Page 24 of Devour

An overwhelming primal need to claim her takes hold of me. To fuck her so thoroughly that she’ll be ruined for anyone else. I don’t want to only mark her skin but her soul. I warned her of this. I told her I never lose, and it wasn’t just being cocky. Facts. I’ll stop at nothing to win, and tonight, she’s the prize. I’ve captured her, and now she’ll be devoured by me.

I take hold of her wrists and pin them above her head. “Caught you, Little She-Wolf.”

Her voice is husky and breathless. “She-wolf?”

I shift so that only one hand grips both her wrists, allowing me to trace along her delicate jaw with the back of my otherhand. “Yes. And now, you’re mine.” My hips press harder against her, pinning her against me and the ground.

“We’re really going to do this here?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely. You were the one putting on a stiff exterior and then demanding to have me for the night.” Her eyes darken and it only adds to my excitement. In a hushed tone I tell her, “You have such a gorgeous body. I can’t wait to defile it. You wanted a night of sin with your fiancé, remember?” Her eyes flutter closed so I wrap my hand around her neck. “Look at me,” I demand. “I plan to have you trembling under my tongue. You’re going to spread your legs for me. I’m going to eat you up. Then you’ll take my dick. You’re going to be my greedy little whore, aren’t you?”

“I thought I was your fiancée?” she forces the words out as I tighten my grip on her throat.

“Fiancée. Whore. The point is your fucking mine. I’m going to fuck you like a whore now, and then later I’ll worship your body like a good fiancée.”

I press my erection firmly against her clit and she moans loudly. Gripping her leggings with one hand, I roughly jerk them down. She tries to tighten her thighs and jerks her body around beneath me. I was worried for nothing. She still has plenty of fight left. I reach between her legs and pinch her clit. The sweetest cry releases from her plump red lips. It’s a damn good thing nobody can hear her. These sounds are only for me.

I slide my fingers down and inside her. “You’re dripping all over me.” Her hips rotate for more. Mindlessly begging me for more friction. I’m torn between making her suffer or giving in to her sweet little cries. “Are you going to come for me? I’m ready to lick your orgasm off my fingers and then off your pussy.”

Once my thumb presses against her clit, she erupts. Her back arches and her pussy pulses around my fingers. “That’s a good girl.” I place a kiss on the tip of her nose. When I pull back, thesweetest little smile tugs at her lips. A tight ache settles in my chest at the sight. A low groan of approval rumbles in my chest. I slide down to her neck as I gather the hem of her hoodie in my fists. “This needs to be removed.”

Once she’s completely nude lying on the grass beneath me, I spread her thighs apart and place her legs on my shoulders. I flick my tongue over her clit. Her hips buck, but I hold them hostage in my grip. She hums in frustration so I do it again. Another strangled cry. “You’ve been using that smart mouth all day, Little She-Wolf. Even to the point of being bossy from the moment you got in my car to telling a room full of men that you want my dick. Don’t hold back now.”

“I – I don’t even know,” she whispers.

“Bullshit.” I take her clit between my teeth and she cries out. “What do you want from me?”

“I want you to devour me!”

Damn right she does. Satisfied with her finally admitting her desire for me, I plunge my tongue between her legs. I suck, nibble, taste, and fuck her pussy with my mouth. All the while, Maeve moans and shudders under my touch. Her orgasm snaps my last shred of control. I can’t get my painfully hard cock out fast enough.

Her legs are limp on my shoulders. In fact, I think her whole body has turned liquid on the ground. Poor thing. She has no clue what’s about to happen. I take my dick in my hand and line it up with her perfect pussy. In one swift movement, I slam into her. I hold her in a merciless grip as her pussy tightens around me. My mouth falls down on hers to swallow all the little sounds of her pleasure. Her hands hold my shoulder for support as I thrust deep and hard inside her. I’m sure the ground isn’t doing her back any favors. But she doesn’t tell me to stop or complain, only holds on tighter and joins me in chasing our pleasure. I pound her in an animalistic frenzy. But she meets me with eachthrust. I can’t get enough. No matter how tight I hold her to me, no matter how deep I insert myself, or how many kisses I take from her – I can’t get enough. The way she’s become so intoxicating to me in such a short amount of time is fucking terrifying.

My orgasm is so violent that a roar rips from my throat and my legs become unsteady. I empty myself inside her. Enjoying the feel of the mess we’re making between her thighs. Only then does the thought occur to me that we didn’t use a condom. I always practice safe sex. She’s completely unraveled me.

Maeve’s eyes widen and her mouth drops open. “Shit! Shit! Shit! We didn’t use protection. Am I going to get an STD? Pregnant? No, no, no, no.”

I’m taken aback with her insults. Still inside her with a now deflating dick, I hover over her as I speak. “One, I’m clean, and two, we’ll go get you a pill. But might I just say most women would be relishing this moment and over the moon at the prospect of getting impregnated by me.”

“Are you fucking serious?” She laughs.

Laughs!No man ever wants a woman laughing while his dick is out. We were having such a nice time. My dick isn’t hardening but my face is. Her laughter immediately ceases. “Let’s go inside and get you cleaned up.”

I stand and then extend my hand to help her up. Her legs wobble and that adds a little gratification to my bruised ego. She quietly and quickly gets dressed.

“Hey, that was fun,” she tells me.

“Being your fiancé isn’t going to be such a hardship, I guess.”

She clicks her tongue and trails a finger along my jaw. “That was just a taste. Your work isn’t done, yet.”

And just like that, I forgive her.

Thirteen

Maeve

Aday ago I thought I was a rational person. Turns out, I’m not. Worse, I’m swan-diving off the deep end into insanity. Why else would I have allowed a man - who was a stranger to me eight hours ago - to have me spread eagle on the grass out in the open as he railed me to his heart’s content.

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