Page 140 of Devil Mine

My gaze tracks her like a hunter as he laughs. “You think I left those on? I’m quite attached to my staff these days. The last thing I need is you taking them out one by one on your way home because they might have watched you defile your wife. They’re off. Enjoy.”

I hang up and pocket my phone, advancing on Tess. My voice is rough as gravel when I speak.

“Lift up your dress.”

She grabs the hem of the tight material and starts shimmying it slowly up her hips, revealing the pink panties I saw earlier.

She keeps retreating, her eyes two pools of liquid lust.

Her back hits the wooden railing at the edge of the rooftop and she comes to a stop, tilting her chin up at me as I continue approaching.

I stop less than a foot away from her, the glow from the string lights casting a looming shadow of my body over hers. My hand reaches out and I trace two fingers slowly up her lace-covered slit. She trembles, her whole body racking with shivers.

“Is this my pussy?” I ask quietly.

She nods, the up and down movement of her chin frenzied.

“Words.”

“Yes,” she admits breathily.

Adding more pressure now, I move my hand higher and rub the tips of my fingers over her clit. The lacy fabric abrades harshly against her flesh, making her legs quiver.

“I could make you come just like this,” I note. My gaze lifts to hers. “Is that what you want?”

She shakes her head, her eyes still as wide as when I first turned on the plug.

“No.”

Even as she issues a denial, her back arches, pushing her pussy into my hand.

“What do you want?”

She moans, dropping her head back against the wooden panel behind her. Her eyes flutter close, delirious arousal leading to her total submission.

“Your mouth on me.”

“Where?”

Her hands come up to her chest and she cups her breasts through her dress, pushing them together.

“H-here.”

Her legs shake violently as the plug continues to buzz loudly inside her, stretching her forbidden hole.

“Show me my tits,” I ask hoarsely.

Her eyes open, the pupils blown wide. She fingers the left strap of her dress and pulls it down her shoulder, repeating the move again with the right. Then she grabs the front neckline with both hands and yanks it down. Her breasts spill out of her top, bare and unrestrained. She left her bra at home when she picked this dress, and I’ve never been happier about anything in my life.

Tess swallows thickly at the raw hunger that marks my face.

“Fucking perfect,” I whisper huskily. I lift my eyes back up to hers. “Put them in my mouth.”

Her lips part, her breaths turning threadbare. She reaches for the back of my neck once more and pulls me down towards her chest. When I’m inches from her tits, I look up at her expectantly.

“Ask me,” I demand.

“Put your mouth on me.”

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