Page 74 of Devil Mine

“I’d never kill you, I think about you too much,” he admits almost offhandedly. My heart jolts in my chest and I wonder if he can feel it. His gentle caress turns proprietary and he palms my breasts, massaging the flesh roughly with calloused hands. He tweaks my nipple and I cry out sharply. “But I’ll chain you to my bed and keep you away from prying eyes. I’ll whip your ass and use this tight little body every day until you can’t take it anymore. I’ll make it so that you can’t live without me, so that the thought of divorcing me alone will kill you.”

I watch with wary, exhilarated eyes as he straightens on his knees and starts to unbutton his trousers.

“You have no idea how much I’ve waited for this moment. How I’ve imagined catching you and finally unwrapping you.” His zipper comes down, the metallic sound unbelievably erotic. “The ways in which I pictured taking you, each more depraved than the next. Each growing progressively more deranged with every passing day. And now I have your perfect body laid out before me, even more flawless than anything I dreamed of, and you’re making me hold back. Ask me to fuck you,amor, or know that I’ll have to satiate myself in a very different way.”

He pushes his trousers down around his ass, his cock bouncing free of his boxers and bobbing between us. My throat dries when I get my first look at him. He’s large and thick, his skin golden like the rest of him. A throbbing vein runs along the underside of his shaft, his tip curving slightly upwards. Saliva pools in my mouth at the sight of him. I can’t say I’ve ever thought a penis was pretty before, but his is an absolute turn on.

Swallowing thickly, I shake my head. A dark grin touches his lips when he sees the way I stare at his cock. He reaches into a compartment between the two rows of seats and pulls out a small bottle full of brown liquid. Opening it, he dumps the contents onto my chest.

I squeal when the cool liquid hits me, the smell of whiskey simultaneously assaulting my nostrils. He just poured a mini of Jack on my breasts.

“What are you doing?” I ask, tugging at my restraints.

He grips my hair and pulls my head up, positioning it so it rests angled against the door behind me, my chin touching my chest.

“Open your mouth.”

A violent shiver racks my body at his order and I find myself obeying. My lips part.

“Wider.”

Pre-cum glistens on his tip. He spits in his hand and starts stroking his length languidly, staring down at me as I do what he says. My pussy clenches at the dark look on his face.

“If I feel teeth, I’m fucking your ass raw,” he warns. “No amount of whiskey will make that easy for you to take.”

Before I can react, he pushes my breasts together with both hands and slides his hard cock into that dark passage. His tip comes out the other side and plunges into my mouth, catching me off guard. I gag loudly, unprepared for his size and the bite of alcohol that comes with it.

“Relax your throat,” he orders, pulling out then thrusting forward once more. I open wider and loosen those muscles. “Good girl.”

His grip on my breasts is rough, bruising almost, as he presses them together to create the tightest passage possible. He pumps through the valley slowly, paced thrusts that allow him to watch as his length travels from between my tits and straight into my mouth.

Every push of his cock past my lips is dizzying, the size of him combined with the strong, potent alcohol pushing me past my limits. My head spins, my breaths come in ragged, limited bursts and I think I’m going to pass out.

Only the sounds he’s making keep me from doing so. Unintelligible moans, corrupted sounds of pleasure, and dirty praise fall in garbled groans from his lips. He throws his head back in the throes of passion and I stare up at the way his Adam’s apple dances while his cock is halfway down my throat.

“This mouth,” he praises.

His own breaths come in pants ripped from deep within his chest and even though he’s got me tied up and is straddling me, I feel the power of this moment like a surge of adrenaline in my veins. He’s at my mercy now and he doesn’t even know it, so I stick out my tongue and suction my lips around his dick, suckling him deeper into my mouth with every one of his thrusts. Triumph burns in my belly when I see the answering violent shudder that racks through him. It’s darkly rewarding to see him as affected as I am.

His chin drops down, his blackened, demented eyes finding mine and taking stock of the fact that I’m in control. A crazed level of lust flashes through them and he releases my breasts. One hand wraps around my throat and the other splays against the window as he leans forward, hips hovering above my face now.

This new angle gives him unprecedented access to my mouth. He grins when he sees the way my eyes widen, and then he starts plowing into me. His thrusts reach so far down into my throat that they cut off my air supply and gag me.

He pounds into my mouth with rapid, vicious thrusts, enjoying the choking sounds falling from my lips.

“I said I wanted to come all over your tits, but I’m going to paint your tight little throat instead to thank it for all its hard work,” he growls.

Tears squeeze out from the corners of my eyes but I refuse to look away from him. Based on the sounds he’s continuing to make, I’m still in control and I won’t let him take that from me.

I hum around his length, sending vibrations running up his shaft. He bites out a curse and shoves in to the hilt, holding himself there. My mouth is stretched to beyond the point of pain, my lips one move away from splitting. I try to breathe through my nose, but there’s no oxygen.

“Do you like getting your mouth fucked by your husband?”

I shake my head once, forced to move his cock with my mouth, and he laughs.

“You look obscene.”

He pulls out. I rip in a desperate breath, mouth wide, and he uses the opportunity to plunge right back in. All nine inches make their way back down my bruised throat.

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