Page 32 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“Fuck! You are a dirty, little girl.” He moans. “And I think you deserve a reward.” He says, gripping my head as he pushes in one last time. “I’m not ready to come yet so, up you go.”

He pulls back, letting his dick slip from my mouth as he helps me up. Grabbing the back of my neck, he smashes our lips together, filling both our mouths with a taste of his cum.

He walks us to the bed, pulling on the cuffs. “Get on the bed, lie down on your back with your hands above your head.”

“Wow, bossy much.” I mumble, rolling my eyes as I assume the position.

“Did you say something?” I shake my head, no instead of answering. “Good girl.” He grins.

Then, he reaches up, and I notice a bar mounted on the wall above the headboard. It has a few chains wrapped around it. I have so many questions, but I won’t ask any. Next, he unfurls a chain and connects my cuffs to it. There’s slack in the chain, but I have to wonder, what purpose will this serve?

“I see the questioning look on your face and let me put your fears to rest. Being bound and not in control can bring you one of the best orgasms you’ve ever experienced… With the right man, of course.” He winks at me before continuing. “Fucking is an art meant to be experienced with someone who shares your same interests. Nothing is wrong with vanilla or kinky sex. Both can give you different yet earth-shattering experiences and orgasms.”

I open my mouth to speak but quickly shut it when I remember what he told me, but then he surprises me when he says, “You may ask one question. That is all.”

“Okay. So, how-, um, why-, are you sure I can only ask one question?” I look at him with sad eyes, hoping he will change his mind.

“That was your one question. I’m ready to give you your reward now.” He says, shutting me up.

“That’s not fair.” I whine as he gives me a look that shuts me right up. “Asshole.” I mutter under my breath.

“Life isn’t fair, little girl. Now, no more talking or I will gag you… Again.” He promises. “Lie back, be quiet, unless you are screaming for me, and get comfortable.” When he looks at me like that, I get this warm feeling in my belly that not even Bash gives me. How can this even be possible?

I watch him as he watches me. I usually back down first, but he’s making this fun, and I feel he’s challenging me. So, I hold out as long as I can and just when I’m about to give up, he ducks his head first as I hear him chuckle.

“Enough playing, we have a long sleepless night ahead of us.” He says, getting in bed and crawling to me. “Spread those legs and let me in.” I’m so hot for this man that whatever he tells me to do, I’ll do it… No questions asked.

I spread them, hesitantly at first, but then he grabs my ankle and opens them wider, I yelp but don’t stop him.

He trails his lips up my legs, starting at my ankles that are still firmly secure in his hands. Peppering kisses along my inner thighs, has me writhing and moaning the higher he goes. Once he gets to my center, he places his hands on my ass and pulls me down toward his waiting mouth.

“I already expressed how hungry I was, now it’s time for me to eat.” He leans in and sniffs my pussy before his tongue darts out and swipes along my folds. I jerk at the touch. It’s a new feeling, and I’m not sure I like it.

He releases my ass, taking his hands and bringing them around to my pussy, where he opens my lips wide as he latches onto my clit.

“Oh!” I have no idea how I should react, or what I should be doing. I can’t touch him or grab his head to push him farther where I feel I need him.

He must have a sixth sense or something, because just where I want him to be, suddenly he’s there… Driving me insane. It takes every fiber in my being not to shout for the whole house to fucking hear.

“You may use your voice now.” He comes up, just to tell me that.

I sigh, which is quickly replaced by a moan, “What am I supposed to say or call you if I don’t know your name? Isn’t the point of this party is to keep our identities a secret?” I remind him.

A simple, “You may call me Ace.” Is all he says, before going back to his meal, and boy is he eating me out like it’s his last supper.

Spreading my pussy lips, he pushes his tongue in and out, over and over again. I feel my orgasm working its way up, threatening to push me over the edge.

He takes his tongue out of my pussy, passes it along my seam and latches onto my clit again. This time, I scream for him.

I cry out, “Ace!” Letting the orgasm rock throughout my body. “Please, don’t fucking stop.” I beg.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He mumbles against my pussy, lapping up my juices as I come down from the high of my orgasm.

He picks himself up from between my legs, covers my body with his, leans down, and kisses me. Grabbings my chin and tilting my head back, he opens his mouth, and lets my cum fall into my mouth, and slide down my throat. This is equally as hot as it is disturbing, but I can’t bring myself to feel ashamed of it.

Once he’s dropped a fair amount into my open mouth, he covers mine with his, drawing a moan deep from the pit of my stomach.

“Ace.” I sigh against him.

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