Page 43 of The Devil

“DoesEvango down on you?”

I shake my head.

“Does he place his fingers inside of you, bringing you to the brink of pleasure?”

I shake my head.

“Does he suck your pert, hard, pink nipples?”

I shake my head.

“Does his cock feel as good as mine?”

I shake my head.

“Fuck, has he ever made you come?”

I shake my head, wincing over my own betrayal, to which he laughs with pure deviousness.

“Then let me give you what you need, Topolina. I will give it all to you.”

Against every fiber of rationality in my body, I let him kiss me. In fact, I give as much as him, equaling the passion and still wanting more.

“Say your answer, Topolina, say it out loud for me,” he teases.

“Yes,” I breathe out, not fully believing the word is leaving my lips.

“Good girl,” he whispers, then drops to the floor, where he undoes the button to my shorts. He yanks them down with my panties, all in one go, grabs my hips, and is on me like a starved animal. He is rougher than last time, more animalistic as he licks me from the inside out.

“Oh, God!” I gasp as a wave of pleasure begins building already. Though I can’t blame myself, I’ve been without for so long. I grab his hair and run my fingers through it as he takes me deeply, all the while circling my clit with his thumb pad. “Oh, God, I’m going to come already…”

“I want you to come, Helena, you’ve been denied for too long,” he says through clenched teeth, “and when my mouth makes you come, I’m going to take you so deep, so hard, you’ll come again!”

I climax within an instant, as if my body is desperate for what he’s just promised. Bright sparks flash before my eyes, causing me to lose my breath as I come down from the eruption. But before I even have a chance to bring my body back down to normal, he hoists me over his shoulder and carries me into what looks like the master bedroom, where a huge king-size bed takes center stage. He lies me on top of the Egyptian Cotton sheets, then hurriedly and unashamedly strips off in front of me. Has he been waiting for this just as much as I have?

“Take your top and bra off and rub your nipples for me, Topolina,” he says, then smiles tightly when he sees the utter horror on my face, as though he’s frustrated by my coyness. “If we only have one weekend, we’re going to do this properly. There’s no room for being shy. Do it!”

I slowly peel my tank top away and unhook my bra, letting my breasts fall out, which feel big and full. He stands fully naked at the foot of the bed and watches me stroke my breasts and pinch my nipples until they are red and standing pert. Lucius wets his lips as he begins to stroke himself in front of me, jaw clenched, eyes dark.

“Open your legs for me, I want to see you wet for me.” I do it, feeling completely exposed to him. “So beautiful, Helena.”

He rubs himself harder in front of me, so, having already given into the devil on my shoulder, I move my hand down over my abdomen and through my soaking wet lips below. I’m still sensitive from my last orgasm, so I stroke myself slowly, teasingly, all the while looking right back at him, as if we’re in competition to see who will look away first. He licks his lips again and groans when I find my clit and begin to circle it, eventually swinging my head back in pleasure.

“Take me, Lucius,” I whisper, still touching myself, “I’m not a virgin anymore, you can take me how you want me this time. I’m yours, remember?”

With those last words, he closes the gap between us and flips me over onto my front. My ass is pulled up into the air and is given a swift smack that has me gasping, feeling both excited and nervous at the same time. Thank God he hasn’t tried to enter me missionary style, that would have been more disappointing than I could bear. He mounts the bed and smacks my ass cheek again before rubbing his throbbing head against my opening and up to my clit, then back again.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, teasing me with his hardness against my wanting sex. “Answer me, Topolina.”

“Yes,” I breathe, biting my lip as I wait for him. “Please, Lucius.”

He enters me slowly, hissing through his teeth the whole time. I’d forgotten how full he made me feel. Evan is positively small by comparison and has no style or technique to speak of. Dirty talk consists of his own grunts and moans. For some reason, I need Lucius’ wicked tongue to get me going, to make me beg for what he has to offer.

At first, Lucius thrusts slowly, using my hips to move in and out the full length of his cock. As I push back for more, we get into a slightly quicker rhythm, enjoying the feeling without the build of an orgasm to end things too quickly. He leans over me and grabs my nipples underneath, pinching and pulling at them.

“Fuck, I don’t want to stop, you feel so amazing, like you were made for me,” he growls as I clench around him. “Feel how you take me, how you hold me; you will always be mine, Topolina.”

When I emit a moan of agreement, he begins to move faster and harder, no longer able to contain his animalistic urges to have me roughly.

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