Page 5 of The Devil's Demise

“Yes! Fuck!” My nails scrape along the wood of my desk.

And just like that, he stops. I quickly jump to a seated position, frustration embedded in my gaze.

I find his hands on his black trousers, unbuttoning them, and his eyes perched to mine. The sound of the zipper dragging sends a shiver down my spine.

“Finally,” I groan.

A smile crawls to my mouth as I reach for his powerful wrist, pulling him to me, and he lets me take control. My hands replace his as I hurriedly draw his pants and boxers down, my long fingers curling over his thick, hard cock.

“This is mine,” I moan.

My pussy’s dripping on my desk, and I rub myself on it as I stroke him. I slide off, crouching down and peering up at him as I swirl my tongue around the head of his length.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groans, his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down his cock until I gag, my eyes watering over deliciously. “I like you full of me.”

His hoarse and throaty voice has me burning for him, needing to feel this beautiful man inside me. He jerks against my tongue as I bob my head, not leaving an inch of him without the feel of my warmth.

He clutches my hair, dragging me back.

“I need to come inside you,” he grits as my tongue runs circles over the tip of his cock. “Filthy little thing.”

He yanks harder, pulling me upright before his mouth devours me, his tongue roughly parting my lips, entering inside, winding with mine.

He palms my ass, squeezing once before he’s forcing my body down until I’m lying over the desk with him in between my thighs. My hands are on his back, his muscles stretching and flexing while I attempt to yank the button-down shirt up so I can feel his skin on mine.

He pitches back, his fingers on his tie as he slowly undoes it, and then he’s working the buttons of his shirt, practically ripping them off. He removes the tie from around his thick neck while my fingers drift down my stomach, slipping inside me as I watch him take the shirt off. He eyes me hard on a guttural groan, cursing under his breath while I bite into my bottom lip.

Slipping the tie off, he balls it in his fist, using his other hand to yank my shirt down, freeing my breasts. He continues to watch me touch myself, his cock jerking as I moan and roll my hips.

He reaches for my pussy, pushing my hand away and rubbing his tie in between my soaked lips. With a devilish grin, I grab it from him, lining it in between my legs as I close them, stroking myself on the soft silk, my gasping growing louder the more he watches. It’s exciting being watched, knowing it’s turning him on.

“Fuck!” he roars before he jerks the tie from my grasp, and in a mere blink, he stuffs it into my mouth. “You taste good, don’t you, baby?”

I nod, throwing my head back as his cock lines up with my entrance. His hands are on my ankles, and he pulls them apart, yanking me to him until my ass is hanging off the desk.

“Yeah, that’s right, you do. Such a filthy slut, rubbing her sweet pussy on my tie.”

I whimper as he pushes just an inch of himself inside me, and I try like mad to get him to fuck me, working my hips just so, but he doesn’t give it to me.

“Please, Dom,” I beg, forgetting this game we’re playing.

“Oh, I’m Dom now, huh?” His wanton gaze runs down my body, his smirk doing all kinds of dirty things to me.

“You’re always Dom to me, no matter how many different people we pretend to be. You’re always mine.”

His jaw tics with a possessive growl.

With my palms, I squeeze my large tits together, rolling my hardened nipples in between two fingers, knowing how crazy it makes him.

“Shit . . .” he groans, and I do it again.

He’s on me in a flash, my throat at his mercy as he wraps his large hand around it, squeezing so hard I almost come. With a lustful look in his eyes, he thrusts his cock fully inside me with one hard motion, giving me every inch I desperately crave.

“Dom!” I tremble out a cry.

He pounds into me with ruthless strokes, his palm suddenly on the back of my neck, his forehead bowing against mine as our lips hover, tasting, owning each other’s heavy breaths.

“You feel so good,” I pant, my tongue snaking out to stroke his mouth, and he hisses once before he captures it, sucking, kissing me hungrily, so frantically, I almost come undone just from the sheer feeling of it.

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