Page 41 of Devilry

Confusion.

Snap.

Control.

Snap.

Restraint

Snap.

“Cole,” I groan as I give myself to him and empty my load into his mouth. My body weakens, sagging onto the desk as he enthusiastically licks and sucks every drop of my come.

Lazily, my eyes open and look down at the beautiful man who, even on his knees, has the most commanding presence of anyone I’ve ever met.

Eventually, Cole loosens his grip and begins to slide his mouth off me. He works his gaze up my body, his lips wet and sticky, his hooded eyes dancing with want and satisfaction.

My gaze drifts down to his stiff, angry, and abandoned cock, and it takes less than a second for me to decide on how I want this to end. I push myself off the edge of the desk and swiftly pull my pants up, tucking myself in as quickly as I can.

Sinking to my knees, I mirror his posture and look at him expectantly.

Understanding, he shakes his head. “I’m so fucking hard even I can’t touch myself right now.”

“I want to know what you taste like,” I state simply.

“I won’t last if you put your mouth on me.”

“You don’t need to last,” I reassure him. “Just fill me up. Please.”

“Fuck,” he groans. He cups the nape of my neck and smashes his mouth to mine. Tasting myself on him stokes the small fire within, building it up ever so slowly. I suck on his tongue, enjoying how new, different, and sexy this feels.

He pulls back and peers at me. “How do you do that?”

I look at him, clueless.

“That,” he emphasizes. “You look so fucking innocent, but then you say the most erotic things and I want to do to them all. Fulfill all your fantasies. I want to shove my dick so far down your fucking throat I can hear you choke on it.”

My cock stirs underneath my pants, my recent orgasm evidently forgotten. Thickening. Lengthening. Reacting to the aggression in his desire.

His observation is right, and while a part of me is just as surprised by my boldness, I don't need to dissect it. In some way I knew it would always be like this. This is what my father meant when he said the devil is disguised as your deepest desire, and the second I let myself cross that line, there’s no turning back.

I should’ve known it would be like making up for lost time.

Greedy.

Thirsty.

Wanton.

I want everything he’s threatened me with. His dick. His come. I want to choke on his hard length and then let him taste himself on me.

I want, and I want, and I want.

But the question is, how much will I let myself take?

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Cole

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