Page 55 of Brutal Devil
“Do you know what I could do right now,topolina? I could pull down your hot little yoga pants and bury my tongue in your pussy. Your bare ass would be pressed against this glass while you ride my face, and no one down there would even know.”
She inhales sharply, gripping my shoulder with one hand. “You’d have to have my permission first.”
I tongue the hollow behind her ear. “Oh, I think we both know I already have it. You were so wet for me this morning.”
She makes a throaty sound and hooks her leg around my hip, holding me to her.
I work my way down her throat, licking and nipping. She smells so fucking good, and she feels even better, her hard nipples begging to be sucked as she presses them into my chest.
I brought her here for a distraction, to give her a change of scenery. But now, I’m on fire.
“You like the idea of me fucking you up here, don’t you, baby?” I find the place where her pulse is fluttering fast, like a butterfly’s wings, and I kiss her there. “You like the idea of mefilling you with my dick while all those people below don’t have a clue.”
Luna makes another sound. “You talk too much, gangster.”
I smile against her smooth, warm skin. “Why? You have better uses for my mouth?”
She doesn’t say anything, so I fist her tank and yank it up, watching as her tits pop free. I’ve seen them before, but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate them, because they’re perfect just like the rest of her. High and full, her nipples jutting toward me.
I take the glass of wine from her and tip it toward her left breast, ever so slightly. A thin stream of red drizzles over her bare skin, running down her nipple. It’s traveling quickly, so I don’t waste any time in licking it off then swirling my tongue around her nipple.
Luna makes a soft sound of surprise, arching her back. I suck hard, making sure to clean up every drop of wine. Then I pour a thin rivulet on her other breast and do the same. I don’t stop until she’s writhing against me, until her fingers are tunneling through my hair.
Then I raise my head and hold her gaze. Her big brown eyes are almost eclipsed by dark, dilated pupils. I hold the wineglass to her lips and tilt it gently, allowing her to take a sip.
Moving it away, I tilt it again, sending wine down her throat. With a groan, I lick it up, liking the game too much. It dribbles down between her tits before I catch the last of it on my tongue. My cousin’s wine has never been so fucking good.
But I want more. Playing isn’t enough.
With one hand, I slide my fingers under the waistband of her yoga pants and panties, and then I yank the elastic down. Sinking to my knees, I pull everything to her ankles. She watches me, lips parted, dark red from my mouth on hers and from wine. She’s like a dream.
I hold out the wineglass for her. “Your turn.”
For a second, I think she’ll argue. Put up a fight. But I must have taken her over the edge, and her resistance is gone. Swallowing hard, she tips the wineglass toward her. Red trickles down, starting between her breasts and then sliding lower. I watch as it pools in her belly button then spills again, running straight to her pussy.
Fuck yes.
I don’t even bother starting at the top. Holding her hips in my hands, I sip at her belly button and then follow the wine all the way to her clit. I lap at her, tasting wine and her mixed together as she makes a strangled sound from somewhere above and pumps her hips toward me.
Catching her gaze, I rock back onto my heels. “Delicious, baby. Give me some more.”
She drizzles wine on herself again, and I lick her clean, this time lingering to suck and bite at her, a man consumed. Then I hook her leg over my shoulder and spear her with my tongue, fucking her deep.
“Priest,” she cries out. “Holy shit. Fuck.”
I know the feeling. She tastes amazing, and I love fucking her pussy this way, drinking her up, and making her wild for me. She’s so hot and wet, moaning, rubbing her pussy on my face, and it’s the single most erotic moment of my life.
I’m relentless, driving into her then sucking her clit, until she’s whimpering. Wine spills on the carpet, splashes on her, on me. We don’t care. We’re both lost to everything but each other. I grip her firm cheeks and then can’t resist slicking some of the wetness seeping from her between them, over her tight hole. She stiffens and clenches, pushing forward into my face.
I tilt my head back so she can see herself all over me, keeping my finger pressed tightly to her ass. “Someday, I’m going to fuck you here, baby.”
She catches her lower lip in her teeth, watching me, obscenely beautiful against the backdrop of the never-sleeping casino. While she watches, I suck on her clit and increase the pressure on that tight ring of muscle, working my way into her.
“Priest,” she says again, breathless. “Please.”
I love making this woman beg for me. It’s more addictive than any drug. I keep sucking, pushing, giving her body time to adjust. I’m knuckle-deep when she twists against me, the pressure of my finger in her ass and the suction I keep up on her clit leaving her with no choice.
She comes hard, falling against me, and it’s beautiful.
