Page 12 of Wed to the Devil

“You’re so impatient.” I rear up and kneel between her legs, fisting my cock.

“And you’re a bastard.” Talia moans and writhes, her hand slipping down to her clit. I fling her hand away, pinning it back on the bed.

“Good things always come to those that wait for them,” I whisper. “Have I ever left you unsatisfied, darling girl?”

Her eyes spark with defiance. “Hurry up and fuck me, Dare.”

I shove my hands underneath her body and lift, pulling her closer and repositioning her. Fisting my cock again, I smirk.

“You asked for it,” I grate out.

Talia’s thighs shake as I put the flushed head of my cock at her entrance. I tease her pussy with shallow strokes, never fully entering her pussy. She wraps her legs around my back and tries to use the leverage to force me to stop teasing her.

That only makes me slow down my thrusts. She makes a guttural sound that is part enraged, part imploring.

“Dare, I swear to god,” she mutters.

I grant her request, sinking my cock deep into her greedy pussy, fucking her hard for a dozen strokes. Then I pull out and press her knees wide as I smoothly switch back to sucking her clit.

“Oh god,” she whispers, her hands burrowing deep in my hair. “Fuck!”

She tastes like nothing else in the world. She’s sweet yet salty and full of passion. It makes my mouth water even more each time I swirl my tongue around her clit.

Talia gives her body over to me completely, finding new heights of ecstasy. Just before she reaches the peak though, I pull back slightly. I’m purposely edging her, giving her what she wants, but so gently that it’s maddening. The contact is just enough so that we can still feel connected without sending her over the edge just yet.

“Dare,” she whines.

I kiss and lick my way up her body, leaving a trail of love bites behind me until I reach the juncture between her legs. She shivers beneath me as I explore every inch with my tongue and lips and fingers. She cries out in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut as she absorbs every sensation that I give her.

When I reach the peak of pleasure, Talia is writhing beneath me, clutching me tightly and moaning my name in a desperate whisper over and over again. Her breathing is heavy and erratic as she clutches at my shoulders for leverage while pushing herself against me, begging for release from this exquisite torment that she has been subjected to.

I can feel her anger radiating off her like heat off a sidewalk after a summer storm.

Although I'm not sure what has sparked this sudden rage, I know better than to argue with her. Instead, I silently move back to allow her the space she needs to process whatever is going on inside of her head.

She stands in front of me, eyes blazing as she stares me down defiantly. I expect a scathing comment or an insult but instead, she surprises me yet again by lunging forward and pushing me onto the bed. She straddles my waist as I lie motionless, allowing her to take control of this situation.

Talia leans down and places gentle kisses on every inch of my body before finally moving lower and lower until she reaches my cock. She strokes it gently with one hand while licking and teasing it with the other. Waves of intense pleasure shoot through every nerve in my body.

It's almost too much for me to handle but despite the agony that is building up inside of me, I refuse to give in just yet. I refuse to let go until Talia is ready. As if sensing my struggle, she stops suddenly and flips over onto her back next to me on the bed before teasingly holding up one finger in invitation for more pleasure.

I don't hesitate for even a second before pushing myself atop her, our bodies pressed together as closely as possible until every inch is touching some part of the other's skin.

The raw power of our desire for each other is palpable in the air as I thrust deeply into Talia's body.

“You’re never leaving me again, little girl,” I utter. “You hear that? You’ll die as my perfect little wife, Talia.”

Talia huffs an icy laugh. “We’ll see about that.”

My strokes turn punishing. I have nothing left except enmity for Talia, and I prove it to her as I fuck her senseless.

“You’re going to pay for trying to leave me,” I grate out.

Talia tightens her grip around my shoulders as she feels the depth of my need for her. She nips at my ear with her teeth, running her tongue around the shell as if to emphasize her point. My eyes roll back in my head as I'm overwhelmed by the sensations that wash over me.

I move my hips faster and harder as I feel Talia's body respond to my movements. She encourages me, grabbing my ass and wrapping her legs around me tightly as I plunge deeper still into her. Her nails score my back as her moans get louder and louder. The sounds are a testament to the pleasure I'm eliciting from her body.

“That’s right, darling girl. Moan for me. You know who you belong to, don’t you?”

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