Page 66 of The Devil's Pawn

He shoots up my body so quickly that I gasp. His hand clasps around my throat as his mouth grazes over my lips with feral breaths.

“Before you leave me?” he growls.

Hot. Ravenous.

The look in his eyes is so possessive and domineering. All the things I never knew I wanted in a man. This is how it should be.

I wish I didn’t have to go. I’d stay. I’d let him have me and make me his. But the dream isn’t my reality.

“What makes you think I’d ever let you go, Raquel?” And then he captures my lips, his hand squeezing my neck and making my core quiver and clench for his cock.

His other hand rides down my body until it lands where I want him. Cupping me in his palm, he massages the sensitive flesh, making my pussy ache for release. I moan into his mouth; his teeth sink over my lower lip before he lets a finger dip inside, circling my clit slowly, then pulling away, then doing it again.

He doesn’t end the torture. He keeps bringing me to the edge before yanking it away, leaving me hurting for him more than before.

“Why would you ever want to leave this, baby?” he drawls, pitching back so he can catch my gaze before thrusting two fingers inside me, ramming so deep that my eyes light up with fireworks.

My nails try to grip the wall, but it’s no use.

“This pussy is mine.”

“Yes!” I scream out, my mouth forming an O as he hits my G-spot mercilessly, making my legs tremble.

“Say it, Raquel. Tell me it’s mine.”

I can barely speak. It feels like I’m floating. Wanting Dante is like walking over a thin glass floor, set high above: admiring the beauty of the view below, but praying you don't fall down and scar yourself for life. But even still, he might be worth it.

“It’s yours! No one has ever made me feel this good,” I groan.

“And no one ever will.”

And it’s as though he’s willed it so. Willed it that I’m forever his.

In one quick movement, he lifts me in the air by my waist, looking up at me. “Don’t be scared, and remember to hold on tight.”

“Wha—”

But I don’t get to finish before he expertly flips my body around so that my thighs wrap around his neck and my mouth is level to his heavy cock. It’s a sixty-nine position like I’ve never experienced in my life. I clutch his thighs just as he pivots my hips so that my core settles closer to his mouth, his possessive hands gripping my ass.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He blows against it. “I’m gonna enjoy this.”

And when his tongue snakes out for a slow, tantalizing dive, I almost collapse from the sensation. But he holds me firmer as my hands do the same around his massive legs.

I lower my lips around the crown of his cock, hollowing my cheeks as I descend slow. And when he growls around my pulsing clit, I almost come while taking him all the way deep.

I start to move, tightening my lips and taking him faster as my tongue drags up and down his length. He shudders, his groans intensifying, and my moans join him.

“Keep sucking that cock, baby girl,” he grits out. “You’re doing so good.”

I contract around his tongue as it enters me, my body roaring with an ignited rush as the tip rolls up to my clit, sucking while his teeth rub it. I’m drenched. I can feel the warmth at my core. Feel myself slick and pulsing ravagely.

“Oh, fu-fuck!” I cry as the release creeps over me.

My hands quiver as my body rides the wave. I swallow up his thickness once again, bobbing my head faster, knowing I’m almost there and wanting him to join me.

He devours me so brazenly, everything is at his mercy. His tongue drives up from my nub to my ass, circling in that most intimate place no one has ever been.

I’d give it up to him. No questions. He’d make it feel incredible. I know he would.

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