Page 3 of The Devil's Demise

Both hands fist my hair, roughing through it, his lips hovering over mine. “But you want to, don’t you? You like being bad.”

His knee pushes into my pussy, and without feeling any shame, I ride him, the wave of pleasure growing the deeper he drives into me.

“Say it,” he demands, tugging at my strands. “Tell me you want this. Tell me how bad you want my cock inside your tight little hole.”

When all I do is groan, he removes his knee.

“Damn it. Don’t stop,” I bite back.

He yanks my head back, those heavy-lidded eyes greeting me, the storm within them brewing. “Then say it. I want to hear how bad you want to fuck me behind your husband’s back.”

“Y-yes . . .” I groan, needy and desperate.

He throws me up against the wall, forcing his hard body into mine, molding us perfectly as though somehow this is right. He drops one of his hands, roughly undoing the button of my jeans and practically ripping the zipper down.

“Are you wet, sweetheart? Is this pussy dripping for something new?”

“Yes. Oh, God,” I whisper-cry when his fingers dip in past the zipper, flirting inches away from where I desperately need them. “Please . . .”

My hips arch, trying to take what he’s denying me.

His deep-chested chuckle sends a quiver down to my core.

“Use your words.” He drops his hand from my hair, now clutching my jaw within it.

Did I mention large, manly hands like his are my kryptonite?

“Please what?” His mouth lowers, perched close, our breaths tangled in heated desire.

“Please fuck me. Touch me however you want.”

In a mere blink, his entire palm slips inside and cups my pussy. I can feel how soaked I am as he easily glides his hand up and down.

“Yes . . .” My lips part on a moan, and my eyes want to close, but I keep them open, wanting to look at him as he touches me.

“No panties, huh? You’re a very bad girl, aren’t you?”

“Always,” is all I can manage when two fingers replace his palm, stroking both sides of my throbbing clit.

A jolt zaps into my back, my gut. I don’t even know where exactly, but I feel everything at the same time, like I’m wired.

“Fuck!” My whispery shout lands around his jaw as he growls in approval, working his fingers faster.

“What would your husband say if he caught us? My hand taking what’s his. What you’re easily giving me, like my personal plaything.”

“He’d kill you,” I confidently manage through the gritting of my teeth.

And it’s true. If another man were to touch me, Dom would break him in half before shooting his dick off.

“He can try,” the man says, removing his fingers from me and dragging my jeans down.

“What are you ... ?” My eyes pop wide, my pussy aching for him to finish.

Aligning our gazes, he continues to undress me until my pants are around my knees. All I do is grow hotter all over, circling my ass against the wall, needing him to release me from this torturous state.

“Turn around,” he demands. “Palms against the wall and spread those thighs.”

My chest trembles with scattered breaths, my brows bending in shameless pleasure.

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