Page 23 of The Devil and I
“Have you ever been fucked so hard that you can't get out of bed, Rayna?” His tone is so pitch dark that it only adds to my growing need. “Have you ever had a thick cock force itself in that pretty little cunt of yours and beat it up like it's a god damn battering ram?” he growls into the phone, and I can't stop the wanton moan that slips past my lips in response. God, this man has a filthy mouth.
“When I get there, I'm going to make you wish it was a nice, gentle man that found you and brought you home instead of me. The things I'm going to do to that greedy pussy will make assault and battery look like a vacation.”
I groan at the brutally sexual imagery he so easily creates in my mind, my fingers slipping lower to dip into the hot wetness now coating every inch of my sex and dripping down along the curve of my ass. His words are like gasoline for the fire, driving me wild with the need to be fucked exactly the way he threatens to. The way only this sinful beast of a man is capable of.
“Oh, Lucas... you make me ache,” I whimper, my legs quivering as I continue to stroke myself.
“I'm going to make it better, baby. Take those brave fingers of yours and fuck your pussy for me,” he commands down through the phone, his voice equally heavy with rampant lust.
I obey without hesitation. Knowing one finger won't be anywhere near enough for me with the image of Lucas's big cock in my mind, I take my middle and index fingers and press them in deep. The aching tightness clenching down around my fingers makes the breath that rushes out of me unsteady.
“That's it, baby. Feel that? It's not enough, is it?” he teases, and it focuses all of my attention on just how empty I feel. I've grown accustomed to the feel of him stretching my body, the perfect combination of pleasure and a little bit of pain.
“No. Not enough.”
“I'll fix that. When I get home, I'm going to hold you down in my bed and bruise those thighs of yours with how hard I am going to fuck you. You're going to beg me to stop, tell me it's too much,” he growls, his voice so deep and thick it sounds like he has to force the words out from his throat. “But you're going to take every fucking inch I've got, baby. You don't have a choice in that.”
Rocking my hips up, desperate to get my fingers deeper, I whimper and moan into the phone as the filth keeps coming from his mouth. I know normal girls don't get off to the dark, twisted things he is saying, but I can't help myself. I don't want to. This is a level of arousal I've never even dreamed of. I want him so badly it feels like a new kind of madness.
“Fuck yourself, Rayna,” he growls. “Enjoy it while it lasts, because when I get my hands on you I am going to fuck you so rough you're going to need divine intervention to help you recover.”
I gasp, sparks lighting up behind my clit as my palm grinds down against it. My fingers pump a steady rhythm at the apex of my thighs, slipping in and out of me as rough as my small hand can manage.
“Please, Lucas...” I moan breathlessly, feeling myself rushing towards the peak of my climax.
“Don't you dare come until I give you permission. Who the fuck do you belong to, Rayna?” he snarls and I shudder, his harsh command helping me slow my pace.
“You, Lucas,” I gasp, fighting the tide threatening to crash over me, overcome with the desire to please him. “I belong to you.”
“That's right. You're mine. You don't want to know what I'll do to any man that thinks he can take you from me,” he warns, and the madness in his words should register in my brain as danger, but nothing can stop the wave of pleasure riding me hard. My fingers move faster, driving me closer to my orgasm. The sickening possessiveness coming from him only heightens my pleasure, which must mean that I'm sick too.
“Bring yourself right to the edge and hold it. Don't neglect that needy little clit, you know it's my favourite toy.” His absolute control over me steadies me, my body wanting nothing more than to obey the man that owns it. I move my fingers roughly in and out of my sex, blushing wildly at the sounds, revealing just how wet I am. I know he hears it, because he groans into the phone. What he is doing to my body is sinful and filthy, and I love it.
“I should make you wait until I get home to come, as punishment for touching what's mine.” This man is going to ruin me, I know it.
“Please. I can't... I need.”
“What you need is for me to ruin that pussy. Say it, Rayna.” His voice is so low, it's almost hard to hear him over the ambient sounds of him driving.
“I n-need you to ruin me, Lucas,” I stammer, writhing in a tangle of bedsheets, silently pleading for him to let me have the earth shattering orgasm threatening to destroy me.
“Come for me. Now,” he growls darkly, and I gasp sharply as the first ripple of explosion detonates at my clit. The control he has over my mind is beyond anything I've ever known, evident in his ability to spark my orgasm with one command. The volume with which I cry out would have embarrassed me if I wasn't drowning in absolute bliss, the sound wild from the intensity of my climax. “That's my good girl... just like that.”
The wave that crashes through me steals my breath and robs me of whatever sanity I still possess. Never have I ever felt anything this powerful delivered by my own unskilled hand, and I had the man at the other end of the line to thank for it. It felt like drowning, because I couldn't catch my breath until the strangle hold that the orgasm had on me let up.
I whimper, pulling my shaking hand from between my slick thighs, allowing my legs to fall open. Even the barest of touches would short circuit my brain at this point. It is safer to lay like this, as still as I can manage, and try to regulate my erratic breathing.
It takes more breaths than I can count to come down from the high, and the other line hangs silent, as if Lucas is patiently waiting for my return from the clouds. Once I can focus on the call, I notice that Lucas's own breathing is still rough. That realization only brings attention to the ache still settled at my core. It isn't enough; I need him here to take control of the wildfire blazing through me.
“Lucas... it still aches,” I whisper, my words full of the need I can't seem to take care of myself.
“I know, baby. I'm going to finish this job, then I'll come take care of you,” he promises sweetly, the strain in his voice so evident. For the first time since I've met him, he sounds... unstable.
“Go back to sleep, baby. I'll text you in the morning.”
“I'll be waiting,” I promise, disconnecting the call once the line goes dead. I set the phone back on the nightstand and turn over, having to make a serious effort to get comfortable. Thankfully, that one powerful orgasm gave me enough of a release to help me get back to sleep. With thoughts of Lucas dominating my quiet mind, I feel myself drift off back to sleep.
Chapter Sixteen
