Page 34 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“I didn’t say you could come.” He chuckles, pulling out of me as my body continues to spasm from the effects of my orgasm. “Turn that ass over.” He growls, and it goes straight to my pussy, igniting a fire only he can extinguish.

“I’m not sorry. It was getting too good for me not to.” I say, flipping over.

“Well, that just earned you a spanking.” At the mention of that, my eyes widen, and my pussy pulses in anticipation as I flop on the bed. “Face down, ass up, that’s the way I like to fuuuck.” He grunts as he slams into me, causing my head to hit the headboard.

I can’t contain the giggle that quickly turns into a moan when he begins to move inside me.

Once he finds and grabs my hips, my body is no longer safe from the pain and pleasure he threatens to put me under.

“I will bring you a great amount of pleasure.” Smack, smack, smack. “But it will be filled with the same amount of pain.” Smack, smack, smack. “You have no choice but to handle it!” He yells, holding onto my hips and slamming in until he’s balls deep in my pussy.

“Oh! Hoover Dayumn!” I’m panting now, and at this point, he’s gonna cause me to blackout from all the orgasms he’s pulling from my body.

If he keeps this up, it will be number three or four. Hell, I don’t know I’ve lost count. “Ace, if you keep fucking me like this, I may die from having too many orgasms, if that’s thing.”

“At least you will die happy.” I hear him smile as he smacks my ass again. “But this time, you better not come untilIsay you can.” He growls, smacking me five more times. “Reach down and spread those pussy lips for me. I’m about to dig deeper.” Deeper? How is that humanly possible? It’s not like I have an endless pussy or something. Endless pussy, I snort.

Despite my mind coming in to rear its ugly head, I reach down, spread my legs, and manage to open my pussy up for him.

“Oh, you dirty fucking girl, that feels so fucking amazing.” He purrs. “Can you feel it?” Even though I didn’t think it was possible, it definitely is because I feel it.

“Please, Ace. I won’t last much longer. No matter how badly you want me to hold it, it’s coming.” I squeak.

“We will come together then.” He reaches his hand out and grabs a fistful of my hair, causing me to look back at him as he fucks me. “I want to see your face when you come for me.” He mumbles. “Now!” He lets out a roar so loud that I take that as my cue and come so fucking hard that I think I see the galaxy from here. What I’m seeing is this beautiful man before me lose all his restraint as we milk the last of each other, never letting our eyes wander away from each other.

“Ace!”

“My dirty, little girl.” He moans. Then and only then, does he allow his eyes to slide closed. I, however, keep mine trained on him for he is surely a sight to see. I watch as his mouth forms an ‘O’ shape that I’ve always heard Gaia rave about. His eyes are closed as they move behind his lids. Sweat has gathered on his brow and is slowly sliding down his long, glorious neck. I wish I could see the rise and fall of his chest like this, but I can’t. Slowly he releases my hair, and I fall forward on the bed with him collapsing on top of me.

“Um, Ace, I can’t breathe.” I chuckle.

“I’ll give you CPR when I finally roll off you.” He laughs, and it sounds Heavenly. I guess he doesn’t want my death on his hands because he rolls off me.

I’m not sure what I should do next, so I sit up, throw my legs over the side, and prepare to get up.

“Where are you going?” He asks.

“Well, I, uh, thought I would go find my friend, and then leave.” I stutter.

“Leave? Did I say you could leave?” He grabs me around my waist and pulls me down next to him… Holding me close. “When I said I would give you what I could for the night, I meant it. You won’t be leaving anytime soon.” He says, leaning down and giving me a kiss as he slips his hands around one ankle, removing the first heel, and then reaching over and removing the next.

“When you put it like that, I guess I could stay.” I chuckle.

“The choice was not yours, so yes, you will be staying.” He pecks my lips once more, then leans over, and grabs his phone. “Are you hun-?”

My stomach begins to rumble before the question even leaves his lips.

“I suppose I am.” I admit as he dials someone.

“Send up some snacks that will last well into the morning.”

“Snacks to last into the morning, what do you plan on doing until then?” I ask, instantly regretting it.

“I’m glad you asked, but I’d rather show you instead of telling you.” He mumbles, covering my body with his. “What does this mean?” He asks, lifting my wrist and inspecting my tattoo.

“I’ll tell you about mine if you tell me about yours.” I mumble, but it goes unheard as he stares at me like I better tell him… Now. Jeez, even behind the mask, he’s intimidating. “It means, ‘You are forever in my heart’ in Latin. My parents died when I was younger, and the key with those words is my reminder of them.” I say, hunching my shoulders.

“I’m sorry, but I understand your pain. My mother was taken from me at a young age, too.” His mood turns somber, and I want to do something that will take the pain away from both of us, even if only for a few minutes or the rest of our time together.

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