Page 53 of Devil's Property
His breathing labored, he flicked his finger back and forth until the tiny nub was engorged and sensitive. “You’re very wet for me, Fallon.”
“No. Never.”
“Why lie to yourself and to me?” He continued tormenting me and only seconds later, I realized I was humping his hand. Every rocking move allowed me to undulate across his thick, hard cock. He was throbbing as much as my pussy, the buzz of electricity crackling.
He thrust his fingers past my swollen folds and another more ragged moan escaped my lips. I was tossed into a moment of rapture, hating myself the entire time. How had my disgust for him shifted so quickly into something else?
The combined rhythm he used was incredible, slow then fast, curling his fingers until he hit my G-spot. I couldn’t breathe enough oxygen to fill my lungs. The lingering stinging sensations were nothing in comparison to the incredible pleasure as my pussy pulsed continuously.
As I bucked against him, he chuckled as if he knew he was breaking down my defenses. I closed my eyes, fighting the sensations, yet there was no turning back. He knew my body.
He knew exactly how to play me like an instrument. And he did so brilliantly. Within seconds, a climax rushed through me. I clamped my fingers around his leg, digging my nails in as the orgasm pivoted from a joyful moment into an intense wave. Electric sensations prickled every inch of skin.
“Oh…” I couldn’t articulate a single word as stars floated across my eyes. He was unraveling all of me, exposing not only my weaknesses, but the woman who’d hungered for a firm hand. Was that really the truth? Did I crave for a man to dominate me, to do with me what he wanted?
The answer was in the forefront of my mind, but I shut it down.
When the high slowly began to crash, he removed his fingers, patting my bottom with the palm of his hand.
“What do you want from me, Fallon? What will it take for you to trust me?”
I was still taking scattered breaths when he pulled me onto his lap. The simple act was even more sinful than the spanking or the brutal fucking from only hours before.
With the sun cresting over the horizon, I almost laughed since I’d intended on killing the man. Not fucking him.
Or him fucking me.
But that’s all I could think about. Not driving a knife into his heart or blowing his brains out with his dangerous-looking Sig Sauer, but fucking him. The longing was so overwhelming that I couldn’t hold back my words or the almost desperate need that had overrun my senses.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
While his eyes opened wider, allowing me to see an incredible glow from the sun, I could tell he wasn’t surprised. He thought he knew me so well. He didn’t.
Well, maybe with the art of seduction.
“Is that what you really want, Fallon? To have my cock buried deep inside of you?”
“Yes. Please.”
After tossing the belt, he took a deep breath and the next second, my dress was ripped off and tossed aside. He didn’t bother unbuttoning his shirt, ripping the buttons off as he jerked it open. The moment he exposed his chest, wild horses couldn’t stop the gasp thrusting from my mouth.
I’d known the man was a creature of beauty, a godlike being that emulated perfection in the most perilous of ways. But to see his barrel chest and carved six-pack abs literally took my breath away.
My mouth watered annoyingly from the sight of him and I could tell by his smirk and the twinkle in his eyes he knew exactly what I was thinking.
And craving.
Unable to stop my heated actions, I rubbed my hands against his chest, marveling in the tingling sensations jetting down both arms.
“Do you see something you crave, my little Fallon?”
“Oh, God, yes.” The words left my mouth before I could stop them.
He wasn’t interested in playing games. I could tell by the serious look in his eyes. He lifted me off his lap, tossing me into the center of the bed, and wasted no time removing the remainder of his clothes.
The man wasn’t just perfectly built, he was the mold other men should be made from. Tall, dark, and handsome couldn’t begin to describe his insanely handsome structure. Every sound I made was in appreciation of his magnificent body.
His eyes remained dark as they roamed my body.
