Page 4 of The Devil's Demise

“Now.”

“Here?” I question, though still doing as I’m told, looking at him from over my shoulder.

“Here.”

He presses into me, wrapping a hand around my throat, clutching it tight, while his fingers return to my clit, stroking slowly. A series of moans barrage out of me.

“Wish your husband could see how desperate you are for my cock. My good little slut.” His hand narrows around my neck, and I’m barely able to drag in air. “Let’s see how good you can take it.”

He thrusts three fingers inside me so hard I suffocate on a scream I can barely make. He curls those fingers, roughly slamming against my G-spot. My walls clench while his other hand cinches tighter around my throat.

“You like being used like my personal whore, don’t you? Being spread open for anyone to see.”

“Yes . . .” I gasp. “Don’t stop, I’m—I’m almost there.”

So close, I can almost taste it.

“Do you get this wet for your husband?” His tongue licks a path up to my ear, sucking my lobe into his hot mouth.

“No,” I groan. “He usually leaves me to take care of myself. Too busy to satisfy me.”

“That’s a damn shame.” His teeth scrape along the shell of my ear, his strokes getting harsher, making my body practically explode.

“Yes, fuck!” I cry, as his thumb rubs circles on my clit until my legs quiver, and that’s all it takes. “Oh, God, yes!”

My scream echoes through the hall as he gives me everything, milking every tremor, working me until my body stills.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers, his lips meeting my nape as he leaves urgent kisses behind, even with his hand still wrapped around my throat.

“That was ... hot.” I exhale with exhaustion.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He reaches for the door handle that leads into my office and pushes it open, taking my hand and leading me inside.

When I told Dom I wanted to run my own strip club, he didn’t hesitate in his support. He funded the business once I found the perfect location, and Club Azalea was born. This time, I run it the right way. Nothing dirty happens here, not like it did at my father’s place. I protect my girls.

The man’s hands are on my hips as he kicks the door closed, leaving it unlocked. He tips my chin up with a finger, those eyes boring into me so hungrily, I can feel him ... or more like sense him in the marrow of my bones. We’re attuned, and it’s scary and thrilling all at once.

He drops to the floor, looking up at me as he takes one of my feet, slowly lowering the zipper around my boot before removing it, then moving on to the other.

The tip of his tongue darts out as his gaze meets my pussy, and then he’s removing my jeans completely before climbing back up my body. With a palm, he pushes me backward until the backs of my thighs hit the desk.

His hand curls around my throat, his thumb roughly brushing over my mouth before he pushes me down onto the desk, spreading my legs apart in one rough move.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he groans, his thumbs massaging my wet lips, almost meeting my clit.

“Shit, I . . .”

“Need to come again, don’t you?” he growls, gently gliding two fingers up my center, rousing my need so expertly I almost fly off the desk.

He plays me, his eyes on mine, devouring the raging of my breaths and the desire perched within my gaze. He devours it all, like a man starved. Gluttonous.

“Fuck me, please.” I attempt to prop myself on my elbows, but he pushes me back down with a heavy palm, one finger barely entering me while a thumb brushes over my achy clit.

I groan in frustration as he massages me with the heel of his palm. God, the things his hands can do. I can’t believe I’m even doing something like this. I never would’ve thought I would.

Since being married to Dom for four and a half years, I’ve never once thought about fucking a complete stranger. But I must admit, this is insanely hot, being naked in front of someone else, having him do all the dirty things to me.

I stare at the ceiling, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when his thick, heavy tongue swipes me from ass to clit.

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