Page 35 of Dance With A Devil
And I let him feel my answer. I hum around him, throat tightening as I take him deeper, farther, until he brushes the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he grunts, hips jerking forward as he loses that iron grip of control. “That tells me everything I need to know.”
Good.
Because I want them all to know.
I want to be their secret weapon, their ruined obsession. I want them to use me until there’s nothing left but bones and breathless moans.
Wyck’s grip tightens, dragging my mouth over his cock as he fucks my throat in slow, filthy thrusts, watching every reaction I give him.
And I give himeverything.
“Harder,” I mumble, voice mangled around him.
He does.
Healwaysdoes.
This time, when he thrusts back in, there’s no hesitation.
Just force.
Just ruin.
He drives himself deeper, past resistance, past reason, past mercy.
“Flatten that tongue, baby,” he growls, voice wrecked and dripping with control. “I want the back of your fucking throat, and your tongue’s in my way.”
There’s something wicked about the way he says it, like he’s molding me into something darker, something filthier. I obey without hesitation, ignoring the desperate scrape of my gag reflex. He wants submission? He can have it.
I feel his cock twitch the moment I yield.
He’s close. Iknowthat twitch. Ilivefor it.
Our rhythm is brutal and perfect, a collision of want and war. He fucks my mouth like he owns it, like he’s branding the back of my throat with every savage thrust. Each moan he releases is laced with sin, gritted out between clenched teeth like he’s trying not to fall apart.
He tilts his head, and our eyes lock.
That smirk.
That fucking smirk.
It splits across his face like a warning, and then hesnaps, fucking me harder, faster, like he’s chasing madness. His legs falter. His hips jerk.
He’s there.
His orgasm surges, cum spilling from his cock just as I pull away to watch. His hand wraps around himself, finishing the job like a goddamn devil painting the world in white heat.
I watch, transfixed.
No words. No shame.
Only hunger.
A silent command flickers in his eyes, and I move.
My lips seal around him, and he feeds it to me, thick, hot, and perfect. I take every drop. Let it coat my throat. Swallow it like sacrament.
