Page 51 of Little Devil

“You’re such an asshole,” I inform him, reaching down between us to pop the button on his jeans.

He smirks and pulls his dick out, holding my eyes while he slides the tip over my clit. He lifts his hips up and pushes his way inside me, moaning when I purposely tighten my walls around him.

God, that sound.

I do it again and he growls like a madman, linking our fingers together to pin my hands to the couch above my head. He smashes his mouth on mine and I bite his lips, roughly digging my nails into his knuckles to set him off. It works and he fucks me hard and deep, his cock piercing rubbing me just where I need it on every grind of his hips. It feels fucking amazing, his hard body pressed right up against mine while he takes me like he owns me. He’s still fully clothed and I’m wearing nothing but my thong, the rough material of his jeans rubbing against my ass turning me on more than I ever thought possible.

“Fuck, Xan, I’m gonna come,” I rush out, wiggling my hands from his grip to wrap them around his neck.

He pulls my head back by my hair and sucks on my tongue, pushing my legs out even further to get the angle he wants. My eyes roll back in my head and I come hard, shaking like a leaf beneath him while he rolls his hips into me. He stills on one final hit and drops his face to the crook of my neck, breathing hard against my flesh while his cum spills out inside me. My legs fall apart either side of him and I run my nails over his scalp, staring at the ceiling above us while I wait for my heart to slow down.

And I really need it to slow the hell down.

I’m fully aware this is just sex – a way for him to blow off steam or whatever it is fuck boys do in their spare time – but I’m still struggling to ignore that little kick in my chest that tells me this could be something more.

There is no more, you stupid girl.

I sigh on the inside and he kisses my collarbone, pulling back a bit to pull his t–shirt over his head. He cleans the cum from between my legs and I lean over to grab my dress from the floor, frowning when he takes it from my hand and walks away with it.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting you a shirt to wear,” he tells me, grabbing yet another black one from his closet to pass it to me.

I stare at him in confusion and he winks, casually moving for the kitchen to grab something from the cabinet next to the sink.

“You want some popcorn?” he calls, popping the button on the microwave to toss a brown paper bag inside.

“Popcorn.”

“Popcorn,” he repeats. “It’s that white stuff they sell at the concession stand in movie thea–”

“Xan.”

He smirks to himself and I shake my head at him, anxiously chewing my lip while I drop my eyes to the shirt in my hand. He’s still got my dress and I.. have absolutely no clue what to do with myself. Not wanting to continue standing here like a naked dumbass, I pull his shirt on over my head and step around the couch to go to him, jumping a fucking mile when I find a giant animal sitting at his feet with its paw on Xan’s thigh.

“Jesus, what is that?!” I screech, quickly hopping up onto the coffee table like that’ll protect me from it.

“That is my dog,” he says simply, tossing it a couple treats from the little glass jar on the counter.

He has a dog?

“That’s not a dog,” I inform him. “That’s a bear.”

“He’s not a bear,” he defends, grinning down at him while he scratches his forehead. “He’s cute as fuck.”

“If you say so,” I mutter, although he is kind of cute if you can ignore the nasty looking teeth and the paws as big as my fists. “What’s his name?”

“Bear.”

I blink at that, scrunching my nose when I catch the amusement on his face. “You’re not funny.”

He laughs at me and I look at the dog, jumping again when he steps forward like he’s about to come by me. I move away and he barks at me, the fucker, opening his big ass mouth with a whine that has me squealing.

“What the fuck is his problem?!”

“You’re freaking him out.”

“I’m freaking him out?”

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