“Not going to say anything, huh? Fine, let me give you a little taste of what I’m offering.” Her hands were lifted above her head, and he caught them within one of his. She didn’t fight him. The strength in his arms let her know fighting would be futile. “This what you want, baby?” he asked, leaning down to kiss her chest.
Words failed her. They wouldn’t come out of her mouth, and she watched him, filled with desire as he kissed down to her breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, and all the time she watched even as she cried out in pleasure.
The hand he had free, caressed up her inner thigh. The water cascaded around them, the droplets bouncing off their skin. Even wet, Devil looked like a fucking wet dream. This was pure torture. Every move, each caress, and all the words he spoke drove her arousal higher than she ever thought it could be.
“What do you hope to gain by being silent?” he asked. His fingers were so close to her pussy. Biting her lip, she looked him in the eye waiting for him to make the next move. “You’re playing with danger here, baby.”
She wanted the danger more than anything else.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“I can play this game all day, Lexie. You’re not hiding anything from me.”
Fingers opened her slit, stroking through until he bumped her clit. She cried out as Devil increased the pressure around her wrists, holding her in place. Down his caress went to push a finger inside her. His thumb pressed against her clit.
“I can feel your cunt tighten around my finger. You want my dick, Lex. I promise you, I’m a lot bigger than my fucking finger.”
Closing her eyes, she tried to fight against the need flowing within her body.
“Give in to me.”
She opened her eyes and stared into his dark depths.
“Give in to me,” he said, again.
Give in. Give in.
What exactly was she fighting? She wanted him, and for so long she’d been without ever knowing what true passion really was. The experience she had when she was younger wouldn’t be anything like what Devil was offering her.
A second finger slid inside her joining the first, pumping in time. He bit down on her nipple drawing a scream from her.
“Give in to me, Lex. I will give you everything.”
She’d already given in. Lexie was no longer fighting him. Her body had betrayed her the first night he held her in the strip club. This was going to happen, and fighting it would only cause her more ache.
Her body was burning from the inside out.
There was nowhere else for her to go. At twenty-one years old she had experienced two orgasms in her whole life, and both had been at Devil’s hands.
He slammed his lips down on hers stopping her from saying a word. His tongue plundered her mouth, melding with hers.
She melted against him, his body covering hers.
“Tell me, Lex.”
Looking down his body she was caught by his muscles and the large displays of ink up and down his body. She hadn’t even taken into account the many different tattoos when he’d walked into the shower.
“You’re older than I am,” she said, the words blurting out.
“Do you really care?” he asked.
No, she did not. “No.”
“You want me.”
“Yes,” she said, admitting the truth. She really did want him. There was no denying it.
“Tell me to fuck you. I promise you, Lex, you’ll want for nothing.
“Fuck me, Devil.”
She gave in to him, and he released her hands.
“Good, first we’re going to get washed, and then your ass is mine.”
****
Devil finished washing the soap out of her hair. Lexie had remained silent as he washed her body. She didn’t fight him, but she kept staring at him as he worked. When he was done, he turned the water off and handed her a towel. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked into the bedroom waiting for her to follow. Sitting down, he dried his hair as she walked into the room. Her hair was semi-dry as she bunched the length up with a towel.
“Come here,” he said.
She walked over to him. He saw the hesitation in her eyes as she stood between his thighs. His dick thickened, and he knew he wouldn’t last the first time he was inside her.
Tugging on the towel, he watched it fall to the floor. Her body was damp.
Reaching around, he brought her closer with a grip on her ass. He pressed kisses along her stomach, watching her close her eyes.
“Have you ever felt like this before?” he asked. Her stomach was visibly quivering as she gazed down at him. Her eyes looked almost black with the dilation of her arousal.
“No, never.”
“How many men have you fucked?” Opening her legs, he scented her arousal.
“One.”