Page 61 of Devious
I buy her souvenirs and a few paintings and tell the driver to pick them up from the shop. I buy us smoothies as I take her back to the penthouse, and we stand against the glass rail, overlooking the city.
She places her straw against my mouth. “Try this.”
The smoothie tastes of strawberries, and I swallow a few sips of it. “It tastes good.” I push my straw to her mouth. “Suck.”
My words come out sexual. Slowly, she places her lips around the tip, and she makes a sucking noise on purpose. I want her lips wrapped around my dick.
“Dude, what the fuck? Your smoothie tastes like shit.”
I laugh. “It’s a green veggie smoothie.”
We are quiet for a while as the city noise drowns out my thoughts.
“You always loved books?” she asks, adjusting the flimsy hat I bought her from the gift shop. “I saw your library, and it has over a thousand books.”
I love the smell of books, especially worn pages.
“It was my only escape from life. Books are precious treasures on this earth we need to discover.”
“Did you read all those books?”
“Yeah.”
“What did you read growing up?”
Life as a kid was so unkind to me, I used to wish I was Harry Potter. I sip my smoothie. “Harry Potter,Lord of the Rings, anything fantasy.”
“You were lonely like me,” she guesses.
Indeed, I was alone, very alone. I was always in survival mode as a child. Even though I had Aiden, I was also busy protecting him and myself. Sometimes, I was glad Draco was gone so I could sit and read in peace.
Roselyn sips her smoothie, getting whipped cream on her top lip.
“Come here.”
I cup her cheek, licking the cream from her lip.
Her cheeks turn beet red. “What are you doing?”
“Imagining me licking your pussy.”
“Your mouth is filthy,” she murmurs.
“You like my filthy mouth.”
She taps her finger on her chin. “I don’t know if I do. Tell me more.”
“I want to chase you through the woods, find you, and I want to slide my finger in your asshole as I fuck you from behind. I want to come all over your tits and watch you lick it up.”
Her cheeks are completely red now.
Before she can blink, I press my lips against hers, and she places her hand in my hair. I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue into her mouth, and she sucks on it. I nip her lip as she moans.
Soon, I’ll be peeling her white silk dress from her body. I thank the universe for whoever made dresses, because it grants me easy access to her pussy, and she smells fucking divine. Blood rushes toward my dick.
I slide my fingers up to her warm thigh, and her blazing stare is replaced with lust. She places her hand on mine, and I expect her to move my hand, but she pushes it up under her dress. She looks around and back at me.
“Turn around and lean against the white rail.”
