turn around, and seconds later feel the tie on my wrists. “Tighter.”

It cuts into my skin, making me almost regret my request. A memory of the many times Julian restrained me like this flashes through my mind and I wince to get out of that moment and return to this hotel room, where I’m safe. I walk past him, climb on the bed so that my butt is up in the air, my legs completely folded under my chest, my cheek on the mattress, looking at him and the window behind him. “Fuck me, Asher. Please.”

He stares at me with a slightly open mouth. The shock is subtle and brief, but I catch it before he takes a photo of me with his phone. He removes his dress shirt and walks to me, slides under me, hooks onto my thighs and pulls me down so my pussy lands right on his mouth. I gasp several times at the speed and aggressiveness of his sucking and tongue lashing on my pussy.

"Oh my God. Ash-Asher please–" I curve forward, my entire body stiff from the overwhelming pleasure. I take in a breath and pant, "Fuck, f-fuck, fuck." Each cuss has less volume than the other as I feel him invade my soul and take all of me with his tongue.

It's so intense that I can’t help but try to pull away. When his thumb sweeps into my asshole, my body rocks at the pleasure I've been starving for a year. It's too much and I can't help scream, "No." I arch my neck back, angling my face toward the ceiling with my eyes closed, just feeling.

"Yes, yes, yes." I rock harder, faster, not caring if I suffocate him as I rub my pussy all over his mouth and fuck his thumb. "Asher, please. Please." My every sound and move shows my desperation. I hope Asher doesn't mind me being such a dirty whore, needing my ass to be filled.

The volume and pitch of my moans and whimpers increase as my climax nears. In my heavy hurried breath, I yell, “Fuck!” I’m right on the edge. His lips suck on my clit hard until I’m wincing, almost sobbing. “Fuck. Asher.”

He stops, readjusts on the bed and part of me is terrified of what he may do, but I stay in place. I need this. Just like Julian used to say to me when I would beg him not to rape me. Asher walks back toward the window and picks up my panties.

“This is your last chance, Astoria. You’re sure?”

“Yes, I am.” Why do I feel as if I've hammered the last nail on my coffin with those words? There's a sinking feeling but I keep telling myself I'm with Asher. I'm safe.

“Open your mouth.” Our faces are inches away from each other when I obey him, and he stuffs my panties in. He walks around doing I don’t know what while I stare out the window with my cheek on the bed, my knees under my chest, and my ass in the air. The mattress dips under him.I hear a bottle pop open, then feel the cold liquid that falls on my ass crack. It smells like roses. He scoops some of it and pushes down to the valley. His two wet fingers enter my butt. My eyes flutter close. The eagerness in my moaning is obvious. “Don’t come right away, Astoria.”

Every breath, every whimper I expel drowns in euphoria. It’s clear how grateful I am for each plunge he gifts me. “You want more?”

I nod while wanting to beg,Please don’t stop.

He adds another finger, pushing in, swirling, spreading me, pulling out, caressing every nerve ending so that my brain thinks it’s in an infinite pool of pleasure, in heaven. My insides tighten. The panic widens my eyes and fills my next moan.Fuck. I'm coming. I let out a long groan as I uncontrollably swing back and forth.

I'm shaking everywhere when he laments, “Aww… you have to learn to control yourself.” He adds another finger and I widen my legs, my moans now loud as he swirls inside me up to the base of his knuckles. I scream and move a little forward as he pushes in. “Not yet, pretty girl. I'm not done with you yet.”

My breathing is fast, panicking over how intense each touch is. My butt tightens. “Come on. You can do better than that. Can’t you?”

I scream a muffled no and shake my head.He chuckles, then gently kisses my cheek while his four fingers fill me. The contrast of the gentle kiss and his fingers fucking me shatters me.

“Make me proud, Astoria.” Now there’s no more slow swirling. He just pumps me with all four fingers. I use all my energy and brain power to expand my asshole, not letting it pucker or spasm. Focusing is almost impossible, while receiving such overwhelming pleasure. He takes all of it out but soon after, I feel his fist slowly take the rim of me around it. His wet knuckles rub against it again and again. A shuddering cry rolls out of me and he spanks my butt cheek with his other hand, breaking my concentration. The sting and filling pulls my scream. I lose all thought when he pushes deeper, until his wrist is paused at the entrance. The room fills with my sobbing and screaming.

"Shh.. It's ok. I'm not going to hurt you," he whispers, his voice at a raspy deeper pitch. The sound of his voice like this widens my eyes, the climax stacking faster as he slowly moves his fist in and out. My body convulses, jumping off the bed again and again, but no matter where I fall, he continues fucking me with his hand.

“This is what you wanted,” he says through his teeth while I scream with every wave, every slam, every spank. "Take it." I reach a level of insanity where nothing else exists except his fist pleasuring me while his other palm spanks me hard, torturing me. He's right. It's exactly what I needed. His knuckles slip roughly against my tightened walls.

"You look so pretty taking my fist, Astoria. Are you ready?"

I scream a no and shake my head but he pushes it in deeper, until his wrist bone stretches my rim, his entire hand filling me. While I wail, Asher pumps his fist in and out of me until my body sucks him in deeper. But he doesn't accept the invitation. It's a horrible tease. I need more.

"I can tell you want more but that's all you're getting."

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