Devlin UnLeashed(11)

“I want you.” His gruff whisper set me ablaze inside. His hands moved up my side, then cupped my breasts. He pinched my nipples, and simultaneously bit my neck. I jolted. It hurt really good. I leaned into him, begging for more, then turned in to his hold and gazed into his eyes. His expression seemed distant, concentrated.

“You’re going to hurt me.” I was surprised I’d said it aloud, but I couldn’t take it back. No one had ever broken through my wall so quickly and made me forget why I was uncomfortable with intimacy.

He knotted my hair in his fist and brought my face close to his. “You have no idea how bad this can get.”

Then, before I could react to his response, he came at me so quickly, so aggressively, my breath hitched as my back hit the wall. His lips covered mine, his tongue delving into my mouth as I gasped. His long, hard cock pressed against my belly, and my pussy showed its appreciation with a throbbing pulse of need.

He pushed my sweater up, gripped my ass, and then lifted me so my legs were wrapped around his back. All nerves and common sense evaporated into the night sky. Desire controlled me, and the only thing that could out-govern this need was Devlin taking complete command over my body. I knew he would, and I shook from the inside out with anticipation.





Chapter Eight

Devlin

My pulse ran rampantly. I resorted to counting in sets of five to control the carnal urge to fuck her like a vicious animal. I owed her more than that. I was used to being at war with myself—used to fighting off the demons. I knew I wouldn’t let the invisible leash I’d wrapped around my neck loosen up. If it fucking killed me, I planned on taming the beast and worshipping her body the way she deserved.

I lay her across my bed, and she spread herself out as if she were some kind of offering. My gut clenched from the familiarity of it all. She was like a celestial sacrifice to the savage beast inside me. She wasn’t meant for me, but that didn’t keep me from wanting her—from taking her.

I slowly pulled her bra down, her back arching and her nipples pebbling as the lace gently grazed them. She shuddered. I cupped her breasts, rolling my tongue around her tightened nipple. She moaned, reaching down to cup my cock through my briefs. The hardened flesh twitched, pushing appreciatively toward her hand, and coaxing her to continue.

Her tongue was at my neck, hands tightened around my dick, stroking fast then slow until I couldn’t take any more. I shifted away from her touch, and she groused.

I didn’t care. I wanted to taste her, and then I needed to fuck her. I moved down her body. A small strip of blonde hair guided me to her wet, pink pussy. I slid a finger through her moistness. She attempted to shut her legs. I spread her wider, my shoulders keeping her as open as I needed. She tensed when my tongue glided over her clit, but kept her legs parted. She tasted like desire. Her need for me was like nothing I’d ever tasted before.

With my tongue against her swollen clit and two fingers deep inside her wet cunt, she came. Hard. Gripping the sheets and crying out my name, her tunnel wetter and narrower with her orgasm. I let her catch her breath while pressing light kisses over her sensitive flesh.

My fingers shook as I rolled on the condom. I wanted to bareback her so fucking bad, wanted to feel her soft, wet pussy stretch then tighten around my cock, but I knew it wasn’t the time.

I took pleasure in her muted gasp and the surprise painted on her face as I pushed into her, stretching her with my cock.

Fuck! I didn’t think she’d be this small—this fucking tight.

The deeper I pushed,the harder I got. I thought I’d explode before I gave her what she needed, but I gritted my teeth and fucked her fervently.

I braced my hands beside her face, needing extra support as her pussy swallowed my cock in a suction like a vortex with each thrust. The warmth and tightness of it caused me to tremble—to break the fuck apart.

She gasped and writhed uncontrollably. Her movements were so erratic I wasn’t sure if she was running from the intensity of it or chasing completion. Her fingersdug into my bicep and pulled at my hair, but I gave her no quarter. Our foreheads were joined, my lips grazed hers, and our eyes were locked. She kissed me softly then bit my lip, groaning as she ground her pelvis into mine to take me as deep as possible. She threw back her head and her eyes became glassy—unfocused.

“Do it. Do it. Come for me.” I demanded her orgasm because I knew watching her come apart would give me everything I needed to follow her to a paradise I didn’t deserve.

Her face flushed, her brows furrowed, and she yelped as her pussy contracted, pulling and demanding I give her my seed. I cupped her breasts, tweaked her nipples, and she began to seize under me. Her wet heat sent jolts up my spine as cords of cum from my cock flooded the condom that separated us.