Page 68 of Cruel Devotion

My pussy was wet already, throbbing as blood flowed there. With every rub of Eli’s shirt over my naked chest, my nipples beaded that much more, so sensitive to the abrasive caress against his rock-hard wall of a chest. The hit of lust from my breasts connected directly with where I needed him to fill me with his thick cock.

“Distractme,” I begged.

He nodded, lifting his wet lips from mine as he backed me up to his bed. I’d never spent much time in his dorm room before, and now wasn’t the moment to scope it out, either. All that mattered was letting all of my senses be completely attuned to him.

The rough scrape of his callused hands as he caressed my back. Every stroke up of his hands had me arching into him, and every stroke down ended with his fingers brushing the waistband of my jeans and panties.

As we kissed and he backed me toward his bed, he reached around me to unzip my jeans. I tugged at his shirt, and he yanked that off. He shoved the rest of my clothes down, my jeans and arousal-soaked panties dropping toward the floor. It was a frantic, clumsy dance of getting naked, but it got us to his bed together. Not once did we stay apart for long. Kissing and groping, we tumbled together.

“Fuck me,” I told him, daring to be this much more demanding.

“You think you’re ready for me?” he asked, lying over me but slightly to the side as he lowered his hand between my legs. “You think you’re wet enough to take me?”

I nodded, staring at him and wishing he’d hurry.

He didn’t.

After roughly stroking his fingers up and down my slippery entrance, he smacked my pussy. Bringing his fingers down on my entrance, he spanked my mound.

I cried out, so sensitive there for him already. The slaps stung, but the following pleasure pushed me closer to coming. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned, arching into his touch.

“You think you can take it?” he said, almost taunting me wickedly as he pushed me close to my limit of pain.

“I want to. I want you, Eli.”

And I wanted the pain.

I didn’t need anything delicate or sweet.

Nothing about my life had been rosy or gentle. I hardened my heart to the cruelties of the world a long time ago. But it took Eli’s firm and rough touch to make me crack and splinter with pleasure now.

He knew.

He got me.

We’d both suffered so much. He’d been unloved and I’d been bullied.

The second he slammed his long cock into me in one long, steady thrust, we were together not in suffering or pain, but in pleasure.

“You take it,” he said, heaving hard breaths as he started an unforgiving rhythm, deep into me, rearing back, and stuffing me fully over and over again.

I nodded weakly, too lost to desire to think or speak. I was almost there, almost falling off the edge of the pinnacle.

“You take it all for me, Haley,” he growled. “And I will be here for you?—”

I cried out again, louder, as he lowered his fingers to my clit and rubbed hard until I came harder than ever before.

“You and me,” he vowed, thrusting into me twice more until he roared his climax. Deep inside me, he jerked and twitched, flooding my womb with his hot cum.

Waves of pleasure rocked through me, making me shiver and tremble within his arms. Beneath the steady weight of his hard body over me, I closed my eyes and relished the relief of coming with him so profoundly.

I’d done it.

I distracted him, all right.

He’d distracted me too.

And as his breath slowed and he eventually fell asleep next to me, I smiled and gave in to the need to leave this all for another day.

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