Page 73 of Devious
He goes and grabs the champagne bottle from the ice in the bucket, and he lightly tugs the strings of my dress until my breasts are on full display. He licks his lips as he holds the bottle to my mouth.
“Drink, my nymph.”
I open wide, and he pours the red beverage in my mouth and on my nipples. I flinch at the coolness of the drink.
“Push your tits together.”
I do what he says, and he leans down and brings my right nipple into his mouth. He sucks softly, then takes the other nipple in his mouth, awakening every cell in my body.
“Fuck,” I moan. My nipples are growing sensitive, and my clit and my core are pulsing with arousal. Pure adrenaline courses through my veins, and my heart beats faster than a drum at a rock concert. Devious pours the alcohol down my stomach, and he licks my torso. I shudder at his warm tongue.
He yanks my G-string down, and I bite my lips.
“Hurry up and fuck me, Devious.” I moan loudly.
“How do you want me to fuck you?”
“Like I’m a slut.”
“Say please.”
“What?”
“Say please.”
“Please.”
He gets on his knees, and I loop one leg over his shoulders as he pours champagne on my clit and rests the bottle on the floor. He licks me viciously, and I moan out his name as I ride his face. I let out a scream as I come on his tongue.
He stands up, and I see his dick pressing against his slacks.
He unzips his pants, then pulls down my dress further, and I’m completely naked, only wearing my sneakers.
“Turn around, nymph. I want you to face the dance floor.”
“Wait, what? You said they can see me.”
“I want the crowd to see your face when you come.”
Nervousness bubbles inside of me. People—actual people—are going to watch me. I do what he says and lean against the glass, and my nipples press against the cold surface.
I feel him pushing inside of me, and I sigh out loud.
He slaps my ass. “I thought you said I would never hear you beg.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I plead.
He thrusts inside of me, and the glass vibrates.
He places his hand on my throat and the other one on my hip as he pounds into me harder and harder.
“Yes, Devious.”
He squeezes my neck hard and rubs my clit. My body feels as if it’s going to overload with sensation and I’m going to combust any second.
“Devious, this is too much!”
I try to push his fingers away, but he keeps moving faster. My orgasm builds and hums all the way from my head down to my toes. I feel exhausted, and then he pulls out, turns me around, licks my clit some more. He grabs my thigh, slides back inside of me, and fucks me hard. My back hurts against the glass. He digs his nails in my flesh as he comes so hard that he bites down on my lips. When he lets me go, he zips up his pants and yanks my dress back up.
