Page 99 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“You have the perfect ass for spanking, do you know that, Athens? So round, so ripe, and so ready for the taking.” He grunts, smacking me hard on my cheeks.

A loud ringing sound pierces the dead silence in the room as his hand crashes down on my ass several more times, drawing deep breaths from him. “You see what you make me do when you don’t listen.” He smacks me once more, making me cry out.

“Wyck, I’m sorry. Please.” I beg as my pussy throbs with need for a release only he can give me.

“You don’t deserve to come. Get that sweet ass up and come to me.” He barks, releasing the ribbon tied around my wrists and getting up off the bed.

Tears are streaming down my face, but not from pain, I’m ashamed of how much his spanking me turned me on. I need to come with a force so strong that my pussy might burst in flames because she is so hot.

Reluctantly, I get off the bed and start to walk over to him when he stops me.

“No, ma’am, that is not how you will come to me. Don’t you remember how I like to see you?” Bloody hell! I remember, but he can’t be serious. “The look on your face tells me you remember. Better not keep me waiting.” He says, settling into the chair he pulled up to watch me.

“Wyck, we don’t have time for this. Either fuck me or let me go.”

“You are correct, so crawl to me… Now!” He slams his hand down on the arm of the chair, sitting up straighter to look at me as I drop to my knees and start crawling towards him. “Good girl.” He whispers.

I want to smile at him, because I happen to like when he calls me, good girl, but I’m sexually frustrated, needing that release like I need my next breath. My life is a teenage soap drama, except I’m no teenager.

So, here I am, down on my knees, crawling to this beautiful man before me. I don’t know how or why I never noticed before how much he’s changed in three years. Gone is his perfect skin, in its place are mountains of beautiful ink work. Don’t get me wrong, flawless skin is all fun and games until you see that ink tattooed across almost every inch of flesh your eyes can see.

I used to think neck tats were ghetto, but Wyck’s are definitely making me think otherwise. They are perfect in every single way. I wish he would let me trace them with either my fingers or my tongue, but I know that’s gonna be out of the question.

“Your tattoos are beautiful, Wyck. When did you get all of those?”

“A lot has happened in the three years since we met. I am no longer a boy, wet behind the ears, trying to learn his way in the world. No, the world is trying to learn its way around me.” He claims, and I’m not entirely sure what that means, but I’m sure I’ll find out.

“Maybe one day, you will tell me about it?” I ask. My voice is a little shaky because I’m afraid of what his answer will be, but he surprises me.

“Maybe one day, Little Fox, but that day is not today.” He says as I stop in front of him. He scoots the chair back and stands up in front of me, still naked and coated with my juices from before. “Open that mouth, Athens. I want you dirty when my father makes it back to you.” I look at him in horror, because one, I have to do it or suffer his consequences and two, what the fuck will happen if Bash even suspects I slept with someone… Who happens to be his son?

I’ll just have to figure something out, because there is no way in hell I’m going to tell Wyck no, with the promise of another release from him.

I open my mouth as wide as I can when he grabs his dick and steps up to me.

First, he traces my lips with the head as my tongue darts and licks the tip. He sucks in air when my tongue touches him there. I smile at him for this small victory that I’ve won, but the smile he gives me in return, is no match for the battle I just lost.

“I see you like to play games, Athens, but you don’t know something about me.” He says, easing his way inside my mouth. “I don’t play to lose.” He pushes all the way inside until the tip of his dick slams against the back of my throat.

The room begins to fill with wet, slippery noises as he fucks my mouth. My eyes begin to roll to the back of my lids as I take his assault. I feel him lean in and reach behind me to grab a fist full of my hair. My eyes pop open to look at him staring intently at me.

Sweat gathers on his forehead and a single droplet falls down, hitting me square on the nose. His mouth forms that ‘O’ letting me know he likes the way it feels. I do my best to smile around him, but I’m sure it comes out as me looking like a crazed animal.

He pulls out of me, letting me come up for air, but only for a second before he settles back in.

“It feels like this mouth was made just for sucking my dick, but we both know that’s not true.” He grunts. “Oh no, that bratty, little mouth of yours was made to eat your opponents alive with that feisty attitude.”

“Mmm hmm.” It’s barely audible, but I know he heard it, because of the chuckle that rumbles deep within his chest. It’s nice to hear.

“Will my dirty, little girl make me come?” He asks, pumping faster into me. In and out he goes as I swirl my tongue around and pull him in deeper. “You keep that up, Athens, and I’m gonna shoot my cum so far down your throat that you may get pregnant.”

Ah, when he calls out sweet nothings like this, it makes my pussy tingle with need, need for a release that I know he won’t give me tonight. I’ll have to settle for my hand. The least I can do is make him think about how much I would love nothing more than for him to make me come, so I give it my all for him and draw every last drop he has inside and out into my mouth and all over my body.

I don’t dare touch his legs, so I grab the next best thing… My tits. Taking them in my hands, I knead and massage them, getting my nipples good and puckered. I take my nipples between my fingertips and pinch them long and hard.

Glancing up at him, I see his eyes are glued to what I’m doing while still sucking him off. I’m trying my hardest to distract him, because whether he likes it or not, I will have to touch those thick, muscled thighs of his to give him the orgasm he seeks.

“You are a dirty, little girl, but I want to see you touch that pussy while you suck my dick.” He demands, so I let go of one nipple, reach up to his mouth and hold out two fingers. Understanding what I want, he opens his mouth and pulls my fingers inside, wetting them with his spit. I pull them out and clearly he doesn’t find them wet enough because he spits on them, and says, “Now, stick them inside my pussy and make yourself come with me.”

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