Page 16 of The Dame & the Devil

“Do you know what my sister said to me before the sun set last night?” I ask, rocking myself on him, “She said I couldn’t fuck the Devil.”

“And what did you say to her?”

“I told her I’m not a coward.”

Brows rising, whatever he meant to say is replaced by a curse as I use every bit of leverage I can get and push myself onto him.

It’s not enough.

I can’t take all of him in one go yet. But the way his face pinches….

I’ve never felt triumph like it before.

“I know what I want.” I say leaning close to kiss him again. “And if you don’t give it to me, I’ll take it.”

The sound he makes is low and feels like calculation.

And then, I’ve lost the fullness I’d found on him. He jerks me up and off of him drawing my pussy to his mouth and filling me with his tongue.

I have to take hold of his horns to keep from falling backward. And when he tips his head back, balancing over him is like trying to sit on an uneven stool.

But it’s not the position that threatens to make me lose my balance. It’s the hot slickness as he eats my pussy, as his tongue slicks every part of my skin.

When he draws me back down, I release him with a protest.

“Angry?” He watches me with a dark smile on his soaked muzzle.

I’m too needy to be nice. “Unfulfilled.”

“If you want me to fill this little cunt. I’m only too happy to oblige.” His finger slides along me.

Wet and hot, his saliva is so thick it drips from where he holds me onto the tip of his cock.

“Is that what you want, little fool?”

“Yes.” I meet his gaze, still breathing too heavily. “I want to be so full of you I can’t speak.”

Jaw set, he only pauses for a half a heartbeat before the hands at my waist tighten and he draws me down, thrusting up with that cock, filling me, just as I asked.

The breath that leaves me is soundless, though I know it should have been a scream.

He keeps me there, watching, waiting.

I almost ask if he thought that would scare me off. Instead, I rock on him. The movement starts to slake my hunger, and doesn’t break the unspoken demand of his grip. He’s not going to let me rise off of him yet.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to remind him I’m an expert at working around his rules. But speaking requires more thought than I can manage right at this moment.

His spit works miracles. Rocking on him, I chase my own pleasure—let the Devil find what he wants in it.

He lets me take him as I want, and this time, as his grip loosens, it’s his teeth that find my nipples instead of the snake’s.

But when I tip my head back on a gasp, his fingers slip through my hair and pull me back down to meet his eyes.

As if he wants to be certain I know he’s the one doing this.

As if I could forget…

His wicked tongue teases me as I take what I want from his cock. But it’s not enough

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