Page 56 of Her Devil

She growls and I can’t help but smirk.

“If you’d let me finish, I was going to say, even beat up you still know how to land those lines. That quick wit must get you plenty of women.”

I can practically taste the jealousy dripping from her words.

“Absolutely,” I agree with a nod, not that she can see it. “But I have a feeling you’re not so interested in thinking about me with other women.”

“Ha, and why’s that?”

She’s quick to refute my argument, but she knows just exactly how hot that kiss was, how much she enjoyed wearing that chastity belt and knowing that she was only mine. Even if it was only for the night.

We must be almost back to their house, the distance being eaten up by her frustrated strides, and I can’t help but slow slightly, hoping to drag out this alone time with her, to make the most of the opportunity.

“Oh, ouch,” I say, stopping and perching on a rock as I pull a stone from my foot.

“Shit, are you okay?” she asks, hurrying back to me and dropping to the ground, any irritation she seemed to be harbouring disappearing in an instant.

My dirty bare feet don’t deserve to be in her hands, the socks stuffed in my pocket when we made it onto the soft damp path. And yet, as she gently presses against the indented mark, I can only imagine those hands in other places.

“Sorry, I’ve just been charging ahead and not thinking about the state of you,” she apologises.

“It’s fine. Honestly. I’m okay,” I admit, catching her gaze and holding it. She swallows thickly, her heat radiating out from my foot as the seconds tick by in silence. “You came back for me.”

She nods, no words required as she presses her lips together, and all I can think about is sinking my teeth into that same flesh.

“Sugar,” I start, preparing to warn her exactly what that does to me when she leans up, her hand leaving my foot as she slams her lips against mine.

We’re a tangle of teeth and tongues as she wraps her arms around my neck. I pull her closer, not a fuck given that I’m literally dragging her through the mud as her hot body presses between my legs.Fuck.

I groan into her mouth, hoisting her up by her waist as I stand. Instinctively, her legs wrap around my hips, and I open my eyes long enough to find the closest tree to press her up against. Her nails rake over my skin, goosebumps breaking out as I grind against her, a whimper tumbling out between us.

“If you need me to stop,” I pant, keeping my eyes closed and pressing my forehead against hers, not ready for the real chance she might actually say no. “Now is the time to tell me.”

“I thought you were…” Her lips come to mine again, tasting the copper where my lip is bleeding again. “Don’t stop.”

I dare to open my eyes, praying to whatever God is out there that this isn’t a dream and I’m not really just knocked the fuck out.

“Don’t stop,” she repeats resolutely.

She unhooks her legs, dropping to the ground as I unfasten my jeans and she loses her pants and underwear in one fell swoop. There’s no time to savour or enjoy her, both of us sucked into the moment as I push my boxers down and she practically climbs me, wrapping her arms and legs around me before I line up and slide into her slick heat.

“Hold on, sugar,” is all I manage to get out before her lips are back on mine and I’m fucking her quick and hard against the tree. Her heels dig in against the backs of my thighs and I can’t help but think of the dints and marks they’ll leave, a physical reminder of the way she bucks and grinds, mewling against my lips.

I pull her up further, pressing her shoulders against the rough back and adjusting the angle, hitting her deeper as I hold her ass with one hand and shove two fingers in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around them before I remove my lips, confusion flickering in her eyes as I pull back.

Heat creeps into that gaze as she wraps those lips around them, and that look alone is enough to almost be my undoing. A wicked glint must register in my eyes as I push them further, making her gag and squeeze around both my dick and my fingers before I pull them out and shove them between us, finding that hot bundle of nerves that I know will tip her over the edge.

“You like it a little dirty, sugar?” I rasp, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. “You like it hot, fast and painful, huh?”

“Yes.” The admission tumbles from her as she throws her head back, her nails biting into my skin.

“You gonna come for me? Scream my name into the fucking woods for everyone to hear?”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” I have no idea if she’s answering me or just reacting to the pleasure as her body trembles in my hands. “Don’t stop,” she snaps, her eyes flying open, her desire on full display. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

Whatever magnetism that’s been pulling us together and pushing us apart is finally working in our favour as I bend, bringing my lips to hers again, just in time for her to fall apart, swallowing her scream with my kiss.

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