Page 136 of Dance With A Devil
She’s close again. I feel it. Her thighs tremble, her pussy clenches. So I stop.
Again.
She screams in frustration.
“Let me out!” she growls. “Or make me come!”
I release her. She collapses to the ground and sprawls out like she owns the fucking woods. “If you won’t make me come, I’ll do it myself.”
She grabs the toy and shoves it between her legs.
I dive on her, pinning her arms above her head, ripping the toy away.
“You fucking tease,” I growl.
She stares up at me, lips swollen, breasts bruised, bloodied, perfect.
Then she stops fighting… and unbuttons my jeans.
The world tilts. Her fingers free me, and I stand so she can strip me properly. On her knees, she looks up like I’m her altar.
“Take them off,” she whispers.
I obey. When my cock springs free, she grins like the devil’s daughter and yanks me down into a kiss that devours.
“You’ve got perfect lips,” she moans. “I wanted them on my pussy, but I need you inside me.”
Fuck.
I drape my shirt over her shoulders and walk her backward until her spine hits the tree. Mask still on, I claim her mouth again, then lift her, her legs locking around me like a fucking vice.
She guides me to her entrance. One thrust, and I’m home.
She’s tight. Hot. Slick. Dangerous. Like a velvet vice threatening to own me forever.
She fucks me.
Riding me like she was made for it, taking what she needs, chasing her own damn release. I’m so used to control that it short-circuits something in me to let go, to let her use me.
“Please, fuck me back. I need it.”
I grip her throat and give her what she asked for. Hard, deep, punishing strokes. Her head tilts, her eyes roll back, and her walls clamp down. I whisper, “Not yet,” trying to hold back.
She shatters anyway.
“Oh God! I’m coming!”
Her pussy milks me as she cries out. And that’s it.
I’m gone.
“Athens!” I roar, spilling inside her with no shame, no protection, no plan except to remember this moment forever.
She giggles through heavy breaths. “Now I’m tired.”
I grab the voice changer again. “There will be no sleep tonight, Little Lady.”
She groans. “Snack or nap. Pick one.”
