Page 10 of Heart of a Devil

He shakes his head and winks at me. “This is killing you, isn’t it? I can practically hear you screaming at me.”

I screw up my face and nod. I can’t risk speaking, and his fingers are getting nearer and nearer to where I want them to be. His touch is delicate, soft, teasing—completely at odds with how he looks. My lips part, and I sigh at the first brush of his rough skin against my taut peaks, the way he skims them and makes them sit up higher.

His expression is fierce enough to make me feel like a goddess. I don’t think a man has ever looked at me with such concentration, such committed passion. It’s like all that matters to him in the world right now are my nipples and what he can make me feel through them. The answer is: absolutelyeverything. I’ve always been sensitive there, but this is next level crazy.

His smile is served up with a shade of wolf as he rolls one nipple between his thumb and finger, kneading it with exactly the right level of force. The sudden pain sends a delicious wave of pleasure down to my clit.

He leans down, pulls the other nipple into his mouth, and sucks with a deep, insistent rhythm. He carries on rolling one, sucking the other, then flicking at it with his tongue until I’m almost delirious. At some point, he swaps, paying each nipple the same delicious attention, and my whole body shakes as he works me over. With my hand on the back of his head, I press him closer, never wanting this to stop.

His free hand roams the rest of my body, stroking and probing and molding, his fingers drifting between my legs and finding the wetness that lies between them. I thought I was too sensitive, but as his thumb gently circles my clit, I realize I was wrong. None of the normal rules apply anymore. This man seems to know my body better than I know it myself. Between his tongue, his teeth, and his fingers, I’m building again, murmuring his name as he skillfully sucks and strokes me to the edge of climax.

He lifts his mouth away from my nipple with a filthy wet popping sound. “Look at me, sweetheart. I want to see you come again. Soak my fingers in that gorgeous cum of yours.”

He slides one finger inside me and pumps in and out while he keeps up the perfect pressure on my slick, swollen bud, and I buck my hips up to meet him. I can’t help it, he’s driving me out of my mind, and I need to come more than I’ve needed anything before. My body is a swirling vortex of sensations, all of them heading in a tingling mass down to my center. I’m so close, and he senses it, leaning down to give one of my nipples a firm and unexpected bite. The shock pushes me over the edge, the painand pleasure flooding me with liquid bliss. I melt inside, and for a second, I think I’m going to black out. He continues to rub at my clit, slowly and gently, managing my comedown, muttering my name as he eases me back to reality.

“That’s my good girl. You’ve soaked my hand and the sheets. You’re so fucking gorgeous, Lauren. Every part of you is fucking perfect, and the way you respond to me… fucking hell. I need to be inside you now.”

“About damn time,” I murmur cheekily.

He laughs as he tears off his underwear and throws them to the side. “Don’t push me, sweetheart, or I might change my mind.”

I prop myself up on rubbery arms, feeling like my bones have been liquefied, and gaze at his groin. Jesus. I knew it was big, but now that it’s released into the wild, I’m slightly intimidated. With most men, you get a choice between length and girth—but this bad boy? He’s got the lot, and he’s more than ready to go, standing proud, pearls of pre-cum oozing from his crown. “I really don’t think you’re going to change your mind, Seb.”

He laughs again—I was right, he does laugh easy—and shrugs his door-busting shoulders. “I think you could be right. I’m going to sink myself so deep into you, you’ll feel me in your cunt all week long.”

I blush, which is ridiculous given the fact that I’m naked and spread-legged, covered in my own juices. Seb and his dirty talk just does it for me.

I expect him to be rough or to flip me onto all fours and take me from behind. I wouldn’t have objected—I remember how intoxicating those ass slaps were. Instead, he lowers himself between my thighs, one arm on either side of my face, muscles bulging with strength and control. Our eyes meet, and there’s a flicker of something unexpected between us. Something morethan lust. I’m not sure I’m ready for those kinds of flickers, so I wrap my legs around his ass and pull him down toward me.

The head of his cock nudges against my opening, and I’m so wet he slides inside easily. He takes it slow, edging in inch by meaty inch, his eyes on mine throughout. I’m guessing with a dick this big, he’s learned to be careful. It’s a chivalrous idea, but I really don’t need—or want—chivalry right now.

“You okay?”

“I’m more than okay. I’m not fragile, Seb. I want you inside me. All of you. Stop trying to pretend you’re a gentleman and fuck me.”

Something seems to snap in him, and he drives into me so hard I’m shoved up the mattress and my head collides with the padded headboard. I feel a delicious stinging stretch as he fills me and let out a yelp when he rails into me a second time—and a third and a fourth.

He grunts and hoists my legs over his shoulders, tugging me closer and holding my hips firmly. His balls slap against me, and my pussy walls contract at the relentless friction. I don’t usually come from straight fucking, not without any contact with my clit, but the tingling deep inside me says that might all be about to change. Each thrust triggers another wave of pleasure, and my head is spinning with the unfamiliar sensations.

He uses one hand to squeeze my breast, all the while keeping up that never-ending, brain-jarring pace. I am literally being fucked senseless.

“I feel you squeezing my cock, Lauren. I know you’re close. Let go, sweetheart—come for me.”

He increases the speed of his thrusts, his hips pistoning into me, his eyes full of need as he stares down at the place where we’re joined. The sight of him is what pushes me over the edge yet again—this big, brawny man and his huge cock, the wayhe’s looking at our bodies as though he’s witnessing something sacred.

My eyes roll back in my head as the pulsations in my pussy spread through my whole body, engulfing me in an ocean of ecstasy. “Seb!”

“I know, baby, I know.” He keeps hold of my legs, and my body shakes beneath him. With one final thrust, he finds his own release, throwing his head back and roaring as he empties himself inside me.

He collapses, his head landing beside mine on the pillow, my legs still wrapped around his firm ass. I drop them onto the bed, spread on either side of him, as breathless as he is. “Fuck me, sweetheart. That was intense.”

“You think?” I pant.

“I think. You tell me you’ve had more intense than that, you’re lying. Christ. I think I might stay here forever.”

Stroking his hair, I drop a kiss on the side of his head. I can think of far worse ideas. He reluctantly pulls himself out of me, flips onto his back, and tugs me close. I’m wrapped in strong arms, my face against his mammoth chest, his heart hammering. He strokes my shoulders and sighs contentedly.

The mood grows intimate now that the sex is done. Too intimate. His hand glides through my curls in a way that’s overly familiar, and his breath is warm against me. When I glance up, I see those laughter-crinkled eyes half closed. I’m tired too. Exhausted, in fact, and suddenly a little freaked out as well. This man has done things to me that nobody ever has before. He made me beg and he controlled me, and I enjoyed every damn second of it. This is all so out of character that I don’t know who I am anymore.

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