Page 156 of The Devil We Know

I move both my hands to her hips, nudging her until she sits up, shifting around so she's straddling me. She moves off enough to yank my clothes out of the way and grips my dick in one hand, lining herself up and sinking down slowly.

I inhale sharply, pressing my hips up, enjoying her clinging walls gripping me tightly. She sits fully, rocking her hips so she'srubbing her clit against my pubic bone. I move both of my hands to her ass, playing with the butt plug as she rocks over me.

Her hands move to my shoulders, and she straightens, expanding her range of motion to slide and down a few inches. One of her hands starts to slide down my chest, but knowing what she's going to do, I move one of my hands between us, my fingers stroking her clit, pinching and teasing as she rides me.

She smiles, her head falling back on a moan, and I rest my head on the back of the chair, my eyes closing as I focus on the feel of her, the sounds she's making, and the smell of her.

“Look at me.”

My eyes open immediately at her words, meeting hers, normally a soft green, now darkened by desire. Her hands move to the hair at the back of my head, tugging gently before moving around to cup my cheeks. She leans in, feathering a kiss on my lips, then kissing a line down along my jaw to my neck, where she sinks her teeth in.

I shudder, my hips bucking up erratically, and she leans in closer, trapping my hand between us. She grinds against me, my dick pushed all the way inside her, her clit rubbing against my knuckles.

She works her way back up until she's at my lips again, and her hands move down to my neck, feathering lightly and then stroking more firmly. Pleasure overflows in me, and I know I'm done for, so I grit out, “Do it. Fucking choke me already.”

Her lips curve up. Her eyes are feral as her hands slide back so her fingertips grip the back of my neck, her thumbs squeezing the sides and along my throat. She leans in, and the grip strength exercises she's been doing are obviously paying off as she immediately restricts my breath and blood flow.

I choke and gasp on a broken sob, my hips pumping up into her rapidly, my hands gripping her, pulling her into me as I shove up inside. She grinds against me, losing all rhythm as shepresses her lips against mine, eating the choked noises falling from my lips.

She pulls back slightly. “Look at me. Fucking look at me.”

My eyes open halfway, and I stare up at her, a half-choked sob falling from my mouth into hers. She tilts her head back briefly then her head rolls forward and her eyes meet mine again, “That's right. Come for me. Give me my prize.”

My grip on her ass tightens, and I shift so my foot is braced on the floor, using the leverage to rod up inside her like a fucking animal. She sobs with pleasure, her body shaking as she starts to come apart.

White hot euphoria shoots down my spine, right into my balls. My dick throbs and pulses in her pussy, erupting inside her as the pressure reaches a peak and shatters, just as her hands suddenly release my neck. I take in a loud, ragged breath, and pleasure boomerangs inside me. I can't tell if I come again or I'm just still coming.

I thrust up into her until her sobs ebb, and she's a boneless, quivering mess in my lap. She leans heavily against my chest, her hands tucked between us. I stop moving, relaxing into the chair, my arms coming up and wrapping around her snugly. I press my head against the back of the chair, craning around to look at her face, and then I mirror the small smile on her lips, the sigh that falls between us.

We remain like that, pressed tightly against each other, as that gentle silence echoes around us.

After a while, she stirs in my arms, and they tighten, my head falling forward so I can press a kiss against her forehead. “Not yet. Just stay.”

She settles immediately and then giggles quietly as the mess between us increases. I ignore it completely, unconcerned while also grateful for the shower in her en-suite bathroom.

More time passes, both of us quietly lost in our own thoughts, but then she shifts again, rolling back so she can look up at me. “What do we do now?”

It's a question we've both asked many times over the last few weeks. While things have started to change, I have come to accept that none of this will ever be easy. And I don't mean our relationship; I mean this whole new dynamic within our extended family.

In the beginning, we all attempted to pretend that things weren't different, that the void in the room had no bearing on our everyday existence. But it didn't take us long to realize this exact mentality was what was destroying us all.

So, we've been working to change our mindset, adjusting our goals, putting in place new processes and procedures in the hopes that we'll be better prepared in the future for whatever may be thrown our way.

Jessica pushes her finger into my chest, getting my attention, and when I meet her gaze, she says, “Have you heard from Kaian lately?”

I laugh and nod. “Yeah. Apparently, Cami is giving him a hard time.”

Her eyes widen comically, and she giggles. “Well, that sounds like a good time.”

I laugh and nod because I would love to be a fly on the wall for when those two are forced into facing their real feelings for each other.

“I'm sure when she gets back from whatever weird assignment she's on, we'll find out exactly how entertaining it's going to be.”

She laughs again and then falls silent, cuddling back into me, and then her breath catches, and I squeeze her even more tightly. “What is it?”

She presses her hand against my chest, her fingers flexing rhythmically. “Do you feel that?”

“Feel what?”

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