Page 44 of Devoted
Pulling my fingers out of her mouth with a loud pop, I leave a slick trail down her chest until I reach her nipple again, flicking it with a newfound speed and then repeating the move on her other peak.
Her back arches, her body pressing closer to mine while I continue playing with her lovely tits. Never in a million years would I have thought I could find someone who sees my intensity and not only reflects it, but feeds it with vicious ideas of her own. I’m dying to hear more of her desires.
I straighten, removing my soaked knee off her pussy in the process. “Knight—” she begins to complain. Reaching down, I shush her with a smack to the center of her cunt. Not one hard enough to hurt, only hard enough to put her in her place.
“You’ve let me be in charge, Vivian. You’ll take what I give youwhenI decide to give it.” I circle her clit lightly with my fingers, hopefully taking away any of the sting left behind. She growls in frustration when I only spend a few seconds giving her pleasure. There’s a sweet kind of justice in edging her like she’s edged me for months.
“Tell me more about your fantasies, darling.”
“Will you touch me while I tell you?” She almost pleads, suddenly leaning onto her elbows to get a better look.
“No, no,” I mock. The sound of my zipper cuts off her reply, and her eyes dart down to watch me take myself out. Swiping my fingers through her pussy, I gather her slick and coat it onto my cock. “But you can watch me and touch yourself as you speak.”
Her hand flies between her thighs, the needy act makes a laugh escape me. With every second I spend with her as she openly shares her body and soul with me, I feel something healing within myself. Bit by excruciating bit.
“I love the idea of waking up to you between my legs,” she moans, thrumming her clit with her middle finger. Stepping closer, I settle my cock merely an inch above her hand, stroking myself at a much slower pace than she’s going. Patience doesn’t seem to be a virtue with this lustful girl. “With your mouth or your cock inside me.”
As Vivian’s hand moves lower and as a finger dips into that lovely cunt, I settle the tip of my cock onto her clit. “You’d let me take you in your sleep, darling?”
“I love the idea of you craving me so much,” she confesses, adding in a second finger. They’re so small that two of them just barely compare to the size of one of mine. “Would you want the same from me?” Vivian stares between us, her hips seizing each time I tap the tip onto her.
“Always,” I growl, my voice almost unrecognizable to me. “Wanton girl, are your little fingers not enough to please you?”
“No,” she cries, hips still pumping to the cadence of my taps. With my free hand, I trail my middle finger from the crook of her knee, down her inner thigh, until I bump into her two slickened digits.
“Is this what you need?” I ask, inserting my finger along the two of hers, immediately dominating the space. Her needy cunt sucks my finger in, coating me with her pleasure.
“Yes—no!” she screams, and I’m thankful her roommate is currently behind the bar at the club. Otherwise, we would have definitely been caught.
“Yes or no, Vivian?” With more force, I pump my finger as deep as it can go, holding it there until she answers my question.
“No, it’s not what I want,” she whines and throws her head back. I can tell she’s fighting to keep her bossiness in check. “I want to feel you inside,” she pleads toward the ceiling.
“Oh, but I am inside,” I tease, fluttering my finger inside her.
Her eyes snap back in my direction with a glare that could take down most men. “I swear to fucking god, Kni—” She interrupts herself with a loud groan when I curl my finger into her.
“You were saying, my queen?” I grin, continuing to pet her from the inside.
“In me. Now,” she demands, falling into the role as my ruler.
“I need to know if we need a condom, darling.” I have a few in my pocket, shoved in from when I was praying she wouldn’t call the police on me for deciding to break into her room. Obviously, being prepared with the condoms was the correct choice.
Vivian bites her lip, trailing her eyes across my clothed body to the only exposed part of me, but meets my eyes again when she speaks. “I’m clear and on birth control.”
To her chagrin, I remove my finger from her cunt, batting away her fingers in the process. “My last physical was clear as well.” I inch my cock down from her clit, dragging along her wet center until I reach her entrance.
“Good, now fuck me and fill me with your cum, or I’m gonna throw you on this bed and ride the fuck out of you.” The filthy fucking mouth on this woman. I am certainly not against that idea, but our dynamic tonight has suited both of us well, a little once in a while role reversal.
“Another day, darling.” I leave one of her legs to stay braced against the edge of the bed while I take the other into the crook of my arm. Her legs are spread open, ass hanging just off the side of the bed, and pussy rubbing deliciously against my cock. “Tonight, you’re at my mercy.” I kiss her knee beside my face as I thrust into her for the first time.
Vivian moans and her body shakes at my intrusion, grinding down and pulling me in like she cannot get enough. Her eyes pinch shut, her breath heavy in her chest as she takes a second to calm.
I’m barely faring better. The vise she has on my cock could make me spill into her this very second if I wasn’t squeezing her thigh for dear life.
“You feel so damn good,” she cries out, scrambling from leaning on her elbows to bracing her hands at her sides so she can lean and get a better view of where we are joined. “Keepfucking me.” Vivian’s eyes are wide with hunger. “Please,” she adds sweetly.
I listen, slowly dragging myself so only my tip stays enveloped by her before I haul her thigh toward my chest, making her slam onto my cock. I repeat the motion, more shoving her onto me than me thrusting into her, and she is loving it.
