Page 72 of Devil Mine

“Good girls deserve rewards.”

Setting her down on the seat, I position myself between her legs. Her eyes go from sluggish to wide open and alert when she sees me kneel on the floor, hooking my arms under each of her bent legs.

My gaze drops from her shocked face and moves slowly down her body. I wish I could strip her naked and admire her entire naked form, but I can’t fathom stopping right now.

Finally, my eyes fall to the apex of her thighs, focusing on that beautiful spot between her legs that I’ve imagined and pleasured myself to for months.

She’s bare except for a perfect landing strip, her pussy and thighs glistening with her arousal. No matter how much she screamed when I used my belt, her wetness proves how turned on she was by the pain.

I smirk, suddenly famished, and look back up at her. She swallows thickly when she sees the ravenous expression on my face.

“As pretty as I knew you would be.”

She blushes deliciously and cum leaks from my dick in response. I’m painfully hard. If she doesn’t do something about it soon, I might explode on the spot. I settle back into my haunches, keeping my gaze trained on hers as I lean down towards her center, so that when my tongue first makes contact with her pussy, I’m staring deep into her eyes and taking in her reaction.

One soft swipe and she’s gripping the seat, arching her back and pushing her pussy into my face. Grinning, I go back in for seconds, this time finding her entrance and slowly licking up her folds until I reach her clit. Just before I touch the sensitive nub, I reverse and swipe back down to her entrance. She whimpers discontentedly at my lack of attention to her clit and her eyes close.

“Open your eyes and look at me. Keep looking at me or I stop. Nod if you understand.” She nods. “Good girl.”

When I dive back between her legs this time, it’s no longer soft or exploratory. I devour her, lapping aggressively but skillfully at her folds. Moving down to her entrance, I plunge my tongue into her opening, thrusting in and out until she’s panting and moaning my name.

She fights against the call to close her eyes and enjoy the ride, surprising me by doing what I asked and keeping them on me instead. I groan happily in response, tightening my hands around her thighs and pulling her partially off the seat so I have better access to her pussy.

She gasps, surprised, her hands clutching desperately for purchase but she doesn’t need it because I’ve got her. I reach for her tits with one hand, squeezing them then pinching her taut nipples. With the other I finally give some attention to her clit, glancing over the sensitive skin only just enough to drive her wild but not to give her relief.

Her legs are over my shoulders, her thighs clamping my head and her knees crossed at my back to pull me deeper into her pussy. I’m thrusting in and out with my tongue, feeling her muscles tightening, desperately searching for relief. I lick up her juices as they come out of her, not missing a drop of it like I did with her tears.

The way she’s arching into me, trying to get more, harder, deeper, confirms everything I already knew about her. She’s a wanton temptress, refreshingly unrehearsed yet absolutely lethal in her seduction. I’ve never felt so fucking turned on eating anyone out, ever.

No words are spoken between us, so focused as I am on her pussy and so overwhelmed as she is by her pleasure that the only sounds around us are those of my tongue playing through her wetness. I could stand up right now with her dangling by her knees from my shoulders and I know she’d just hang there, letting me do what I want to her.

Tess’s eyes are hooded and hazed over, unseeing but dutifully locked on mine and I don’t know who’s in control here because if she asked me for anything right now, I’d give it to her.

Her moans get progressively louder, alternating with frustrated whimpers as she searches for a climax that’s both on the brink of being explosive and just out of reach. When I feel her legs start to shake, I pull my tongue out of her pussy, lick her clit once and blow a breath on it.

She freezes, her entire body racking over with shivers. I wait, then close my lips around her oversensitized clit and suck it into my mouth.

Tess screams, her hand flying down to my head. She fists my hair as if to keep me from moving away and starts to ride my face as the orgasm hits her.

“Oh, my…I’m–I’m…Oh,god.”

Her eyes roll back into her head as she’s blasted to the highest level of pleasure. Her muscles tense and she trembles violently. Her hips push up and into my mouth, asking for more, and I keep suckling until she screams even louder, unbelievably turned on by the way she combusts, then falls apart. She doesn’t hold back in any way, she just lets herself go completely.

When I sense her on the other side of her orgasm, I release her clit and she goes limp. Pushing up onto my elbows, I sink them on the seat on either side of her and drape my body over hers, finding her mouth and kissing her. I want her to taste herself, more precisely to taste what I do to her. Cupping the back of her neck, I angle her head and deepen the kiss.

She doesn’t push me away but she doesn’t kiss me back.

Not at first.

But then her tongue darts hesitantly across my lips. She moans softly and goes back for another taste and a third until she’s meeting me stroke for stroke.

My cock is pressed against her lower stomach and I know she can feel it throbbing, desperate for his own introduction to my addiction.

Pulling back, I give her a dark, possessive look and palm the blade at my ankle.

“Remember the night we officially met, when I caught you snooping on cartel business?”

“I wasn’t snooping.”

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