Page 80 of Sold to the Devil
Tease.
“Matt,” I pout.
He chuckles darkly before finally removing his underwear, leaving him naked. My eyes scan his bare, scar-streaked body, my heart racing at the sight of his muscles bulging and rolling beneath his skin with every movement. My breath catches when my gaze falls on his bulging erection, a bead of precum letting me know how aroused he is.
I shift slightly, so he can sit down too. I move to rest my back against his chest, but he stops me. I raise an eyebrow in confusion, and he smirks. I squeak in surprise as he lifts me up and straddles me. Water splashes onto the floor, and I look up at him with parted lips and wide eyes.
“Matt!”
He pulls me closer by my hips and I moan softly when I feel his hard cock against my folds. I start to grind myself against him and a loud groan escapes his throat as he throws his head back.
“Fuck,” he mumbles.
His fingers grip my hips and he helps me with my movements, quickening the pace. Loud moans escape our lips and I lean down to crush mine on his in a hungry, brutal kiss. He licks my lower lip, asking for entrance, and I let him in, making him moan louder.
One of his hands slides along my hip as he lifts me with the other. I feel him guide his member to my entrance and let it slide between my folds, his dark eyes deep in mine.
“May I?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
I moan loudly as he thrusts in one swift, brutal motion. He groans in pleasure at the feel of my warmth around his cock and his lips part.
“So wet,” he groans.
His hands grip my hips again and he begins to guide me up and down his cock, causing loud moans to escape my swollen lips. I grab his shoulders for support, my nails digging into his skin making him hiss and grunt when pain mixes with pleasure.
I cry out his name when he suddenly shifts beneath me, his hands firmly gripping my ass as he moves at a relentless pace, immediately finding my G-spot. He grins devilishly at the sound of his name escaping my lips like a prayer. I close my eyes and he slaps my ass, making me squeak and flutter my eyelids open.
“Watch me when I fuck you, slut,” he spits in a dominant tone.
My lips part further as he increases his pace, and I moan loudly. His lips land on one of my nipples, swirling his tongue over it before biting it. I moan louder and feel him smirk against my chest. He leans back, his left hand resting on my throat, guiding me onto his cock to join his movements.
“Matt!” I whimper so loud it sounds like a scream. “It's too much!”
“You can take it,” he growls.
I start to feel my orgasm coming fast but I know he won't let me come without me begging him first. “Please, Matt!” I moan, my legs already starting to shake.
“Please what?” He groans, his dark eyes locked on mine, his jaw clenched.
“Please, let me come. Please, please, please!” I bite my lip to hold back another cry of pleasure.
He groans in pleasure and leans down to press his lips to mine before leaning back and nodding. “Come for me, princess.”
My whole body begins to shake as the knot of my orgasm unravels and pleasure floods my senses. My eyes close as my mouth hangs open, my head thrown back as best I can with his hand still around my throat, his name escaping my lips in a loud moan.
“Oh fuck!” He moans at the feeling of my walls tightening around his cock.
He keeps his pace but his movements become more erratic and I know he's close. It takes him a few more strokes before he unleashes his hot cum inside me, making me moan again as he groans loudly.
He pulls out slowly, but I wince in pain, already feeling sore. I fall into his arms, he holds me close, placing a tender kiss on the top of my head. He mutters a spell to cleanse the bath of our waste and warm the water. He strokes my back tenderly, and I sigh contentedly against his chest.
“You were perfect, princess. I love you.”
I smile softly and kiss his chest, making him laugh. He washes my hair thoroughly and rinses it before doing the same to my body. He washes himself, then picks me up and stands up, carrying me out of the tub. He places a towel on the counter and sits me down on it, to wrap another towel around my body. He wraps one around his waist so he can take care of me first.
He carefully dries me off and dresses me in my panties and pajamas. He takes me in his arms and carries me to the bed, slowly slipping me under the silk sheets. He kisses my temple and goes back into the bathroom. A minute later, he's back, only wearing boxers. He slides under the sheets, and I snuggle against him as his arms wrap around my body. One of his hands moves to my thigh, he lifts my leg to rest it on top of his, my thigh pressed against his crotch. With his other hand, he strokes my back tenderly.
