Page 121 of Devil Mine

My hands grab her cheeks, using them to guide her deeply down on my length. I’m obsessed with her ass. Gripping and parting it now as I fuck her leads to new lewd fantasies. There’s one final little hole that I need to make mine, but not now. She’s not ready.

Tess takes a page out of my book and tears the top buttons of my dress shirt. When she rakes her nails down my chest, my abdomen tightens and she feels it.

“You’re fucking incredible,” I moan gutturally. “I’m going to come so hard.”

Her pace increases, her hips slamming down on mine dementedly. I hiss when she squeezes her pussy and she hears it. Encouraged by my reaction, she squeezes again and again, tightening around my cock like a vise and pulling me towards an explosive orgasm.

Sensing that I’m close, she tilts her face up into my neck and sucks my pulse point into her mouth, then grinds her pelvis down on me, taking me impossibly deep.

White-hot stars of pleasure shoot into my eyes and I come with a loud roar. Greedy hands keep her speared on my dick the entire time I climax, making sure every drop of cum shoots into her tight pussy. She shatters noisily, her muscles fluttering enthusiastically around me as we come together.

We stay like that for a long time, with her laying on my chest and my arm wrapped around her lower back, holding her to me. My cock is still hard and remains so the longer it stays in her pussy.

She giggles softly and I look down at her in question. “Having sex in my office has always been one of my biggest fantasies,” she explains.

A displeased rumble rolls up my chest. I palm the side of her throat in warning.

“Tell me I’m the only man to have made your fantasy come true before I burn your office down.”

She laughs easily, unfazed by my jealousy. “Of course, I wouldn’t do that with just anyone.”

“Only with your husband.” My tone is distinctively satisfied when I answer, my hand squeezing her neck possessively.

“Only with my husband,” she agrees, calming the territorial devil inside me. “It was on my bucket list.”

“I didn’t realize this was adirtybucket list.”

She giggles softly. “Some items are naughty, some are nice.”

I groan, tightening my grip in response. After a few moments of comfortable silence, I add, “I missed you today.”

Tess sits up on my lap, whimpering softly when she accidentally pushes my cock further inside her. I hiss in a breath myself at how sensitive it is.

“Is that why you came here?”

I shake my head and her face falls slightly. She masks it away but not before it sends a pang to my stomach. Her every facial expression has me in a lethal chokehold and I’m not sure she even knows it.

Missing her is my baseline state of being when she’s not around. It would have been enough to bring me here even without the other, more pressing reason – I couldn’t spend another day without publicly claiming her.

“I came because I had to give you something and I didn’t have the patience to wait until you came home to do it,” I say, reaching deep into my pocket and stretching my palm out between us.

Looking down, her brows furrow briefly in confusion before smoothing and raising in surprise. Her eyes flick up to mine, wide and open.

“Is that–”

“A wedding ring.”

Taking her left hand in mine, I remove the diamond and slide the gold band down her slender finger. Her lips part as she then watches me push her engagement ring back into place. I keep her hand clasped in mine, tattoos contrasting with pale skin, as she looks down at it quietly. Her eyes lift up to mine with an unasked question in them.

“You’re my wife, not my fiancée. Wives wear two rings.” I reach up to wrap her throat in my hand, smirking at her. “More if you keep sucking my cock like you just did. I’ll buy you diamonds for every finger.”

Blushing, she tips her chin at me. “What about you?”

A crooked grin touches my lips. I was hoping she’d ask. Digging into my pocket again, I pull out a matching ring for me and show it to her.

“Wait,” she exclaims, stopping me when I try to put it on. “What are you doing? You can’t put that on yourself.”

Tess clasps my hand in hers and takes the ring from me with the other. I watch, transfixed, as she slips the band slowly on my fourth finger, all the way down until it slips into place with decided finality. It feels a lot more intimate than our actual roughshod wedding, not because I’m still buried deep inside her, but because I’m not forcing her this time.

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