Page 45 of Devil's Bride

She ground her hips back and forth, the friction created pushing every boundary and what little decency I had left. I thrust my tongue inside, swishing it back and forth across hers.

The way she arched her back, jerking my shirt from my trousers pushed the beast inside of me to the surface. My patience was already waning, my desire to take this slowly tossed away. If this was a game to her, she’d soon learn her actions were a mistake.

I would take what I wanted.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, roughly yanking her head and breaking the kiss. She panted, an instant sly smile crossing her face as she ripped the bottom buttons from my shirt. After raking the material over my shoulders, running her hands down my arms until it dropped to the floor, she pressed her hand between us.

The way she grabbed my thick bulge was meant to be painful, but I reveled in the awakening of every sense in my body.

Her laugh was as seductive as her actions and I reached down, grabbing her welted ass with my palm. Every sound she issued as I squeezed her rounded flesh pushed me even further away from being able to take my time. The pleasure from just kissing and touching her was unnerving, but I’d had my fill of being toyed with.

I lifted her off the floor, instantly carrying her toward my desk. The momentum was enough the heels fell from her delicate feet. When I eased her down onto the desk, she peered up at me with a sudden realization this wasn’t about playing a game any longer.

Her eyes darted back and forth and I expected her to try to bolt, but she spread her legs instead, the offering making my mouth water. Her pussy lips were already swollen, the inside of both legs glistening from uncontrollable desire.

I yanked her legs even further apart before gathering them into my arms. Her breathless sounds made my actions that much more uncontrollable.

Genevieve blinked at me with a dazed look in her eyes, but that was short lived. As soon as I pulled her bottom off the desk andfurther into my arms, I could tell by the look she was fighting her urges.

“Relax, my good girl. This won’t hurt a bit.” I bent over until I was able to drag the tip of my tongue around her clit.

She flinched and threw her arms out, trembling just as she’d done before. Her nipples seemed to harden even more with my intense stare and it was impossible to take my eyes off her. She was far too beautiful, more innocent than I generally cared for, but that was another reason the woman was so different.

So special.

I sucked on her clit as she undulated, slowly moving her head from side to side. She wanted to smile, to moan in pleasure, but was doing everything in her power to keep from making a single sound.

Oddly enough, I wanted her to scream out my name and would fuck her until she satisfied my ridiculous urge. I pulled away, controlling myself for a little while longer. I wanted to make her putty in my hands. That would take time. My own version of seduction.

I swiped my tongue all the way down her pussy before pressing my lips against her thigh. When I darted my tongue across her skin, she finally allowed me a single whimper. The taste of her was extremely sweet, so much so I could easily concentrate on licking every inch of her body.

But my cock wouldn’t be able to tolerate it.

I lifted her leg up even further, trailing a wet path with my tongue to her knee. I noticed she was watching everything I wasdoing, but this time her eyes were unreadable. When I bit her inner thigh, she pushed up from my desk, panting a little more.

My cock and balls were now being pinched, the tension in my body the worst it had ever been. I bit down on her other thigh until she finally cried out in discomfort before driving my tongue past her swollen folds.

The taste was even sweeter than I’d thought, her juice coating my tongue. While I enjoyed fucking, there was an added filth to savoring the taste of a woman’s pussy. Feasting was one of my greatest joys.

Genevieve arched her back as I lifted her hips up by several inches. She laughed softly, slapping one hand on the desk as I licked her slowly. Softly. Still savoring. Still watching.

“Oh…” she muttered and cinched her eyes shut. I wasn’t about to give up yet, even though the throbbing in my groin was becoming painful.

I buried my face into her wetness, using my fingers to keep her lips wide open. Her face was flushed, the slight redness matching the rosy warmth on her punished bottom. Did that make me a horrible man I wanted to keep both that way?

I rolled my thumb around her clit while I licked her more roughly. She was slowly entering the throes of passion and I sensed she was fighting it every step of the way. She might be a damn good actress, but she could never fool me.

When I pinched her clit, her body responded. Pleasure and pain. The perfect aphrodisiac. My lovely guest slammed into a wave, the climax forcing a string of moans from her lips.

I lapped every drop, never allowing my eyes to blink or look away. She was even more beautiful when she orgasmed. By the time she came down from her sweet wave, I was beyond famished.

The only thought I now had on my mind was fucking her, driving my hardened cock as deeply inside her as possible. Would that make her any easier to handle? Probably not, but at least I could say I’d gotten to know her better and vice versa. A grin slipped across my face as I lowered her legs to the floor.

She turned her head to the side, taking gasping breaths as her hand fluttered to her chest. Her nipples were an even rosier color highlighted by the recessed LED lights. As I backed away, I wiped my mouth, the lingering taste reminding me of my favorite fruit. Peaches.

As I began to unfasten my belt, she turned her head once again. Trepidation remained in her eyes, but the lust was even stronger.

I wasn’t interested in wasting any time with pretenses. I stripped off my clothes quickly, returning to the same position.

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