Page 54 of As Devils Love

Among the tattoos, I see scars littering his body. Some are small, looking more like scrapes, while others are enormous in comparison. Among the mix of healed over wounds, long gashes from being cut run down his chest, and there’s one right above his waist that looks like he was stabbed with a jagged bottle.

Holy shit, I didn’t think he could look any hotter, but seeing his war-torn body makes me shudder. And if that realization isn’t enough, another flicks a light on in my head.

He’s going to fuck me.

It should’ve been obvious by the way he is undressing, more so by his proclamation that he needs me. But somehow it didn’t cross my mind until now.

“Like what you see?” Crue asks, as he works his belt the same way he did in the bar. This time he kicks his shoes off before he finishes undoing all the buttons and zips keeping his jeans up. “Or repulsed by it?”

He looks down at his own body, scanning the mix of wounds and tattoos. His question doesn’t come out as serious, and if it is, he seems to not give a fuck about my opinion.

“It’s amazing.” I choke on the words, but it’s more for the fact that Crue drops his pants, and his throbbing erection springs into view.

“You’re amazing.”

Crue grabs the front of my panties in his fist, and the sensation of his fingers brushing my scorched wetness makes me moan delightedly.

“You know, I still have the pair I took from you.” He pulls them off me in one swift motion. He keeps them crumpled in his hand, raising them up to his mouth and breathing in while his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Holy shit, I’ve never been more attracted to anyone in my life. He has a direct line to the pleasure receptors in my brain, and he knows it, too.

“I keep them under my pillow as a reminder of what you’ve done to me.” Crue falls to his knees between my legs and slowly lowers my panties from his nose. Instead of discarding them to the side, he cups the balled, wet cotton against my mouth, andholds it there until I let him shove them inside me. “Our dirty little secret.”

Oh God, I’m gonna cum again. He hasn’t even started, and I can feel it brewing inside me.

He starts sliding across the bed, positioning himself so his cock is just above my body. It isn’t even the whole thing, but I can see it stretching over my pelvis with its head stopping just past my belly button.

Crue wraps a hand around the base, and it makes a shiver run through his entire body. He brings it down like a hammer, knocking the tip against my body, and I wriggle with every tap.

He stares at me with dark content, and glides his tip through my slick folds, soaking it before it stops at my entrance. I moan against the panties, slowly slipping deeper into my mouth. And it seems that muffled cry is what Crue was waiting for.

His free hand grips onto my waist, and he uses it to hold me steady as he bucks his hips forward, driving his enormous head past my barrier. I cry out in blissful agony, as my pussy stretches to accommodate his size. There’s no end to the gasps and choked noises fighting their way out of me, as he lowers inch of magnificent inch into me.

“Christ,” he hisses through gritted teeth. His own breathing starting to hasten. Crue’s legs buckle, and he falls on top of me. The slow and steady rhythm he was taking to fit inside me, is thrown out the window as he suddenly crumbles. A few inches turn into the majority of his thick shaft, and I howl at the swelling pleasure of being filled to the brim.

Did he do it on purpose? Pretend to fall so we could skip the adjustment period and get straight to the fun part?

A minute ago, I’d have hated it to be true.

Right now? I can’t stop rolling my hips from side to side against his girth, while it scratches the deep itch only his cock can reach.

He brings his second hand into the crook of my thigh, and uses it as leverage to begin thrusting. I’m surprised he keeps it slow to start with. He pulls all the way back to his cock’s head, before sinking as far as my body will allow him to go.

Crue brings his mouth to mine again, and kisses me, panties and all. His tongue slides over the fabric in a way that leads me to believe he wants to steal whatever taste of me he can get. When he’s finished with my soaked panties, he uses his teeth to pull them out of my mouth. He flicks his head to the side, and they go flying across the room, as the sounds they suppressed start barreling out of my open mouth.

Moans, groans and choked sputters of delight fill the room, and with them Crue uses his hands on my hips to start pulling me into his thrusts.

“I told you once, Little Flame,” his hoarse voice struggles to get the words out. “And now you know I mean it.”

I gasp for air, trying to fill my lungs. It’s in vain, as every thrust Crue drives into me, knocks the oxygen straight back out of me.

“You’re mine.” He growls.

“My mouth.” He kisses me briefly, while he slams into me.

“My tits.” He moves his head down my body, burying his face between my breasts. He delivers this message with his tongue, coiling it over my nipple before he sucks it into his lips.

“My pussy.” He thrusts into me savagely, until my insides coil into a tight knot. There’s no delay between feeling it tighten and the overwhelming intensity of my vicious orgasm, exploding over his erection.

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