Page 141 of Dance With A Devil
I almost cry.
Then I’m flipped like a ragdoll, face down, ass up, before he slams back inside me.
“Fuck, you feel even tighter like this.” His voice turns ragged, primal.
The slap of skin echoes in the night.
His fingers dig bruises into my hips, pulling me back into each thrust like he’s trying to own me with the sheer force of his cock.
“Say it,” he snarls. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m, fuck, yours, yours, yours!”
I break.
And he doesn’t stop.
He fucks me through the tremors, through the screams, through the bliss that turns my vision white beneath theblindfold. My body’s not even mine anymore. It'shis. Theirs. Whatever Devil owns me next.
“I’m gonna come,” I gasp, wrecked.
“Good,” he growls behind me. “Because I’m not done.”
“Nobody could make me stop now.”
His laugh is low and feral, something wicked and unhinged that rattles my spine. It’s the kind of sound that should scare me. Maybe it does. But I let it slide, because whatever fear I feel… it’s tangled up in something far filthier.
He shoves me down just enough to arch my back, hand finding my clit like he owns the right to touch me there, and God help me, maybe he does. His fingers pinch my swollen bud, rolling it between them with expert cruelty. That’s all it takes.
I detonate.
My orgasm hits like a fucking wrecking ball, violent, blinding, breathtaking. My legs tremble, my core convulses, and I cry out for him like I’ve forgotten how to breathe.
“F-fuck! Yes! Don’t stop, don’t-”
And then he does the unthinkable, he slams in,hard. So deep, it feels like he’s buried in my guts. My body lurches forward as I shatter again, stars spinning behind my eyes even though I’m blindfolded. I see darkness. Ifeelit. I’m suspended in it.
“I’m, God, I’m coming!”
His grip bruises my hips, holding me down like he wants to leave fingerprints on my soul. “Give it to me. All of it,” he snarls. “I want them to know I was here. That I had my cock so far inside this greedy pussy, you’ll still feel me dripping out of you when the sun comes up.”
I hear him, but the words are garbled, drowned out by the static in my head. My brain’s gone to white noise, and all I can feel is heat and fullness and filth.
And then I feel it.
His release.
Hot. Endless. Possessive.
Flooding me like he wants to breed me.
My legs fall open even wider. Ilet him. Iwanthim to ruin me. To claim me. To mark me so deeply there’s no hiding what happened out here tonight.
“Such a perfect little slut,” he breathes, voice dipping into something low and reverent. His thrusts slow, but they never lose their weight. “So fucking good for me.”
One final slap to my ass, sharp, stinging, proprietary.
“Sorry, sweetheart. Hit and run. Gotta regroup with the others. Don’t take off that blindfold ‘til you can’t hear me anymore. Be good for the next Devil, yeah?”
