Page 83 of Devil Mine

Wait for him to hopefully touch me.

The hum that comes from deep within his chest tells me he approves.

“Lift up your skirt.”

I grab the hem and shimmy it up my thighs, shaking my hips to make the tight fabric go over my cheeks.

“You like my attitude,” I argue defiantly.

His eyes are stuck on my backside, unblinking. “What was that?”

I bunch my skirt around my waist, revealing my ass in a pair of cheeky lace undies.

“Youlikemy attitude,” I repeat, the note of defiance louder this time.

A sharp slap lands swiftly on my cheek, connecting with one of the still healing welts, and I yelp.

“I do,” he purrs. Thiago’s face comes, his mouth hovering over my ear. “Are you trying to use that pretty mouth to provoke me into fucking you?” I hear the smirk in his voice, the cocky bastard. “Is that what you’re hoping will happen?”

There’s a sound of a buckle opening, followed by a zipper coming down. My stomach flips. Another hard slap falls on my cheek, making me cry out.

“Answer me.”

“No.”

“That’s too bad,” he rumbles disappointedly. Another slap. The sting radiates through my cheek. “Because I’m dying to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.”

And then I feel his length pressing against my ass. I’m panting, my breaths coming in ragged, excited exhales.

Thiago carefully fingers the line of my panties on my cheek, driving me wildly impatient, until a finger curls under the fabric and he lifts it. I feel him push his cock into the opening, then remove his finger so that he’s held snugly against my ass by my lace underwear.

He grabs my waist with both hands and repositions himself until his chest is glued against my back. The move shifts his cock and it slips between the cheeks of my ass, slotting in perfectly like a key sliding into a lock. He groans loudly, the rough, guttural sound hitting my ear and raising goosebumps all over my skin.

“Hands together above your head,” he orders. When I do as he asks, he grabs my wrists with one hand and cuffs the back of my neck with the other, pressing me even more firmly against the wall.

And then he starts moving. He rocks his hips, splitting my cheeks with every back and forth movement, my panties keeping his dick in place. The sensation of his thick cock pumping obscenely between the lobes of my ass and forcing my cheeks to part has my eyes rolling back into my head. Desire coils hot and needy in my belly.

“Ask me,” he grunts.

His thrusts are rough and fast, his quest for pleasure mindless. This is purely selfish, purely for him. He uses my body to get himself off, uncaring of my own arousal, his groans turning more and more chaotic the faster he thrusts up between my cheeks. Still it feels like my blood is boiling in my veins.

He slaps my ass again when I don’t answer, the sting traveling down and straight to my clit. “Come on, ask me to fuck you,” he coaxes. “Ask me.”

Knowing just standing like this is enough to get him to act like a complete animal, one devoid of any humanity who ruts mindlessly against me to get off, makes me feel powerful and aroused beyond measure.

I shake my head weakly.

He snarls in response, using his hold on my nape to twist my neck to the side. The muscles of his stomach tighten and when he pauses at the top of a thrust, his mouth comes down onto the slope of my shoulder. He bares his teeth and drives them deeply into my throat, breaking the skin and staying locked there as his climax hits.

I scream at the pain of his bite, but he doesn’t let go. The suction of his mouth and the laps of his tongue offset the ache caused by his teeth. His entire body shudders as he comes endlessly, covering my entire ass and lower back in jets of his cum. His teeth are buried so deep inside my flesh, I’m sure the mark they’re going to leave will be permanent.

Finally, he releases my throat and wrists. He squeezes my reddened cheeks painfully then grabs my skirt where it’s still bunched at my waist and tugs it back down over my butt, trapping the mess of his cum on my ass and panties beneath it. He smooths a hand down my covered backside, ensuring the skirt sticks to the proof of his pleasure.

“Don’t clean up, I want you to wear this all day. Every time you feel my cum on your cheeks or sliding down your thighs, think about how you arched your back and shook your ass so your husband could get off.”

“I’m not—”

“Disobey me and I’ll do it again, except this time I’ll make you walk around this house naked with my cum dried on your lips, tits, and your ass.”

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