Page 48 of Devotion

Pressure rises, higher than I have ever felt. My voice screams out, ragged and unbridled.

“Ciro, fuck, oh, I am going to?—”

“Yes…Yes.”

The world tips, throwing me out into a raging storm, comets bursting behind my closed eyelids.

“Ciro!” I scream his name, my king, my god.

“You feel so fucking good, so fucking wet…” His words are distant in the rush of blood in my ears, but they only extend the flood of heavenly bliss destroying my world.

I can feel my legs going weak, my center erupting as I clench and tighten around his fingers. The only thing that could feel better than this would be his dick, driving into me.

And I want it so bad.

But I still can’t move. Mostly because of the aftershocks, shivering through me as much as his grip on my body. When I finally gain enough control of my limbs, he lets me turn over, rubbing my exposed nipples on his chest, licking the cleft between his rock-hard pecs.

“You…” I glare, shaking my head. And he just sits there and smiles at me. Smug bastard.

Instantly, I’m fired up again, this time a little ticked. He wants to play?

Sliding down I pop the button on his pants before he can stop me, dragging them down and drawing him out. Every rigid inch of him standing erect in my hand. Licking my lips once, I lock eyes with him and swallow him.

His skin is silk soft on my tongue, red-hot and throbbing.

Tilting my head I take him deeper into my throat and I watch his eyes bug out, his mouth dropping open in surprise. With a little wag of my head, I circle with him seated to the hilt, the muscles of his stomach tight and twitching.

Then I suck in my cheeks, pulling him out across my tongue, through pursed lips.

His eyes flutter closed, his hands reaching for my head. I slap them away, clawing nails into his abdomen for good measure. The sharp cry of delight and shock make me grin around the massive girth of his shaft, once again deep in my throat.

Harder, faster, I pump up and down on him, wrapping my fist around the base of him to squeeze him. Each time he attempts to reach for me, I simply pinch one of his balls, shaking my head and making him cry out or moan. But it’s the growing look of irate disbelief on his face that gives me so much satisfaction.

I feel him tighten as I continue, his hips setting a rhythm to my lips, and I know he will finish soon. I will make sure of it.

His perfect chest heaves, rising faster.

My lips suck him in, slick and soaked.

And then he does the unthinkable. He sits up hard, fast. Grabs my hair to pull me away from him. Lifting me up with one hand as he rushes toward the bar on the other side of the room. There he plants me down, spreading my legs.

“Yes…”

“No.” But he says it with a smile.

And then his fingers are in me again, spreading me, spearing me deeply. All I can do is groan into his lips as he kisses me deeply again, holding me around the waist as he drives me toward another unraveling.

My hand finds him again, wrapping tightly around him and refusing to let go. If he wants to do it this way, then fine.

But I will not let him win.

Even if I do not exactly understand the rules of this little game. I must retaliate.

None of this has gone to plan, although I am the one who dragged him back here. But it could not be more fun, more satisfying. Ciro has a way of twisting anything I throw at him and making it his own.

So I will play along. Make him mine.

I let go of any other thought, stroking his shaft, bucking my hips in time with his pulsing fingers. Our lips lock, our tongues branding each other.

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