Page 75 of The Devil's Secret

He’s unable to glance away. The way he devours me gives me the courage to try something I haven’t done since before my world was turned upside down. I roll my palm through the slickness of my body, past my stomach, until I find that place I’ve been used, abused, but I get to claim it now. It’s mine. This moment, this feeling—it’s mine. But it’s his too. I want it to be. It’s my choice, and no one gets to make those for me any longer.

I back up against the wall, slipping a finger inside.

“Yeah, baby,” he groans. “Let me see those fingers stretch that pussy.”

I sigh his name, adding a second finger, his dirty talk like gasoline over my body, lighting me up.

“That’s a good girl. Finger your pretty cunt before I fuck it. Let me hear you come.”

“Yes,” I cry, thrusting faster, my muscles spasming, my core drenched, needing him badly. My exhales turn to hurried gasps as I watch him watching me, and nothing has felt so erotic.

“That’s it, baby. Show me how you like it.” He fists himself tightly, the water dripping down his heavy, rigid cock, his form rippling as every muscle tenses.

My thighs tremble, clamping around my hand as my orgasm builds, unable to take my eyes off his hand as it leisurely rolls down his length, then up again.

“Can’t wait to taste you on my tongue, feel you come around my fat cock.” He groans as I move deeper, faster, my body quivering as I almost reach the end. “You want that, don’t you, baby girl? You like that pussy spread open with my tongue while you sit on my face.”

“Oh God, yes, please,” I cry, unable to hold on much longer.

“Come for me, baby. And then you’re mine.”

My lips part, my moans sounding more like pleading cries, and when I brush my thumb over my clit this time, my release spirals, practically knocking me down to the ground.

He’s on me before I can recover, pushing me harder up against the wall, his mouth capturing mine, his tongue fighting its way inside, teeth nipping my lower lip. He’s demonic in the way he wields his power over my body, like he knows it better than I do. Maybe he does.

His fingers slip between my legs, and I fight against his touch, still sensitive from the orgasm I just had. Before I know it, I’m rising higher again, his fingers spreading me, sinking inside.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he groans, his lips kissing past my neck, coasting down to my breast, gripping a nipple between his teeth before continuing downward.

He sinks to the floor, peering up at me as he lifts one of my legs and throws it over his shoulder.

“It's time a man worshipped you for a change.” That’s the last thing he says before his mouth covers my pussy. I scream out his name, my hand weaving into his voluptuous hair as I pull hard, the tip of his tongue dancing over my clit, the tempo fast yet slow. He brings me to the edge, but never lets me fall. I cling to the orgasm he denies, wanting it so badly, I’m ready to beg for his cock.

“I know exactly what this pussy needs.” The vibrations from his warm and seductive voice against my most intimate place has me wordlessly panting, clasping my hand tighter around his hair.

His tongue shoves inside me, two fingers sweeping up and down both sides of my clit. I gasp from the intense sensation, my core quivering as the back of my head falls against the tiles, water sluicing down our bodies.

I’m almost there, falling faster. When he slides his long, thick tongue in deeper, those fingers swirling harshly over my clit, my orgasm bursts to life.

“Yes, Enzo! Oh fuck, yes!”

His approving growl drives every ounce of pleasure from me before he climbs back up, kissing me with a fury to match my own.

Our hands are everywhere at once, practically clawing at each other before he lifts me up by my thighs, my back hitting the wall behind me as he positions his cock at my entrance. Now that I’m on the pill he was able to get for me, we don’t have to worry about condoms.

He holds me steady with the power of his grip as the head of his length enters me slowly, but he doesn’t move at first, stilling inside me as he gazes deep into my eyes.

“I love you, Joelle. Too fucking much.”

And my heart, it winces at the name he uses, the name they all used for me, those men who hurt me.

I should’ve told him by now, I owe him that, but I was holding back for some reason. I’m done now. I want him to know all of me. I love him enough to give him something else. My real name.

“Call me Jade,” I tremble out, so nervous he’ll hate me for not telling him sooner.

“Jade?” His brows bend with confusion as he brings a hand up, keeping me steady with his other one, his arm gripping me under my ass.

He clasps his large palm around the side of my neck, his cock tipping further into my entrance.

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