Page 68 of The Devil's Wrath

His filthy words were my undoing. With a hoarse cry, I shattered,my back bowing off the table. He continued to lap at my sensitive flesh as I floated down from my high.

“You taste fucking incredible,” he growled, licking his lips. He slowly withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean. I whimpered at the erotic display, already aching for more despite the powerful orgasm still echoing through my body.

He leaned down to kiss me, and I could taste myself on his tongue. It only made me want him more. I sat up slowly, still feeling a bit dazed. He stood, his arousal straining against the fabric of his sweatpants, and all I could think was,thank the good lord for whoever invented gray sweatpants.

I reached for him, tugging at his waistband. “These need to come off. It’s only fair since I’m already naked.”

He grinned, stepping back to slide them down his muscular legs. His erection was free, and my mouth watered at the sight. Grabbing my hips, he yanked me to the very edge of the table, and with one smooth thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.

“Theo,” I cried out, my head falling back as he began to move. He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against mine, driving into me over and over. The table creaked beneath us, dishes clattering to the floor, but I couldn’t care less. All that mattered was the exquisite friction of his thick length stroking my inner walls. Moans and the sharp slap of flesh against flesh filled the air. I braced my hands on the edge of the table, holding on for dear life as he ravaged my body so deliciously.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” he grunted, his fingers digging into my hips.

I reached up to grip his shoulders, my nails piercing his skin as I met each powerful thrust. “Harder,” I panted. “Fuck me harder.”

A feral growl tore from his throat as he complied, grabbing my legs and throwing them over his shoulders, the new angle allowing him to plunge even deeper. I was so close to coming when his phone rang. He ignored it, but then it rang again.

“Ignore it,” I gasped. “Don’t you dare stop!”

But the insistent ringing continued. With a frustrated growl, hereached for his phone on the counter, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm.

He glanced at the screen and frowned. “Fuck. It’s Archer,” he grunted. “I have to take this.”

I whimpered in protest as he slowed his thrusts, answering the call with a terse, “Hello?” He listened for a moment, his jaw clenching.

But I didn’t let him stop.

I wrapped my legs around him, urging him to keep moving. His eyes darkened as I clenched around him, a silent plea to finish what we’d started. He covered the phone’s mic and whispered hoarsely, “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

Still holding the phone to his ear, he resumed his deep, hard thrusts. I bit my lip to stifle my moans, not wanting Archer to hear me.

“Yeah, I understand,” he said into the phone, his voice strained.

I grinned wickedly up at him, loving my effect on his self-control. I tightened my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. His eyes flashed with heat, and I could tell he struggled to focus on the call.

“Yeah, I’m here,” he said into the phone, fighting to keep his voice steady as I continued to rock against him.

I heard Archer’s muffled voice on the other end but couldn’t make out the words. Whatever he was saying, it made Theo’s frown deepen.

“Now? Can’t it wait . . .?” He broke off with a muffled groan. “I’m kind of in the middle of something,” he ground out, pinning me with a heated glare that only served to turn me on more.

I continued my sensual assault, undulating my hips in slow, torturous movements.

“Uh-huh, got it,” he managed, though his breathing was becoming more labored by the second. “No, yeah. I appreciate it. Truly.”

I could tell he was nearing his limit, his thrusts growing more erratic as he tried to focus on the call. Archer’s voice droned on, oblivious to the erotic battle of wills happening on our end.

Theo gritted his teeth, his face a mask of strained concentration as he struggled to hold back his impending climax. Determined to push him over the edge, I reached between our bodies and rubbed my clit in tight circles, my inner walls clenching around him rhythmically. Hiseyes widened, and he made a choked sound, quickly covering it with a cough.

With a final, sharp thrust, his control shattered. He let out a strangled groan, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself deep inside me. I followed him over the edge, and he pressed his free hand over my mouth to silence my cries.

“I’ll . . . I’ll call you later,” he gritted out before ending the call and tossing his phone aside.

He collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

I couldn’t help but giggle, giddy with the thrill of what we’d just done. “I can’t believe you just had a whole ass conversation while fucking me.”

He lifted his head, amusement painted on his face. “You’re a menace, you know that? I’m pretty sure he knew exactly what was going on.”

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