Page 54 of The Devil We Know

I moan, feeling a slight tremble in my legs, and when I say nothing, her eyes meet mine, and her hand strokes up from my belly, along my chest to my neck, where she brackets my throat, squeezing firmly. I whimper, a soft choking moan.

I shouldn’t be surprised at her actions. After all, Jessica knows my most intimate secrets, but I am surprised at the timing. “You don’t know what’s going to happen.”

Her laugh is bitter and hollow, and I see the determined look in her eye as she sneers, “Oh, I fucking know.”

“What do you mean you know?”

Her hand on my throat tightens, and what little blood I had left in my brain shoots south, and my cock twitches. Then she replies, “You seem to forget I spent a good number of years in this bullshit. All impressionable years where I listened when I wasn’t supposed to. And my mother, God rest her soul, was always very transparent with me on expectations and the atrocities of the life.”

She’s right. I had forgotten. Her being a part of all this being so new to me that it’s not something I would immediately think about.

So, I don’t hedge my words when I say, “So you know what they’re going to make me do to you?”

She nods, her free hand coming around and squeezing my ass, and she rubs against me with purpose. She says nothing, so I add, “And you’re okay with that? You’re going to be okay being a spectacle while I fuck you?”

She shrugs. “I’ll do what I have to do, just like I’ve always done.”

Her hand moves from my ass around to my front, gripping onto my dick, squeezing. I thrust into her grip, my hands gliding up her back and over her shoulders, gripping each side of her head. I force her to look at me. “No matter what happens, you know I’d never hurt you.”

She nods and whispers, “I know that. But let’s use what little time we have left to create a good memory.”

I frown, understanding what she means but uncertain if that’s even a good idea.

She doesn’t wait for me to reply, moving away and yanking me over to the wide bench that sits right outside the reach of the water. She pushes me down, and I ask again, “What are you doing?”

She pushes me back, so I’m sprawled across the bench, where she straddles my hips, rubbing her slick pussy along the hard length of my dick. She leans her upper body over, bracing herself on my shoulders as she says, “Taking what I want.”

I attempt to sit up, but her hands on my shoulders keep me down, so I say, “Wait. Let me—”

“No,” she interrupts. “I’ve been ‘letting people’ my whole life, and now, it’s my turn.” I frown up at her, and she smiles and then adds, “You told me months ago, don’t you remember?”

I certainly remember me and my big fucking mouth. But I just nod and then ask, “Tell me what you want.”

“Just be here with me. Let’s have this moment.”

Nodding, I relax beneath her, my hands moving to her hips as I whisper, “Anything. Anything you want.”

Her soft smile is back, and then she licks her fingers, raising her hips up and wiping her saliva between her legs and along my dick. She grasps me with the same hand, raising me up andrubbing the tip of me against her clit rhythmically before shifting so the head of my cock is pressed against her quivering cunt.

My fingers flex on her hips, and I’m trembling as I allow her to take what she wants at whatever pace she chooses.

It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to shove up inside, to wrap my arm around her hips and fuck her into oblivion. To flip us over so she’s pressed into the floor with me rutting into her like the feral beast I am.

I shake that image from my head, refocusing on her as she takes me inside slowly, inch by inch until I’m pushed up inside of her as far as I can go.

She pauses like that, fully seated, taking every inch of me, her eyes boring into mine, and then she whispers, “Touch me.”

I stroke my hands from her hips up her sides and around the front of her to her breasts. I glide my fingertips along the underside before cupping them in my palms, feeling the full, heavy weight of them as my thumb and forefingers twist and tease her nipples.

The height of the bench is a perfect level for her to have her feet planted on the floor, and she uses this leverage to rhythmically bounce up and down, each downward motion grinding against my pubic bone, as she gasps and moans.

I release her breasts, sitting up and bracing an arm behind me as I ask, “What do you need? Tell me what you need.”

She doesn’t answer me in words, and I see the tension in her body. Her brow is furrowed, and her eyes are now squeezed shut in concentration as she rides me.

I wrap my free arm around her hips, leaning more of my weight back on my outstretched hand as I move one foot to the floor, pulling her in close as I thrust upward. Her breath catches in her throat, and her eyes open. She stares at me and gasps, “Yes. Right there.”

My dick throbs at her words, and I already feel the heat in my pelvis and at the base of my spine. I clench my teeth as I force myself to maintain control and not just empty inside her right now.

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