Page 8 of The Devil We Know

His groan is guttural, his tongue peeking out and wetting his lips. I lean forward, my hands pressed into the mattress on both sides of his head, and put my breasts right in his face, silently begging for him to lick, suck, and bite my nipples.

His wet lips brush the very tip of my sensitive flesh. I gasp with pleasure and lean closer. “Please. Please.”

That’s all it takes. He opens his lips, closing them around my tight peak and sucking hard. Pulling back, his firm lips are replaced by the sharp edge of his teeth, and my gasp turns into a moan as my hips move urgently, my clit rubbing against his cock with intent.

He provides the same treatment to my other breast, using his lips, teeth, and tongue to tease me mercilessly. When I straighten, he attempts to sit up, his seeking mouth still intent on torturing me. My hand on his chest keeps him away, and he lies there, chest heaving, his eyes feral as he watches me.

I stroke my hands up his chest, my fingers touching along his collarbone. His breath catches, a low moan falling from his lips, so I do it again, my touch harder this time, more intent. His breath catches, his moan louder, and he shudders beneath me.

“Put your hands on my neck,” he gasps, his hands moving from my hips to my wrists, pulling my hands up until I’m bracketing his neck. He sighs, his eyes closing as I squeeze tentatively, then he smiles and adds, “Harder. You won’t hurt me.”

I tighten my hold, and he bucks his hips in response, the head of his dick sliding partway inside me. I gasp in response to the sudden intrusion.

But I fucking love it.

And I want more.

He attempts to pull back, but I lean into my hands, keeping him in place with the pressure on his neck. I rotate my hips, taking more of him inside me.

His eyes open, meeting mine, and I slide down, inch-by-inch, and we watch each other, unblinking, unflinching as I sit astride him, his cock speared all the way inside me.

I lean forward, my hands still encircling his throat, using the press of my forearms on his chest to balance as I brush my lips against his tentatively. He doesn’t move, allowing me a moment of exploration, but then my tongue brushes against his bottom lip, and he opens for me, his tongue flicking against mine teasingly.

A short laugh bursts out of me so suddenly I’m briefly frozen, and then he laughs, the sweet vibration sending a jolt of pleasure right to my pussy. I clench around him, his laugh quickly becoming a moan, so I press my lips firmly against his, my tongue sweeping in, drinking his sounds of pleasure like the lifeline it is.

He stops playing, his arms wrapping around me, holding me in place as he kisses me ravenously. I rock my hips, reveling in the slick stretch of him inside me. I press down firmly, grinding against him, stimulating my aching clit.

I set a fast rhythm, sliding up and down, my clit rubbing against him with each rotation of my hips. I’m panting, my hands still gripping his neck, ignoring the burn in my arms and lower back from the awkward angle as I feel the tension building rapidly.

I move faster, a sheen of sweat coating both of us, and his expression turns almost pained. His eyes squeeze shut as he gasps, “Oh, fuck, Jess. What are you doing?”

“Taking what I want,” I reply breathlessly.

A whimper falls from his lips, and I answer with a whimper of my own, my pussy clenching tighter in response, and then he ask, “Birth control? Are you safe?”

Recklessly, I ignore his words, wanting to forget anything and everything other than this moment. He stills beneath me, his eyes pleading as he waits for my response, so finally, I nod. Relief shines in his eyes, and then he growls, “Choke me harder.”

I tighten my grip, unsure exactly how best to do it and nervous I’m going to hurt him, but then his hands are over mine, and he’s turning my hands so I’m gripping the sides of his neck, my thumbs pressed in firmly. “Like this. Restrict the blood flow without injuring the windpipe.”

I nod, doing exactly as instructed, and his hips buck up sharply. His eyes are half-closed in pleasure, and suddenly, a sense of power rushes over me, fueling my need even further.

“Come inside me,” I command, my pace increasing until I’m undulating wildly. “Mark me. Mark all of me.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he responds, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he pumps up into me, hitting just right inside me, over and over, my clit rubbing against his pubic bone, just so. Then, he adds, “I’m gonna fucking come. Oh, yeah. I’m gonna come.”

The pleasure pulses inside me, cresting and overflowing.

Matt curses, and I squeeze his neck, my fingers digging into his carotid on both sides. His words cut off incoherently as he tenses beneath me, his cock pulsing rhythmically, the sounds of our pleasure echoing around us.

Slowing my movements, I release my grip on his neck, watching in awe as the white marks quickly redden. I smile, warmth rushing over me at the sign of ownership.

His throat clearing jars me from my thoughts, and I glance up at his face to see he’s smiling knowingly. I return his smile, though it’s likely a tad sheepishly.

I clear my throat, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. Fidgeting, my hands stroke where I was just squeezing, then he swallows, and I grin again, swallowing my own bubble of nervous laughter.

“Do you feel better?” His words are quiet, almost hesitant, and then I do laugh.

“Yes. I mean, obviously, I’m not back to normal, but I don’t feel so chaotic now.”

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