Page 101 of Date with a Devil
“So what are we gonna do? Just let him get away with it?”
“I wrote about him in the story, so now everyone knows about the gag order, and the interview, and his stunt with the PI. The ball’s in his court, so let’s just see how things play out from here.”
“This sucks. This fuckingsucks. He’s gonna get away with it.”
She put her finger to his lips. “Shh. Calm down. I told you I wanna bring him down, didn’t I? We’ll get him fired. Just trust me, okay?”
He deeply sighed. “Fine.”
“Good boy.” She held her hockey boyfriend’s chiseled jaw in her hand and rewarded him with a kiss. With each kiss, she felt his anger and frustration melt from his lips. Soon, his bath towel began to rise.
“Pitching a tent?” Austen giggled, wrapping her fingers around the protrusion. “God, I wanna ride that thing.”
“Ugh,” he grunted. “Don’t even tease me. No condoms, remember?”
Austen wryly smiled. “Yeah. But look what I found when I was cleaning up.” She scampered over to her night stand and held up one last condom.
Dane didn’t waste any time—he splayed his towel open in a flash. His thick cock swung into the air, freed. “Come here,” he said. “Right now.”
“Such an animal,” she said, tossing the square package at him.
Dane bit down on the foil and tore the package open. He placed the rubber over his tip and rolled it down his length. “Get over here.”
“Not yet.”
She hooked her thumbs under her panties and rocked her hips from side to side. She loved teasing the horny athlete—he looked so crazed when she made him wait! He grumbled and grunted and swore when she turned around and ever so slowly pulled the panties down her rear. But when she pulled her panties back up to the lengthen the tease, she’d crossed a line.
Dane swiped at her panties with his massive paw, and gave a powerful yank. The lace loudly tore, and the item broke right off of her hips. Suddenly nude from the waist down, Austen whipped around and stared at the hockey player with her mouth agape. She was both disappointed and strangely aroused by his primal lust.
“Dane!” she yelped. “That was my favorite pair!”
“I’ll buy you more,” he said with a snarl. He grabbed her by the hip and pulled her near. “I’ll buy you all the sexy panties you want.”
“Well—I do like that idea,” she said as she climbed into his lap and straddled him. “But you can’t go breaking them all just because you bought them, okay?”
She leaned back and slid her glistening slit along his sheathed cock. With his hardness rubbing against her puffy folds, her juices began to trickle.
“I can’t promise I’ll be able to control myself,” he whispered as he grabbed and smacked a handful of her ass. “Especially if you keep teasing me like that.”
She’d learned last night that his girth put the perfect pressure onallthe right places, once she was accommodated to his size. She positioned his tip against her entry, wrapped her arms around his muscled neck, and slowly sat back on him.
“God, you’re huge,” she told him as he stretched her.
She took her time, working him in inch by inch, until, at last, the athlete was buried inside her. She anchored her hands on his muscled chest, ran her fingers through his chest hair, and began to swivel her hips on his manhood. Faster, harder, she rocked her hips until she bounced on him.
She was sure her neighbors hated her now, but even with Dane’s large hand covering her mouth, she couldn’t quiet her screams of delight. His big cock stuffed her. She never felt so perfectly full, sowhole,in her life.
Dane tossed her onto her back, spread her legs, and mounted her. He thrust all the way in, his pelvis touched hers, and he whispered raspy, dirty nothings into her ear that made her clench and seep:
“You’re so wet, babe …”
“This pussy is mine …”
“Fuck, you squeeze me so tight …”
Chapter 40
Dane
