Page 80 of The Devil's Deal

She pants as her knees hit the floor, her frantic hands on my pants and boxers, lowering both.

I peer down as she holds my cock in her fist, and without her eyes leaving mine, she sticks out her tongue, leans down, and takes a long swipe up from the base, all the way up to the tip.

“Fuck.” My voice strains, my eyes drifting to a close from the sensation pouring down my entire body.

My hand is on the back of her head now, pushing her further into me, needing to fill her any way I can. She swallows me whole, gagging on the thickness as her hand squeezes my balls.

“Yeah, that’s it.” I drive in deeper, making her choke on every inch. “Show me how much you want it.”

She whimpers over my dick as her lips move up and down, refusing to let even a little bit of me out of her talented mouth. My release grows, burning at the base, needing to give her every drop.

“I’m about to come, baby. Better move if you...fuck!” I groan as she stays where she is, sucking me harder, deeper. “Oh, damn. That mouth, Chiara. It’s mine. You’remine.”

My cock pops out of her mouth.

“Never,” she fires back, stroking me with a sardonic smile.

Growling, I push her back down on my dick. “Did I say you could move?”

My grip on the back of her head is strong, keeping her there as she gags and moans in the most beautiful way. The sound music to my ears.

“That’s right, baby. I want you so full of me you can’t fucking talk.”

Clutching her hair, I fuck her mouth with fierce brutality, the vibrations from her moans getting stronger, and with one more thrust, the burn from my release hits me harder than I’ve ever experienced from any woman before her.

I spill into the warmth of her mouth, never wanting to fill another one again, and hating that I feel this way. No matter how good this is, it’s not real. It never will be.

Gripping her hair, I keep her lips pressed against the base of my cock while I burrow deeper into her mouth, twitching until every drop spills down her throat.

“Mmm,” I groan, yanking her up by her hair and slamming her lips to mine, kissing her hard before pulling back. “You did good. So fucking good.”

Her hand snaps to the back of my head, nails raking, breaths hastening. “And what do I get for my A-plus performance?”

She looks at me, and I look at her, our gazes caught in seduction and deceit. I lean into her mouth and nip her lower lip with my teeth.

“How about I show you?” My breath skims over her mouth as I wrap my arms around her lower back, walking us backward until we get to the ladder by the bookshelf.

Grabbing her around the jaw, I edge my lips closer.

“I want to feel how wet that pussy is for me, and you’re gonna let me.”

I don’t give her a chance to respond. I flip her around by her hips, pushing her facedown onto a single ladder step with my palm. Her cheek is planted against the cold metal as she moans, her side-eye hungrily taking in my every move.

“Do you think about me, Chiara?” I ask as I lift up her dress with my other hand, exposing her sun-kissed ass. “Do you drip down from this sweet pussy when you touch it, imagining it’s my big cock stretching you, filling you?”

I let a finger fall in between her slit, running it up and down, careful not to touch her clit.

“Fuck,” she groans brokenly, unable to fight her desire for the villain I’ve become.

She arches her ass up, silently begging for more.

“What a bad girl, wanting her pussy fucked by the likes of me.” My palm strikes one ass cheek while my other hand firmly holds her face where it is.

She yelps, followed by a moan, wiggling her ass from side to side.

“Tell me you want me, Chiara. Tell me how badly you need me to make you come.”

“Fuck you,” she spits out, gritting her teeth, her brows squeezing tight, her lips forming an O as my finger hooks into her black thong, slipping it to the side.

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