Page 104 of Ink Deep Devotion

I push deep inside of her tight, wet pussy. Her body welcomes me with open arms, sucking me back in, grabbing hold of me, not wanting to be empty again. A low primal sound begins to hum from my chest. My heart is content here, lost in the pain and pleasure that Mila offers me.

My head tips back as if her body was a holy light anointing me.“Fuck!” I growl as I begin to pound into her.I can’t go slow. Not tonight, not after seeing her smile in those pictures.

“I hate that I need you, little fox. I hate this body because it’s fucking poison. Fucking hate it! I hate you so goddamn much.” I grab her shoulders and really pound into her.

Not enough! More! Closer!

Fuck you, madness!

I grab her, pulling her up and pressing her back against my chest. My arms coil around her like thorny vines, tightening until they threaten to pierce her skin, encasing her heart and trapping it in their grasp.

I thrust up, chasing a high that only she can give me. My balls tighten as her exhales become deeper and more labored. Dying breaths that only my body can breathe life back into.

Her body purrs, fucking purrs with delight.“I know your hate is love, Dash. So keep fucking hating me because deep down, I know the translation of your words now.” She starts to meet my movements, pushing her hips back into mine.“I know you just confessed your love for me, and one day, oh god, yes,” she tips her head back, laying it on my shoulder.“One day, you’re going to saymydefinition of it.”

“Never.”

“You will.” I can hear the smile in her voice. It’s another venomous bite from her wicked tongue, sinking deep inside of me, plaguing my veins, pumping and swirling, mixing with my willpower.

You can’t break what’s already broken, Mila. You’re fighting a ghost—swinging at air and expecting it to bow toyou. But air doesn’t bow; it bends, wraps around you, halts you, or simply ignores you. You will never win against me.

“I’m close, Dash! So close! Yes! Give it to me. Show me what being yours means.”

You pretty little devil!“Stop talking!” I hiss. Or was it a moan?

“Why? Are you falling into the trap with me, with my body, with my wet pussy, begging your cock to stay here with me?”

“Stop it!”

“No.” She tightens her inner muscles.“I don’t think I will.”

I slap my hand over her mouth, and like a good girl, she bites down on my fingers, moaning.“That’s it, squeeze my cock.” I push in deep and move my left hand to the apex of her legs, rubbing her faster and faster.

I need this to end! Need to come! Need to stop the madness.

“Dash... oh god... Dash.”

I don’t want her calling out to god. Neither of us deserves his forgiveness.

I sink into her again and again. Wave after wave of pleasure begins to mount, squeezing my lungs and heart, and replacing the oxygen with a dangerous need. My eyes glue to where our bodies connect so perfectly. I grab her hips with a bruising force, making my motions harder. I want my fingerprints to linger. I want everyone to see them when they look at her.

“I dream about this, Dash, about you taking me in every way, like this, against the wall, in the shower again. I dream of your lips tasting and sucking me, of my lips wrapped around your cock.”

When did my hand slip to her breast?“Stop!” I grunt. The imagery is too much. Knowing that a fantasy of me was getting to please her made jealousy pump through my veins.

“I love you.” She declares as she wiggles her hand lower until it reaches her core, cupping mine as I rub her clit.

My voice turns to a beggar.“Stop!” A slick, slapping wetness prickles my ears as it mixes with our pants.

She releases a devious laugh.“Stop loving you?”

“You’re a she-devil!” I plunge inside, knocking the laugh from her lungs, wishing the curve of her body would be imprinted into my hips.

She arches her ass higher, and with each thrust, I feel her body swelling, whimpering to tip over the edge.“But I still love you.” She whispers.

Stop talking! I want your cries and not words.“Come!” I slap my other hand over hers, taking control of her movement. Now we’re hand in hand as we rub her sex, as my cock sinks in and out of her naughty body. She sings my name on her lips as she comes, breaking and trembling, yet still meeting me thrust for thrust.

I remove my hand from her core, leaving a slick trail in its wake.“No, Dash,” she moans in bliss, sensing my soon-coming absence.

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