Devlin UnLeashed(33)

She slipped her hand around my waist, and as her fingers curled around my cock, she bit into my neck. That bite resonated to my cock, making it stone hard, my balls swelling with anticipation of the release that was sure to come.

I spun around, clamping her face in my hand, foreheads pressed together as we stared into each other’s eyes. My breathing escalated as her hand fisted tighter around me, jerking me, sending incredible sensations up my spine.

I spun her around and pushed her forward. She braced her arms on the wall. I pressed her face into it and she stuck out her ass. She smiled triumphantly, ready and aching to be fucked—purposely pushing her ass against my cock. She licked her lips, and that was the last play at seduction she needed to pull.

I spread her legs. She released a whole body shiver as I swiped my hand over her wet pussy and then circled her clit with her wetness. Her eyes drifted half shut as her back arched, and again, pushed her ass into my throbbing erection.

I aimed the head of my cock at her entrance and heard her breath hitch as I slid it over her slit once, twice, then pushed into the wettest, hottest pussy I’d ever felt.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned as I took her with hard, precise strokes and shallow thrusts that grazed her clit, and then returned to deep ones that pounded ruthlessly against that sweet spot that made her moan , causing her eyes to roll back and her fingers to scratch the wall. I was going to lose it inside her, and not just my cum, but my entire sense of being.

My head spun with the intensity of feelings tightening my chest and hardening my cock. It was as though all my physical pleasure had become tied in with the emotional at some point. It was euphoric yet shredding me because of the threat that hung over us. And it wasn’t a threat I could eliminate, because I was the threat, and though she didn’t know it, she was fucked, not just in this way, but figuratively as well.

I dug my fingers into her thighs and widened her stance. I needed her fully exposed to me and as vulnerable as she made me feel. She whimpered as I drove in even deeper, giving her no quarter as she placed a hand over my wrist in an effort to diminish the intensity. She didn’t need it. She needed to feel me. All of me. I wanted to be so far inside her we’d bleed into one.

I cupped her breasts, pinching her pebbled nipples between my fingers. She was panting, shaking so hard it vibrated through my cock. I turned her head and claimed her mouth, shoving my tongue in and drinking the sounds of her orgasm as her pussy clenched down on my cock in a series of spasms that pulled at my core, stripping me and taking more than I ever meant to give her.

My cock pulsed, releasing long, hot spurts of cum into her. And similar to the way she was sucking on my tongue, her cunt sucked at my cock, draining me—leaving me completely ransacked.

We kissed long and hard then soft and slow. I slid out of her, and she wobbled on unsteady legs so I picked her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around my waist, and walked her back to bed. As I lay her down, she clung to me. I lay over her, her hands in my hair, my hands running up and down her side. I rested my head on her shoulder and whispered, “Thank you.”

For letting me have you.

For helping me feel.

For giving me love.





Chapter Twenty

Juliana

Everything fell into a routine for Devlin and me for the next month, which should’ve been enough warning that the other shoe would drop soon. So I shouldn’t have been surprised when I opened the door late one afternoon to find Nicholas there.

“What are you doing here?” I asked cautiously, holding the door pressed against my body as a precaution. I didn’t want Nicholas coming anywhere near my new life. I was so uncomfortable with him being at Devlin’s house, I immediately regretted opening the door to begin with.

“Not happy to see me?” Nicholas Wainwright smiled at me, pulling off his aviator glasses.

He looked just as good as the day I’d walked out on him. His blond hair was wind-blown, smile dazzled, and his light brown eyes were filled with mischief. He was up to something, and seeing him again was melancholy. Memories of years of our friendship and a love tainted by the reminder of how badly things ended between us assaulted me.

“Aren’t you going to let me in?”

I crossed my arms and shook my head. “No. Did my dad send you here?”

He took a step closer, and I made sure to block his entrance into the house. When Nicholas wanted to barge into my life, he did it full force, and I wasn’t going to let him ruin the peace Devlin and I had created for ourselves.

“Your dad’s worried, and so am I, reasonably so.”

The look he gave me was so familiar. The kind of look that used to make me do anything he wanted. Now it did nothing for me. He was no longer the center of my universe. Devlin had staked claim on my universe and appointed himself master of it. Or at least that’s how it felt.