Page 110 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

Fuck but I love that she likes oral sex as I’m addicted to her taste. My dedication to her pleasure seems to have taken her by surprise. Each orgasm I give her is still met by her astonishment, and the admission it just keeps getting better and better.

Her indrawn breath shows she’s totally into my suggestion, but before she places her knees either side of my head, she lowers her face.

I grasp at her, holding her lips to mine like a man in a desert would do a glass of cool water. I devour her, sweeping my tongue into her mouth, loving how she responds. Her perfume, both of her and her arousal, fills my nostrils. Her silky strands of hair cover my hands, the sensual touch of her tongue gliding across mine sends me wild.

It’s perhaps lucky that I’m immobilised, if I wasn’t, I’d be hard pushed to prevent myself throwing her down, going caveman on her, shoving my cock straight inside and claiming her as mine.

As it is, I’m impatient. I’ve waited more than enough time. Pulling back, I gasp. “Here, Saffie. Now.” With my hands on her waist, I lift her.

It’s not the first time we’ve done this, she knows what to expect. She places her knees either side of my head and lowers herself down. I position her where I want her, then get to work.

How the fuck can this gorgeous woman ever think she didn’t get wet enough? My face is already drenched and I fucking love it. Her taste is sublime, and I can’t get enough. I lick, lap, suck, and all the time she’s writhing above me, grinding down until I almost suffocate. I grin into her pussy, feeling on top of the world that I can make her lose control like this.

I circle my tongue around her clit, probe it inside her, mimicking what I’ll shortly be doing with my dick, then attack that tender nub again.

“Niran, God, Niran.”

Yeah, my baby likes that. Her thighs start to tremble and close around my cheeks.

I growl, the vibration hitting her pussy making her clench.

“Niran, I’m….”

She doesn’t have to tell me, I fucking know. She opens her mouth and screams, her body pulsing, grinding into me as she finds her release.

I continue to use my tongue, sustaining her pleasure until she rolls off me, collapsing down at my side, breathing heavily. It’s only a moment before she curls into me.

When her heart rate slows, she pulls up and looks down at me. “I think it’s your turn now.”

She’s handled my dick, brought me to orgasm, watched in fascination as my cum shoots out. Even tried her best at giving me head until the memories get too much. But she’s never had me inside her.

Mindful of that, I’m content if she just wants to fool around. “It’s your show, Saffie. Do what you want. Just remember, if you need to, you can cry wolf.”

She rolls her eyes at the reminder of her safeword. The last thing I want her to do is to use it, but I want her to have the security of knowing it’s there.

Having to be so damn careful of my foot in its cast, the missionary position, or any dominant role for that matter, is beyond me. Normally I could balance on my stump, but not with only a damaged limb to support me.

She sits up, eyes the pack of condoms, opens them and takes one out. With a cocky grin, she begins to slide it on me.

I suck in air. Her hands feel too fucking good and the anticipation of what her actions mean put me on a hair trigger. I begin to count backwards to prevent disgracing myself.

Some primal part of me wishes I was taking her bare, putting my baby inside her. Without conscious thought, I voice the idea. “I’d fucking love to make you pregnant, see you grow round with my baby.”

She pauses and stares at me intently. “I love you, Niran.”

Raising my hand, I reach for her cheek, and she lowers her face into my palm. “I fuckin’ love you, Saffie. I think I always have.”

It’s then she sets out to seduce me. I could tell her she couldn’t get me more aroused, but as she puts her mouth on my nipples, teasing me the same way I do her, I give into the sensation of my woman, my old lady, making love to me.

This is what she needs.

“Fuck, Saffie,” I groan, letting her know exactly what she’s doing to me. My body’s in her control, not mine, as I jerk and writhe under her ministrations. As she fondles my balls, teasing my perineum, I almost shoot my load.

“Saffie,” I cry out warningly, rolling back my head and biting my tongue.

“Are you ready for me?” she asks, seductively.

Fuck yes.

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