Page 72 of Devilry

“Fuck,” he groans before falling back onto the couch. Gripping his erection, he moans with pained delight. “I’m so fucking hard right now.”

“My turn,” I order, my gaze flicking between his face and his crotch. His eyes glaze over, his tongue peeks out wetting his parted lips. “I know you heard me. Dick. Out.”

I watch his chest heave, inhaling deeply, exhaling loudly. Raising his hips, he pushes his clothes over his ass and down to his knees. Freeing his cock, it now rests on his stomach, deliciously hard and long.

Eyes on the prize, I tease him, stroking myself for both our pleasure. “Want this?” I taunt.

“You’re loving this aren’t you?”

Showing him just how much, I grip the waistband of his chinos and drag them down the length of his lean legs. Throwing them on the floor, I quickly make short work of my own pants and climb back over him.

Naked, I lean over to kiss him. He presses his palm to my chest. “Wait.”

Worried that my birthday suit is a little too much for him to handle, I cautiously pull back. Surprising me, he tugs his white shirt over his head and throws it to the floor.

Wow.

Whether it’s the words he gives me, or the clothes he’s taking off, every single layer is more beautiful than the one before. Wrapped up in porcelain, his body is lean but delicate. Sturdy, yet graceful. Every line, dip, and curve, showing off his perfectly sculpted exterior. His guard. His protection. His barrier between the world and his unblemished, sinless center.

My eyes continue to rake down his body, stopping at his strained erection. Beads of pre-come decorate his crown, his lechery on beautiful display.

Starting with his lips, I meld myself to him. Mouth to mouth. Skin to skin. Cock to cock.

He’s dissolving under my touch, his body languid, his muscles loose. Together we sink into the plush couch, our bodies close, my skin painted over his.

“You feel so fucking perfect underneath me,” I whisper against his lips. “I can feel your cock leaking on me.”

Elijah Williams ticks all my boxes, feeding my appetite, inserting himself in all my future fantasies. This gorgeous, irresistible, young man is slowly becoming everything I didn’t know I wanted, and everything I had no plans of letting go of.

Fingers skim down my spine. They ghost along my crease and work their way up the same way they came, and back again. Shivering under his touch, I deepen the kiss, trying to channel the wayward currents racing through my body.

I lick the inside of his mouth, tasting his want, filling his need. Firm hands grip my ass, guiding me up and down, setting our new pace.

Hesitation and caution no longer standing between us, I thrust my tongue further into his mouth, wanting unfettered access to him. Placing my hands on his shoulder, I push myself up enough that I’m staring down at him, our hips still connected.

Desperate and thirsty eyes look up at me before focusing back to where my slick shaft glides along his. Needing more friction, I wrap a tentative hand around us, squeezing us together and jerking us off.

His short breaths echo off the walls the faster my hand moves.

“You like watching?” I goad. “See how hard and messy we are.”

His dick jerks in my hand, answering me, and I lower my head to take his mouth with mine. Needing more, I breach his lips and suck on his tongue. I make my way across to his jaw and move down his neck, my mouth skating past his collarbone and stopping at his nipples.

Lightly, I graze my teeth over them before slowly licking and biting them. A soft moan escapes Elijah’s mouth as I blow hot air on his wet, frigid nipple. He arches as my tongue continues to tease him and my hand continues to stroke him.

“Let me see us, again,” he pants. “I want to watch us fuck your fist.”

The mention of an ‘us’ makes my dick ache in gratification.

As I lift myself off him, I steal one last kiss before allowing my eyes to dart to where we’re touching. Mesmerized by the action, Elijah adds his hand to mine around our shafts, our fingers grazing as we watch our dicks buck into our fists.

Fast and frenzied, we both move at a sloppy and manic pace. I rut against him, my heavy balls repeatedly pressing into his.

We’re a sight to behold, both of us in a trance. An unfiltered and explicit depiction of desire. I shift my gaze to him, quick enough to witness the way he’s losing control. His face is a mashup of agony and euphoria, and I revel in it. We’re both standing on the precipice of restraint; needing to let go, wanting to unload.

“Let go, baby,” I coax. “Make a mess for me.”

A beautiful whimper leaves his mouth at my instruction, his body trembling as he spills himself into our hands and onto his stomach. Chaotic but beautiful, my orgasm follows, adding an extra layer to the seductive picture.

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