Page 155 of The Devil We Know

“Tell me what you want, sugar.”

“I want your cock.”

“Want it where?”

“In my pussy. In my mouth. Anywhere. Everywhere.”

I smile, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, pushing my boxers down enough to free my cock. I consider moving around the front, shoving my cock down her throat. But one glance at her glistening pussy changes my mind.

I dribble lube along my cock, cap the bottle, then toss it on the desk. I rub the tip of my dick along her pussy, tapping her clit a few times before shoving inside a few inches. I slide in a little more, pushing against the toy in her ass, enjoying her choked sounds of pleasure.

I slide in all the way until my pelvis is pushed up against her ass cheeks, then I pull out, shoving in sharply and enjoying the slap of my balls against her clit.

Reaching my hand around her front, I press my slick fingers against her swollen clit, thrusting in and out of her slowly, methodically, as my fingers stroke and pinch her sensitive flesh.

I work her up to a frenzy and then immediately withdraw, taking great pleasure in her frustration. I do it again and again until she's a sweating, drooling mess bent over her desk.

And then I stand there stroking my dick, watching her as she curses me.

She's on a roll, calling me every name in the book, a rather vicious verbal attack if I do say so. Nonchalantly, I stroll up to the front of the desk, pulling the quick release on one of her wrists before grabbing her by the hair at the nape of her neck, my other hand gripping her chin. “I think that's just about enough of that.”

She opens her mouth, likely to send another volley of insults at me, but I take this for the opportunity it is, pushing the tip of my dick between her lips.

I shove in all the way to the back of her throat, cutting off her air and her words, knowing that with one of her hands free, she can stop me at any time.

Her hand touches my hip, and I pause, waiting to see what she'll do. When she doesn't pinch me, I continue.

I don't go easy on her. I shove into her throat over and over, intermittently remaining pushed inside until she chokes and gags around me. Then I pull out, allowing her to take one gasping inhalation, drool flying everywhere, before thrusting back in, over and over again.

Tears and mascara streak her face, and the warmth in my chest explodes. Knowing I'm the only one she'll take it from. Knowing she becomes this needy, desperate version of herself only for me.

Just like she's the only one who gets the good boy in me.

I slide back into her throat, pushing deep until I feel her hand on my hip again. I consider waiting, consider forcing her to give up. But then, at the last second, I pull out and step away from her.

Her head hangs down, drool, snot, and tears falling on the floor, and I smile in satisfaction. Then I move to the wrist that's still bound, pulling the quick release.

I walk around the desk, bending and releasing her ankles from the restraints and bar. Then I stroke my hands up her back,moving to her shoulders as I urge her to sit up. She does so slowly, using her hands on the desk to push herself upward until she's standing precariously.

I scoop her up into my arms and walk around the desk. She says, “What are you doing?”

“Taking care of you.”

She stiffens in my arms, pushing against my chest halfheartedly. “But I want—”

“Don't worry, sugar,” I interrupt in a soothing tone. “You will.”

She smiles tiredly, relaxing into my arms as I walk across the room to the sitting area.

I move to set her on the sofa, but she wraps her arms around my neck and shakes her head. Smiling fondly, knowing exactly what she wants, I instead bypass the sofa, moving to the chair in the corner where I fall back into it with her in my lap.

She lies there for a moment, cuddled close, and I wish I had taken the time to remove my shirt.

As if she can read my mind, she moves back, yanking at my dress shirt, so I sit up, unbuttoning the top two buttons, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the side.

She comes back close, rubbing her cheek against the skin of my pectoral muscle, and I wrap my arms around her, my hand resting on the curve of her ass. I give her a moment to relax and then slide my hand over, my middle finger tap, tap, tapping the toy still in her ass.

She moans a quiet gasp of pleasure and then squirms.

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