Page 41 of As Devils Love

I’m still a woman.

I have my own needs.

And as much as I don’t want to admit it, Crue has managed to fulfill them several times already.

“That’s right. Keep that tongue out for me,” Crue involuntarily winces as he brings the head of his dick right up to my lips. He pauses there, giving himself another long, slow stroke, while my eyes cross as I watch him work the thick spectacle in front of me.

Then, as his hand hits his pelvis again, he inches his hips forward and lets the thick head of his cock slip between my lips. With it, I’m greeted by the first taste of his precum. As expected, the first flavor that hits my tongue is salty, but the longer I taste him, the sweeter it seems to get. Maybe it’s blending in with his woody cologne, which is tickling my nose with his standing this close.

My tongue starts moving along his swollen head, searching near the hole for more. One taste wasn’t enough to fully understand the complexities of his flavor. Crue cranes his neck to look at me. His eyes burn with hungry intensity and dark curiosity. I bet mine are showing something similar. Giving in to his wicked whims, without needing his to command me.

Since I don’t have any choice in the matter, I might as well have my own fun. I might as well find the twisted enjoyment my mind has conjured since we met. Crying and screaming isn’t going to stop this from happening, and if I’m going to regret it anyway, it should be on my terms.

“That’s it, Little Flame.” Crue drives a hand toward my head, and his fingers intertwine with my hair. He takes a firm grip on me, and starts pulling me toward him, inching his length deeper into my mouth.

He doesn’t get very far before the tip reaches too far in and triggers my gag reflex. Crue draws himself back, giving me a moment to breathe, but he never removes himself fully. Short breathes barely manage to get air into my lungs with his girth still crowding my mouth.

Before I have a chance to fully catch myself, he tugs on my hair again. This time, he manages to slide into the same position without my choking on his cock. I’ve got no idea how, but I’m sure it’s my body’s fight response. Disappointing the monster, who has taken control of me, won’t do any good. Since I can’t run, I have to adapt to what he’s doing.

Right now, it’s testing the limits of my throat to see when I’ll collapse. I guess it also helps that gagging flooded my mouth with saliva, making it easier for him to slip around inside.

“Shut your mouth around it and suck,” he barks his order, tightening his grip in my hair.

I look up at Crue with eyes that are tear-filled from the initial choking. Until now, I hadn’t realized that my mouth was still as wide as I could keep it. Even then, my teeth still grazed his shaft as it passed by them.

I curl my lips down as instructed, trying to strike a balance between covering my teeth while still being able to accept his girth. The latter, I’m quickly realizing, is nearly impossible,without spreading my mouth wide. I suck back the pocket of air in my cheeks, until they tighten around him.

A devilish growl escapes Crue’s mouth, and he starts moving his hips back and forth. He pulls his cock back far enough that only the tip remains in my mouth, before slotting it all the way in until he’s tickling my throat. He uses his grip in my hair to pull me along with the motion, slow at first, but each thrust brings increased speed with it.

Some haphazard thrusts press his head into my cheek, extending the flesh into an enormous ball. Others, as he starts to lose control of his actions and to sink further into my throat, bring new waves of spluttering from me. But no matter how hard I gag, or how little oxygen I get, Crue doesn’t stop like he did the first time.

Each unwanted response makes his grin grow wider. It’s as if the torturous side of this is the most enjoyable part to him. And I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t doing something similar to me.

I have no control. I feel powerless in a place where I should be safe. Mostly, just having a man like Crue do whatever he wants without a thing I can do to stop him, turns my knees to jelly and opens the flood gates between my legs.

Desire claws at my belly from this irresistible, taboo encounter. Tears pour from my eyes, not out of fear, but at the vicious slamming he drives deeper into me. Spit dribbles down my chin. And the noises I splutter around his cock are more in line with moaning than feeling afraid.

My heart skips more than a few beats as I look at Crue’s face once more and see it twist in forbidden enjoyment. He slides his free hand under my chin, using it to lift my head in line with his pelvis, somehow never missing a beat with his thrusts.

“You like that, my Little Flame?” He asks in a raw, vicious snarl.

All I can focus on is his “my Little Flame”. Crue has said the name before, but he never saidmy. Maybe I’m reading into it too deeply, especially with him smashing into my throat, but hearing it isn’t helping my own desires.

I’m a mess. Screwed up beyond repair and it’s all his fault.

I can’t answer, even if I wanted to. In my new position, Crue manages to find a better rhythm with his thrusts. And with a hand both in my hair and around my throat, he starts bucking his hips savagely, fucking my mouth without concern for the state it’s going to leave me in.

Noises I never thought I’d hear from the giant towering over me start spilling from his mouth. Loud groans, as if he doesn’t give a damn who hears him, mixed with quieter, more primal grunts. Each thrust brings another wild eruption out of him, until his body is moving at ridiculous speeds. His grip tightens around my jaw, and with it his head snaps to the ceiling.

“I’m gonna cum in your pretty little mouth.” Crue snarls as his legs begin to shake. “Break you in.” His thrusting starts slowing. Instead of quick bursts, he’s sliding the full length out of my mouth, before driving it as far back into my throat as he can get it. And with it, I find my own forbidden pleasure. I’ve never reached climax without being touched before, but something tells me if I ever do, it’ll be because of Crue. “I’m going to make. You. Mine.”

He pulls back as a stifled roar catches in the back of his throat. But this time, as his cock’s head slides out of my mouth, hot ropes of his seed splash over my tongue. His body tenses and relaxes, and each action floods my mouth further, until all that’s left is the taste of his salty, sweetness.

I wanted another taste, and I got it in spades.

And then, as if nothing has happened, Crue slips his cock out of my mouth and pulls up his trousers. He doesn’t say a word, just stares down at me as he tucks in his shirt and fastens hisbelt. Only when he’s presentable again, or as close to how he looked before, does he speak.

“Don’t worry, Little Flame. I haven’t forgotten about you.” In a move that leaves me panting harder than Crue’s face-fucking, he extends a hand down to me and helps me up from the floor.

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