Page 32 of Dark Truths

There’s so much emotion in his eyes when he looks down at me. Like he can’t believe I’m real, like I’m as much his salvation as he is mine. “Get on your knees, angel. It’s time to worship the devil.”

I squirm and rub my thighs together, the desperate need to ease the desire there growing with every passing second. Sinking to my knees, I reach out and unbuckle his belt, lower his zipper, and free his pierced cock from his briefs.

He groans deep and buries his hands in my hair the moment I take him in my mouth. With a deep moan, I glide my tongue around his thick head, savoring the intoxicating taste and sensation of him. In response, his grip on my hair tightens, and I’m completely at his mercy as he does what he said he wouldand fucks my mouth until I can’t think of anything but the feel of him in my mouth.

“So fucking pretty. An angel on her knees in front of me, taking my cock like a good girl.” His praise sends a jolt of pleasure directly to where I ache for his touch. “Do you want to touch yourself?” I nod and moan around him. “Go ahead, angel. Touch yourself, but you’re not allowed to come. Do you understand?”

My eyes roll behind my eyelids. His permission is all I need for my hand to dive beneath my dress and find the sensitive bundle of nerves pulsing with the need to be touched. I practically swallow his cock when I swipe my thumb across my clit.

He drives himself deeper into my mouth. “Fuck, Gabriella. Do that again.”

I follow his command, repeating the action over and over, as I edge closer to an orgasm that I’m forbidden to have. I’m practically whimpering with need by the time I feel him swell in my mouth.

“You will swallow every drop,” he orders a second before he explodes down my throat, and I do what he says. His hand caresses my cheek and our eyes meet. “Now, angel. Come for me.”

One last touch and my body seizes as my orgasm rips through me.

Dimitri slips from my mouth, but I stay there, frozen in place, struggling hard to catch my breath and thoughts. I watch him sink back on the chaise lounge and grab a towel to clean himself before he tucks himself away. A content and satiated smile pulls at his lips as he studies me. A moment later, he leans forward and traces my swollen, aching lips with his thumb.

“Freshly fucked is a good look on you, sweetheart.”

I playfully shove his hand away with a snort.

Something behind me catches his attention and when he looks back at me, the Devil’s returned to his eyes. “Ready for the show?”

Dimitri helps me to my feet before he pulls me onto his lap with my back to his chest so that I can see the party going down below. Couples in the throes of passion, hands touching, mouths kissing, bodies moving…the sight is erotic and addicting. So much so that I push back against Dimitri, grinding on his lap. Beneath me, his cock stirs, as one hand comes up to wrap around my throat and the other settles on my hip.

He pulls my head back until his warm breath brushes along my ear. “Feel like dancing?”

I roll my hips on purpose before sliding off his lap. Dimitri reaches for a remote, aims it at a panel on the wall and clicks a button. The room is filled with the pulsating beat of a song with a deep bass, compelling my body to sway and dance along, my movements sensual and fluid.

I slowly trace up my dress, enjoying the way his eyes follow the path of my hands. I push the straps of my dress off my shoulders, revealing the gentle slope of my neck and curve of my shoulders.

Dimitri’s eyes fix on me and all I see in the heated blue depths is desire and need. He reaches for me, but I playfully step just out of his reach, a small smile dancing on my lips as I meet his challenging gaze.

Reaching for the zipper on the side of my dress, I pull the metal tag down with deliberate slowness. The fabric falls away to the floor like water, gathering in a puddle at my heeled feet. I step forward, my eyes never leaving Dimitri’s as I remove our masks and blue clashes with gold.

The air crackles with electric anticipation as I climb on his lap, trapping him with one knee on each side. I take his hands and place one gently on my waist while guiding the other to seek what it wants. Finding a breast, he squeezes lightly beforepinching the nipple. The sharp sensation gives way to pleasure when he rolls the flesh between his fingers afterward.

I lean into his touch and rock my hips forward before capturing his mouth. His tongue dives in immediately, tangling with mine as he takes control of the kiss. Melting into him, I practically mew like a kitten when his hand travels up my back to grip the nape of my neck to find a better angle that allows him to kiss me deeper.

“I love how you taste after you’ve sucked me dry,” he whispers against my lips, licking his own for show.

“Please, Dimitri. I need to feel you inside me,” I say as my back arches, shoving my body forward to grind my clit against his clothed lap. “Please. Let me ride you.”

Dimitri pats my hip, and I lift myself up far enough for his mouth to latch onto a nipple while he shimmies his pants and briefs down. While he does, I work on unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it free from his tattoo covered chest.

Dimitri releases my nipple with an audiblepopbefore he pulls my face down for a kiss. A second later, he impales me on his cock and the surprise draws a startled gasp from my mouth which he swallows greedily.

I feel so full, so complete, like the last piece of a puzzle, when he’s inside me. Without losing his mouth, I rock forward, finding a rhythm that has us both moaning and gasping into each other’s mouths. He slides one hand to my hip, helping keep my pace and adding pressure and depth with every thrust. His other appears between us, his fingers seeking my clit before he finds it and rolls the nerves just like he did my nipple.

Warmth gathers at the base of my spine at the same time I feel him swell inside me, pushing his piercings even more against the rough spot inside me. Our rhythm grows hectic and uneven, as we chase that high only an orgasm brings. When it does, I bury my hands in his hair, keeping his face close as I reach the ledgeand jump, falling into the vast ocean below. Dimitri joins me a second later, the warmth of his seed reaching all the way to my belly.

We rest our foreheads together, our breaths mingling until we become one with each inhale. He calls me his angel, but I know I’m well on my way to falling, just like the devil did.

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Dimitri

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