Page 74 of Wicked Believer
Oh God.
I don’t think I can take another inch of him with how tightly wound I am from that vibrator, but then he slams home, topping out, his balls smacking against me as I moan, all thought lost completely.
We both become animals then. Lost in each other.
He fucks me hard, gripping my hips so tight I know without looking there will be bruises from where his fingers dig into me as the table’s legs start to buckle and shake, cracking beneath Lucifer’s immortal strength.
One of the legs splinters, but I’m still unable to move or do anything but take him, and to my surprise, when he reaches around to finger my clit from behind, lifting my ass up like I’m his perfect little whore, an even more intense orgasm builds inside me.
He pulls out the butt plug roughly. Lubricated with his spit, he shoves one of his fingers into the tight bud of my ass, giving me the extra amount of stimulation I need to nearly send me careening over the edge. He’s wringing it out of me, drawing this out. Making it more torturous and intense than before.
“You willnotcome yet, Charlotte,” he growls as I almost clench and shatter completely. “Do I make myself clear?”
“Please, sir,” I beg, crying and panting, starting to pulse around him as I feel the hot spurts of his cum paint the walls of my pussy.
At this point, I’m no longer above begging.
“Please!”
The feeling of him emptying himself in me, of him throbbing until he’s been milked clean where my pussy’s been stretched for him, when I’m already so hot, so close, is so delicious and perfect and torturous and nasty it makes me shake from head to toe as I struggle to hold back my own release. An even more powerful orgasm threatens.
But he hasn’t given me his permission.
I strain against the ropes painfully.
“Oh fuck ... I can’t ... Please, Lucifer!” I shout, a string of incoherent babble tearing from my lips.
I can’t get enough of him.
I want him on me, in me, everywhere.
Any place that I can take him.
“Please!” I sob.
“Show me you’ve learned your lesson.”
“I’m yours. I’m yours, okay? Even when you’re away. I won’t touch what’s yours. Just ... please let me cum, Daddy?” I cry, unable to control myself any longer.
His dark chuckle rolls through me. “Cum big, little dove.”
My orgasm tears through me, furious and out of my control. I pulse and pulse, a sudden gush of hot fluid rushing out from somewhere deep inside me, like his whole point was to show me that I’mhisand his alone to command. The devastation that reminder wreaks on myheart, on every inch of my body that strains against the ropes, is nearly overwhelming.
I chose this. I chose him.
Horns and all.
Fuck Lilith.
I feel myself continue to throb and throb, the awareness of my own heartbeat and the fluttering in my chest making me lose myself completely.
I’m nothing without this, without him.
Only as good as he makes me.
Finally, when I start to come back down from my haze, the last shudders of my release quivering through me, Lucifer’s smooth, lithe hand gently strokes me, brushing me like I’m one of the keys of his piano, until one final drum of pleasure cleaves me in two.
I’m swollen and dripping, I’m so full of him.
