Page 30 of Diablo

“Lift your hips.” His voice was low and rough, carrying a tone that suggested he wasn’t going to argue about who was in command here. “If you’re going to flash those tits, you’re going to show off that pussy, too.”

I raised my hips up from the bed as directed. Diablo stripped off my panties with one smooth motion. Drawing my knees up and over his shoulders, he made a sound caught between a moan and a growl as he looked at me, his breath fanning hot and perfect against my core.

Before I could think of anything to say, he dragged his warm, slick tongue from my entrance to my clit. His gaze never looked away from me, with my thighs bracketing his head.

I reached down and threaded my fingers through his hair, grabbing a fistful to anchor myself, to guide his head where I needed him to go. Diablo wrapped his hand around my wrist in response. The gesture seemed surprisingly intimate for someone who seemed determined to push me away.

With every slow, steady lick and swirl of his tongue, pleasure began to build faster and hotter and so overwhelmingly good, lighting up every nerve in my body. I rolled my hips against Diablo’s face, eager and hungry for more.

The prickly rasp of his stubble against the tender skin of my thighs only heightened the sensations washing over me, whiting out my thoughts. Diablo clamped an arm across my hips to hold me in place as he closed his mouth over my clit and sucked.

“God, yes—oh, fuck,” I choked out.

My free hand twisted in the sheets as my orgasm pulsed through me, searingly bright, trembling. Diablo nuzzled against my pussy gently, his fingers skimming lightly over my thighs as I came down and the aftershocks shivered through me.

Prying my hand out of his hair, Diablo rose to his feet. I held his gaze as I watched him strip off his clothes—shirt, shoes, kut, belt, and jeans. When his pants came down and his cock sprang free, curving up toward his stomach, I couldn’t help myself and I reached out.

Diablo shifted closer, planting his palm on the mattress and leaning over me. He slotted his hips between my knees that were still spread wide for him, and he took my hand, guiding it to his cock.

“This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it, princess?”

I heard the smugness in his voice, the usual type of sarcastic barb that we traded back and forth as aggressive foreplay. The look in his eyes was guarded though, as if the answer he expected would prove this…this thing between us was just sex after all.

I didn’t respond right away, smoothing my hand over his velvety, hard cock. My fingers mapped every ridge and vein, every pulse and throb. Then I moved higher, grazing the deep grooves of muscle above his hips, brushing the tender pink skin of his scars, following the dark ink lines of his tattoos.

Finally, I came to a stop above his heart and rested my palm there.

“If you really think,” I said softly. “I’m just here for your dick, you’re an idiot.”

Diablo took a breath to speak but I pressed two fingers to his lips.

“Please don’t,” I whispered. “Don’t say anything.”

Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I pulled him down into an open-mouthed kiss, our tongues tangled together. Diablo flattened me into the mattress with a groan against my lips. He buried his fingers in my hair, the stiffness of his cock digging into my thigh.

I barely pulled away just far enough to gasp, “Inside me. Now.”

Diablo gave my hip a reassuring squeeze before he fumbled at his bedside table. He found a condom in the drawer and tore it open, rolling it on.

When he reached for me again, I twisted at the last second, pushing him down onto the bed. Swinging my leg over him, I took his cock, slotting the tip to my entrance.

Diablo’s gaze roamed over every inch of me as he cupped my waist.

“You look like your brain is about to short circuit,” I said with a faint laugh.

“It might.”

He broke off with a gravelly moan as I sank down onto his cock. His eyes fluttered closed and his hands skimmed higher, cradling the heavy curve of my tits. I shifted forward, pressing a chaste kiss at the corner of his mouth with a smile.

“I thought you were tougher than that, big guy. You just folded like a house of cards because of a pussy wrapped around your cock.”

Diablo breathed a strangled laugh. I rose up and slid back down again. His mouth dropped open and his laugh faded to what sounded suspiciously like a whimper. He ducked his head, burying his face in my shoulder. The softness of his lips brushed my collarbones as he kissed his way down between my breasts and sucked my nipple into his mouth.

I dropped my head back as pleasure pulsed through me. The sheer force of sensation was overwhelming and I wanted to lose myself in it. The warm, wet heat of his mouth. The fierce, bruising grasp of his hands. The sandpaper roughness of his stubble. The hard planes of his muscles pressed flush to my curves. The long, heavy drag of his cock. And his skin sliding against mine.

Diablo shifted beneath me, thrusting up at just the right angle to make my legs shake. He brushed a lock of hair out of my eyes, cradling my face as he looked at me. When he hesitated and seemed on the verge of speaking, I kissed him—a sloppy kiss of desperation in an attempt to cling to this moment.

Our words were always too sharp, flirting with the edge of hurt feelings if we went just a little too far.

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