Page 75 of Devanté
She tucked her plump bottom lip between her teeth and locked eyes with me. Fuck. She was fine as hell. “Yup. I’m telling you no,” she said trying to move away.
“Wrong answer, Blake. You can give it to Daddy like a good girl or I can take it like I know you want me to.” I was hungry and I was tired of waiting for my meal to offer itself to me. It was time to devour.
“Can’t we wait a second? I can get Noa to leave and…” I didn’t respond with words. I unbuckled my belt.
“Put that ass in the air for me, baby.” I stood behind her, inching her closer to my car. When she was right up against the hood, I bent her over without protest. In one motion, I tugged her pants down. The sight of her sunkissed ass made my dick ache to be inside of her.
I pushed inside her slick pussy without mercy. Her moan was controlled at first but once I dug all the way in, Blake lost herself in a mad sea. I only know because I was gladly drowning along with her.
“Fuck, Blake…I missed your pussy.” I slapped her ass and she squeaked matching a high note Jill Scott hit in the background.
I was home. I was where I needed to be, right inside the warmest place on earth.
“Devanté!” She cried. Her voice was so sweet, so fucking hungry. I pounded harder, trying to ignore the need to come inside her. I couldn’t fight the way her slippery pussy pulled my cock. She was so damn tight and hot.
I reached out and yanked on her long hair, wrapping it around my knuckles so I could feed her every inch of dick I had…and it was a lot. Her labored panting let me know she was close. I wasn’t done though.
I pulled out enough to marvel at the way she polished my cock with her needy cunt. When she whimpered for me to push back inside of her, I didn’t disappoint. I drilled.
We’d become unstitched from the fabric of the world. Nothing else existed outside of us. Nothing else mattered outside of us. We were hurling through the universe. Colliding, crashing, melting into each other.
Her pussy was magic and I was caught up in every spell she cast. I slid my hands along her body, soaking in every inch of brown skin slipping beneath the pads of my fingers. Her body was a work of ancient art. Only something older than time could craft something so fine. Something so holy.
Between her thighs laid hallowed ground. She had to have been anointed by God himself. With every stroke, sigils of protection and love soaked through to my bones.
Her legs started to shake and her walls squeezed me so tight I saw starbursts. “Shit, you feel good,” I groaned.
“I’m gonna come, Devanté. Oh my god!”
“Me too, fuck.” I tipped my head back letting the sunlight bathe my face. I dug into her pussy and stayed there, letting her pulse and throb around my stiff dick. When she clamped down around me, I was helpless. I exploded inside of her.
“God, yes,” she moaned. “I love it when you come inside me.”
“Goddammit, Blake. Talking like that is going to get your sexy ass fucked again.” Even after I was spent, my dick jerked. It felt amazing but it ached. Like if I didn’t thrust in and out of her wet pussy, I’d die.
She tried to stand up but I pressed my palm flat against her back pushing her down on the hood of the car again. “Devanté, what are you doing?” Her voice slipped out with a laugh but I wasn’t laughing.
Never in my fucking life have I needed a woman the way I needed Blake. She did things to me I didn’t know could be done. Like making my dick hard back to back before I even pulled out the first time.
When I started fucking her, she gasped. Her hands searched for something to grab on to because I wouldn’t let up. I had to hammer her. I had to give her the same unrelenting energy she was giving me. I didn’t care if we were outside. I didn’t care if Noa was in the house. I only cared about feeling Blake. Connecting. Digging deep.
Devouring.
I nudged her knee up on the car and fucked her like a savage. I fucked her until Jill ran out of songs to sing and Blake’s voice sounded weak and hoarse. She’d be ruined for her party tonight. I still wasn’t done. If she let me, I’d fuck her until she couldn’t walk.
Our second round ended with both of us trembling through another soul-rocking orgasm. Blake’s thighs were wet with her juices and I was coated in them proudly. The savage in me wanted to finish devouring her but I knew we had to revisit the real world. As much as I wanted to stay outside and fuck her all day until the sun dropped in the sky, I couldn’t.
When I finally released her, she straightened her clothes and looked at me like I was a stranger. Her round cheeks were stained with tear streaks. I knew beneath her rich melanin she was mottled with crimson.
Her silence roared around us. Big, round eyes blinked up at me and I was transported back to when we were kids. When she used to look at me like that it meant she was in awe.
I remember her looking at me with a similar expression after I told her she didn’t need a date to prom because I was taking her. Stunned silence. It looked gorgeous on her.
“Now we can go in the house,” I told her, fastening my belt.
“Okay, Daddy…” she purred with a creaky voice. Hearing her call me daddy made my chest tighten.
“You better stop, Blake. I haven’t seen you in almost two weeks and you’ve been avoiding me most of that time. I’m fucking ravenous and I will swallow you whole.”
