Page 159 of Devil Mine

“Mhmm…you’re soaking wet,amor. Do you like the idea of getting your ass fucked?”

I moan incoherently, unable to provide a more articulate response when he pushes back into my ass with two fingers this time. Meanwhile, his cock continues its furious rhythm. He slams inside me, making my torso move up and down repeatedly and abrading my taut nipples against the rough surface of his desk. He scissors his fingers, stretching me indecently and I almost come again. I didn’t know it was possible to enjoy backdoor action but the combination of pain and pleasure from the way his fingers stroke up against my walls is overwhelming.

“You’re ready,preciosa. You’re squeezing the life out of my fingers.”

Thiago pulls out of me completely and then I feel his fingers back on my rim, rubbing a wet substance over the ring of muscles. I look over my shoulder and find him fisting his cock and covering it in vaseline.

His gaze lifts to mine, the predatory, ravenous look in his eyes sending a shiver down my spine. He stares at me as he pumps up and down his shaft a few times, the obscene act sending fresh arousal pooling between my legs.

Anticipation hums in my veins.

“Stay like that,” he orders, placing the thick head of his cock against my untried hole. My breath catches in my throat. “Look back at me with those wide eyes as I sink into your virgin ass,amor.”

“Okay, baby,” I answer, right as he pushes in.

He hisses at the affectionate nickname and the way my rim parts to let him in. My back bows and my muscles tighten at the pain of his intrusion, but I keep my eyes on him as requested. White hot heat fires into my ass as it tries to stretch to let him in, but he’s so thick. The girth of his cock splits me open, the sensation nothing like taking his two fingers.

He grabs my hips to keep me in place, his hands rubbing soothing circles on my overheated skin. He pulls me back and pushes forward, forcing my muscles to bend to him and I cry out.

Thiago’s face is a picture of concentration and crumbling control. His brows are furrowed, his eyes intensely focused on where his cock attempts to gain entry, his teeth digging into his lower lip as he tries to hold back. He looks seconds away from losing it.

“I’m almost there,amor. Relax and push out for me. Let me in.”

He thrusts against my resistance and my mouth parts on a silent scream. My eyes turn half lidded and something gives way inside me. His gaze lifts to mine as the head of his cock breaches the tightness of my sphincter and slides into my ass.

“Oh, God,” I scream.

A shiver racks down his whole body. His hands tighten brutally on my hips. His eyes never waver from mine, even as he groans loudly.

“Madre de Dios,” he mutters reverently. He slides in an inch, then another, and I throw my head back. He fists my hair and yanks my head to the side, forcing my gaze back to his. “You keep your eyes on me,” he orders. “You have no idea what you look like right now. If my cock wasn’t already halfway up your ass, I’d be shoving it down your throat for looking at me like that.” He grabs his phone and before I know it, he snaps a picture of me. He stares down at his screen with a savage smile, his other hand still on my hip and guiding his cock further inside me. “I’m going to start a photo album of you bent in all my favorite positions, taking me in all of your holes. This one is my favorite so far. I’m going to fuck my hand staring at this photo of you for years to come.”

I’m delirious and can’t respond. My body feels like it’s breaking under his assault. Every inch that his cock claims of my ass sends a fresh wave of pain shooting up my spine and tingling into my skull. I feel stretched beyond the limit, one tiny move away from being torn to pieces. But lurking behind that pain lies unbelievable pleasure. It’s a weird sensation, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It feels taboo, but that’s part of what’s adding to it — the fact that we shouldn’t be doing this, that dark desire fuels him to take my ass because he wants to own me entirely and in a way a person should never own another. I love it.

Thiago parts my cheeks and looks down at where his cock is splitting me open. I follow his gaze and feel arousal gush from my pussy at the lewdness of seeing half of his dick buried inside me, the other half still working to gain entry. He stares unflinchingly into my eyes as he dribbles a line of spit directly onto my asshole, using his thumb to rub it into my taut, white rim. I whimper at the erotic sight, goosebumps erupting up the column of my spine.

“Do you like what you see?” he asks, voice rendered unrecognizable by thick, forbidden arousal. “Do you like watching my cock take your ass?”

I moan but he wraps a hand around my throat and jaw from behind and arches me further back towards him.

“Answer me. Do you want to see more?” He thrusts another inch savagely inside me and I cry out. “Ask me to give you another inch.”

“Please,” I beg.

“Ask. Say “please push another inch of your cock into my ass, husband”.”

God, he’s so dirty and obscene. He won’t stop until he owns every single part of me. Every thought, every word, every action.

“Please push another inch of your cock into my ass, husband,” I repeat, voice broken by lust.

Eyes gleam possessively on me and then I watch as he shifts his hips back slightly and powers forward until he buries the entirety of his cock into my ass.

A loud scream rips from my lips and I go limp. His hand on my throat keeps me upright. He pulls me against his chest and his lips find the shell of my ear.

“I gave you three inches for the price of one. Now I’m all the way inside you,” he whispers smugly, ownership ringing loudly in his tone. “Say thank you.”

“T-thank you, baby.”

A territorial growl rumbles in his chest.

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