Page 117 of Devil's Due

“You’re mine, Stevie,” I growl as I sit up, ripping my tee over my head as I do so. My cock has gone from zero to sixty in one second flat. Her permission sending blood south so fast it almost makes me dizzy. “You want me? You got me.”

Chapter Forty-One

Standing, I take a fraction of a moment to strip out of my jeans, then I’m crawling up the bed, leaning over her, my lips crashing down on hers as I take her hand and lead it to my now rock-hard cock. With my palm I encourage her fingers to encircle as much of my girth as she can, then prompt her to start a pumping motion.

All the time my tongue is thrusting in and out of her mouth, mimicking the action my dick will soon be undertaking.

Raising my head slightly, I gasp, “That feel like I don’t want you, babe?”Christ, the feeling of her hand on my cock is making me feel like a naïve schoolboy, unable to last.Urgently I pull her hand away before I disgrace myself.

She pouts as if I’ve taken her favourite toy. “I want to taste you, Beef?”

“Yeah? You want me in your mouth?”

She nods.

“Then let’s get you out of these clothes.” I lean back on my haunches and lift her into a sitting position.

She shrugs me away as she disposes of her clothes in a time to rival mine. She’s naked and glorious, and I take too long to admire her.

“Well?”

“Fucking perfect, babe. Lie back.” I ease her into the position I want after ripping the top pillow away. Then I turn. That amazing perfume from her sex that I’ll never tire of hits my nostrils and I can’t wait, my mouth zeroing in on her cunt.

Her hands find my cock and lead it to her mouth. I go still. The only mouth that’s ever been around my cock has been that of a club whore. The feeling of it being in hers is fucking incredible. It’s not a job, it’s something she wants. The difference is stunning. As her tongue swirls and explores, I almost stop breathing.

Until she pulls away and whines, “Beef…”

It’s a prompt that this is reciprocal. I fasten my lips around her clit while the fingers of the hand not holding my weight off of her dip inside her cunt, the dual sensations make her gyrate her hips as she tries to get the right pressure in just the right spot.

And all the time her fingers are pumping the length of my shaft she can’t get into her mouth.

Fuckin’ hell that’s good.

The sounds we’re both making are brutal. Slurping, sucking, lips smacking. Groans, moans, pleas leaving our mouths. Despite the intense pleasure I’m feeling and that she’s brought me quickly to the edge, I’m determined to keep control and not go over. I have to start envisioning all the nuts and bolts on my bike, what parts they screw into.This goes here, that goes there…

Then, as her muscles clench and tighten, her thighs start to quiver and shake, her efforts on my dick are more frantic. She comes.

“Babe, let me go…” I try to warn her.

But she takes me in further and swallows.

Fuck.I’m a man who prides himself on iron control. Unfortunately, I’ve lost it with her. Weeks of pent up frustration flood her mouth as I involuntarily let go. She keeps sucking, licking, and swallowing.

I lose all ability to think, becoming nothing more than an organism who feels.

“Babe.” I draw away when I’ve finished, and embarrassed lift my head, raise my body, and pull myself out of her mouth. “I’m sorry.”

Turning, so I can look down at her, I see her wiping up the cum that’s dribbled out of the side of her mouth and sucking the drop off her finger.What a fuckin’ sight. Best thing I’ve seen in my life.

“First time I’ve done that. Did I do it right?”

There are a few ways I could answer that. I settle for, “Think you could do with a bit more practice.”

“Hmm,” she answers lazily. “Think your skills are a bit rusty too.”

Her impudent response stuns me. I slap the side of her butt cheek. “The devil they are. Not had any complaints before.”

She’s giggling so hard it’s making her perfect tits wobble. I let my eyes feast for a second, realising, even though I came hard just moments before, I’m ready to go again now.

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