Page 42 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“What the hell? Why did you stop?”

“There they are.” She whispers as my eyes travel to the stage where the infamous Devils of Cliffside sit. “Ace.” I whisper.

He makes some sort of announcement, but I tune it out until the moment I see his eyes come to mine. Nothing can make me turn away, but I damn sure pretend I wasn’t just eye fucking him.

As I stare up at that stage and look at him looking good enough to eat, I can’t do anything but watch as he picks out three women that aren’t me to spend his night with.

How is it that he’s gotten even sexier than he was three years ago? Stupid question, but what the hell else am I supposed to think when I stare up at him looking like he just finished modeling for the cover of GQ magazine?

My blood begins to boil as the nerve of that fucker picking three random bimbos for the night. What did I expect? That he was going to wait three years just for me to return and recreate the magical night we spent together? I should go up there and claim him for my damn self.

I sigh because I’m too chickenshit to do that. Just as I’m about to turn and leave, a blindfold slips over my eyes, and I’m being whisked away by someone that feels heavenly pressed against my back. I’m not sure how I feel the outline of his dick pressed against my ass, but I do. I chuck it up to me being extremely horny.

“Where are we going? Why am I blindfolded?” I grunt to which I don’t receive an answer. I didn’t ask to be escorted away to spend a night with a Devil. Been there, done that, and I’m starting to think it was a mistake by coming here.

Well, I can't do anything about that now. Whoever he is, he’s not my Ace, of that I’m sure. Doesn’t matter, once we sate each other’s need for a release, we won’t see one another again.

I feel him give me a look that says be quiet or else. Rude! I’ll ignore that and just keep walking, but it’s not like I have a choice because he’s practically dragging me along.

I hear a door open as I’m being pulled inside. He doesn’t let go of my hand as we come to a halt. I wonder why we’ve stopped.

“What’s going on?” I whisper. “When are you gonna take this thing off?” I ask, reaching up and touching the blindfold.

“When you feel me take it off.” He whispers so low I barely hear it. “Watch your step.” He orders, taking my hand and guiding me forward.

“Thanks.” I turn around and before I can make a full circle, his lips are on mine. They feel full, soft, and taste so sweet.

“Mmmm.” I moan, but stop as soon as I hear him chuckle.

He backs me up until I hit a wall, causing the kiss to break for a mere second. Then he’s back to devouring my lips.

He slides one dress strap off my shoulder as his lips inch their way down my neck, to my shoulder, where he gently sucks. One of his hands grabs my breast and begins to tweak my nipple through the fabric of my dress. Alternating between pinching and pulling, making it grow harder by the second.

I dare not speak a word, because me talking seems to irritate him. Instead I moan, letting him know I like what he’s doing.

No more words pass between us as he pulls my dress down, exposing only my nipples. He takes the blindfold down so I can see what’s about to happen. The silk ribbon drops to the floor as he walks to a control panel on the wall.

Opening the panel door, he pushes the stop button. My eyebrows furrow when he does that and walks back over to me with a devilish smirk on his face.

The rush of cold air against my nipples makes them rock hard, and I see the moment his eyes witness the change, because he licks his lips right before he strides back over to me.

Just when I think he’s about to reclaim my lips, he bends down and claims my nipples with his hands and teeth, pulling a deep growl from my throat.

That must turn him on, because he’s now focusing his attention on each nipple, alternating between, driving me to the brink of an orgasm from this simple act alone.

“I’m going to come if you keep that up.” I announce, and maybe it’s the wrong thing to do, because he lifts his head, looks up at me, and growls.

I see the predatory look in his eyes, and it says ‘don’t you dare fucking come if you know what’s good for you’. I simply nod my head as he goes back to what he was doing. How the hell am I going to survive this torture? What is it with these guys and their need for orgasm denial? Yeah, I googled it, and that’s what it’s called when they think they can control if I come or not. Well, news flash buddy, you can’t.

He’s gotta be a mind reader, because no sooner have the words left my thoughts, is he pulling my dress up. As it bunches around my waist, he nudges my legs wider with his shoulders and settles in between them.

Wholly shit, this is hot as heck. I haven’t had my pussy eaten since Ace hipped me onto it. Bash hasnever- the thought slips my mind as he pushes my thong to the side and latches onto my clit.

“Oh! My. Goodness.” I moan, throwing my head back as my hands fall down and grab his head. From the way he is eating my pussy I’d say he’s hungry, and he doesn’t need my help, but I need to hold onto something so I don’t tip over.

He backs away from me, pulls my hands down, and puts them on my entrance. As I look him in the eyes, I see his hungry gaze, telling me what he wants or rather, what he wants me to do. Beats me as to how I understand, but I do.

So I reach down and part my pussy lips open for him, our eyes never move… Holding each other hostage. Seconds turn into minutes, minutes turn back into seconds as he leans in and sniffs my arousal. I don’t know why I find that sexy, but it’s something I can get used to. Ace did that, too.

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