Page 92 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

When she makes no effort to answer me, I pinch her clit hard, dragging another scream from her perfect lips.

“I asked you a question, Athens.” I growl.

“Yes! Yes, Wyck, I fucking like it.” She bites out.

“That’s my dirty, Little Fox.” I praise her, picking up speed with both my hand and my dick. I’m trying to send her over the edge of my cliff. “Are you going to come for me?”

“No.” She whispers, but it comes out a breathless lie.

“Wrong answer, Little Fox.” I bark, pulling out of her once again, only to flip her on her back and ram my way back inside. “You will come, and you will do it now, because if you don’t, then you won’t come at all tonight.” I yell.

Her eyes widen as she moves up and down from me pounding into her. She feels fucking amazing, and I don’t know how I’ll ever get enough. I pick her legs up again, and throw them over my shoulder as I hit her G-spot over and over, until she begins to shake beneath me.

“Wyck! Oh, fuck!” She yells, and I know her orgasm is right there.

“Give it to me, Athens.”

“Take it. It’s yours.” She whispers before it rocks through her body, causing her eyes to slide closed as she rides out the aftermath. “Wyck! Wyck!” She screams my name as her words roll off her tongue right onto my lips.

Our teeth clash together as we kiss long and hard. She’s still shaking from her orgasm as I pull away from her.

“On your knees.” I command her.

Now it’s my turn for my eyes to bulge out of my head as I watch her sink down to the floor with not a single snide comment coming from her. I smile down, appreciating the fact that she obeyed me.

“Open your mouth.” Imagine my surprise when she doesn’t even fucking hesitate and opens for me, sticking her tongue out. “My dirty, little girl knows what I want. I like that.” I say, grabbing my dick and stroking it.

I pull her head closer to my dick as her tongue darts out and swipes along the tip of me. I hiss when she makes contact, but don’t make any attempt to move.

“Suck my dick like I sucked your clit, Athens.” I watch as recognition crosses her face, before I push my way past those soft, heart-shaped lips I’ve grown to want on every inch of my body.

One time with her wasn’t enough. Hell, two times, didn’t do me any good. I’ve fucked her three times, and I refuse to let her go.

That’s my last thought that I allow to cross my mind as I throw my head back, completely lost from the feel of her sucking my dick.

“You’re doing such a good job, Athens.” I look down at her, grabbing fistfulls of her hair, and holding her head still for me as I feed her my dick. “You look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around my dick like this. Tell me, Athens, canyoumakemecome?” She looks at me with pure mischief burning bright in her eyes before she pulls back and answers.

“Why don’t you tell me, Wyck?” She mumbled those words before she had me eating them.

She leans back in and wraps her lips just around my head. She sucks deep, long, and hard. Pulling back a little, flicking her tongue around it, and letting it slip inside the hole.

I’m momentarily stunned, but not for long as she licks her way up and down my dick, peppering kisses and giving it little sucks along the way. Lastly, she takes a hold of it, and pulls me back so far down her throat she gags.

That single move right there has me pulling from her mouth, shoving her back and shooting my cum over her face, hair, and clothes.

“You dirty, fucking girl.” I growl. “Open your fucking mouth.” I command, still stroking my dick as she opens for me. “Take every last, drop, it’s not good to waste perfectly good cum like this.” I laugh, and watch in excitement as she opens wide for me and takes the last bit of my release down her throat. “Before you swallow it, let me have a taste.” What can I say? I’m a nasty man.

She holds my cum in her mouth as I lick her lips right before I kiss her. Sticking my tongue inside, I taste myself mixed with her spit, and I’m getting hard all over again. We turn our heads from side to side as I grab hers and pull her even closer into me.

She wraps her arms around my neck as I pull her up into a standing position.

“Wyck, how long have you known who I was?” She breathes into me, not taking her mouth off mine.

“I had my suspicions the night my father put his hands on you, that’s why I asked about your tattoo.”

“It’s different since the last time you saw it.” She hangs her head down, letting her conscience get to her. “Why do I feel like this after all we’ve done? I know we shouldn’t have let this happen, but for the life of me, I loved every fucking minute of it.” She sighs, and I know what she’s going to say next. “I’m still going to marry your father.” She declares, and that does nothing but piss me the fuck off.

“Even after what he did to you.”“Yes, even after he was rough with me.” She says as if that makes it all better.

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