Page 121 of Deviant

Either she’s a very convincing liar or there’s some truth to her words. Again, I shrug the irksome feeling away, preferringto hate fuck her than call what we are about to do by its rightful name—surrender.

Unwilling to be captivated by her beautiful face, gazing at me as if I’ve hung the stars and moon just for her, I crawl down her body until I reach her apex and am met by a pair of white panties, a little wet spot already at its center. My fingers rip them off her, coaxing Rowen to gasp in surprise.

Ah, sweetheart, I haven’t even started yet.

I smile to myself as I lean down and take a whiff of her arousing scent, the sight of her pretty pink pussy instantly making my mouth water.

This…

This is what I wanted the other night in the alley and didn’t allow myself to have. I wanted to frighten her. To tease her and degrade her. That couldn’t happen if I willingly went to my knees to eat her pussy, now could it? She’d have all the control then, and that would defeat the purpose.

But tonight, she has handed me all the control, allowing me to take all the time I need to enjoy what her sweet body has to offer. I crane my neck back just a bit so I can look at her face from above her mound, her hazel eyes holding onto that sparkle of desperation, hungry for my mouth to devour her. I grab her legs and wrap them around my neck, smirking when she tightens her hold on me.

I then place a hand on her flat stomach and order her to stay still.

She nods obediently, her shallow breaths coming out in spurts.

I leave her with a mischievous grin before my tongue takes its first lick. My eyelids close of their own accord, relishing her taste. She’s so fucking sweet… like a ripe peach, dripping with the most decadent nectar with just a hint of tartness.

Fuck, she tastes good.

I begin to run my tongue up and down her wet slit, the little moans that escape her spurring me on. Every lap tastes sweeter than the other, and before I know it, my head is completely submerged between her thighs, eating her out like my life depends on it. I take turns between my tongue sliding into her tight pussy and then purposely grazing my teeth over her sensitive clit. The contradiction in sensations drives her mad, so much so that I have to continuously use my hand to push down on her stomach to keep her from arching her back.

“Elias,” she moans, her fingers entwining through my hair, tugging at the strands every time I suck her clit into my mouth.

When she tries to lift her back off the sleeping bag again, I pull my mouth from her pussy and bite down hard into her thigh, my teeth breaking the skin.

“Oh, God!” she shouts, completely losing her mind.

I lick any trace of blood that my bite caused off her thigh, my cock feeling like it’s about to explode with the sight of my teeth marks on her flesh.

I forgo stopping to search for a condom, and instead pull down my boxers, my hard dick ready to ruin her. With her legs still hooked on my shoulders, I lick her juices off my lips and stare at her disheveled state. With the crown of my cock now kissing her entrance, I give her a second to tell me to put on a condom. To order me to. But when she doesn’t, looking adamant in being fucked raw, I lather her sweet cunt with the precum her boldness lured out of me.

“Remember… you’re the one who wanted this.”

Suddenly, she must remember the pain she felt the first time we fucked, and white knuckles the sleeping bag at her sides, preparing herself for the worst. I want nothing more than to just pound her tight pussy until she bleeds all over my cock, but restraint somehow persuades me to slowly sink into her, my back molars grinding so hard I’m surprised they don’t pop out. Iwatch as she visibly relaxes, no longer afraid of the pain I might cause her. She taps into whatever bravery she has and reaches out for me, placing her palms yet again over my bare chest.

Her concerns might have vanished, but mine seem to have just begun.

Fuck.

I’m being burned alive on all fronts. By her tight cunt and by her gentle touch.

One feels like it will end up blinding me with want, with how good it feels around my length, while the other brands me as hers, with every gentle trace of her fingertips on my tattoo.

“I won’t break,” she says after a couple of slow, languid strokes. “Don’t hold back, Elias. Not for me.”

“Who says that I am?” I snarl at her.

Her expression says I’m full of it, which I’ll admit, she’s right… I am.

Still, I keep my thrusts nice and slow, not taking the bait.

I’d love nothing more then to fuck her hard, to get so deep inside her that she forgets her own fucking name.

But there’s a danger in doing that…

A danger that I’m not yet willing to risk.

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