Devlin’s tongue retreated. I groaned in frustration. He pulled my hands from his head, gave me a look that declared he was in charge, and I’d come when he decided. He kissed my thigh, leaving a wet path as he moved back to the heart of my need. He moved his tongue up and down the lips, and then grazed the underside of my clit with the tip. My nipples tightened—the ache so all-encompassing, I cupped my breasts and rolled them between my fingers.
Jolts of pleasure ran through my body as Devlin moaned his approval and began sucking on my clit. He pried his fingers into my moist pussy, and I accepted the intrusion with a series of contractions that clamped down on his digits. The multiple stimulations worked simultaneously to drive me into an orgasm-seeking frenzy. Warmth flooded me as his heated, silken caresses altered from smooth, soft brushes to strong, jarring jabs of his tongue. He drove his fingers deeper, stroking the sensitive flesh in a breath-stealing rush.
My back arched. My pants were more like a mewling. “Please,” I managed under my breath.
“Please what?”
“I need to come… please…”
“Do you understand that if I let you come, I’m going to take you like you owe me twice what I gave you?”
I nodded, moaned my approval, even spread my legs wider in acceptance of what was to come. He twisted his fingers deep inside me, then returned his mouth to my throbbing clit. He began teasing my clit with soft touches, which gradually built into an intensely sensual friction. My skin was saturated in a mist of perspiration. Gooseflesh formed. Need built. Pleasure erupted.
“Ahh! Oh, God…” I gripped the sheets so hard they came undone. My body was rigid from the intensity of my orgasm, but I still managed to rock my hips up into his plunging fingers. I got lost in the severity of it. Crying out to God. Calling out his name. I shuddered and quivered. Every nerve ending on edge, but they soared, taking off with a vengeance as Devlin’s thick cock abruptly speared into my soaking wet pussy in one fell swoop.
I gasped. My eyes flew open and my gaze locked on Devlin as he settled on his knees between my thighs. He placed my feet over his shoulders as he began to thrust into me. He was so hard and thick, I could feel the throb of his need against my constricting walls. I was slick and tight, welcoming his invasion blissfully. His hips rocked. His dick punched at my already abused flesh—pushing my limits but making me cry out for more. His eyes were lowered, watching intently as he slid in and out of my hungry hole. His jaw was clenched, muscles strained, and his hair was a sexy fucking mess. He was stunning, and I could come again by watching him take me.
Seeing how much he wanted and needed to have this connection with me was an aphrodisiac. With one glance, I was wet for him, constantly craving him. He slid his hands up my belly, cupped my breasts, and played with my nipples. They were sore, but the bit of pain intensified the sexual buzz I was riding. He softly rubbed his fingers over my nipples in feather-like touches.
He pulled out slowly then devastated me with a sharp thrust. My eyes shut. My mind whirled. His fingers were at my clit, fiddling, soothing, and then exploiting its sensitivity to make me cry out.
Devlin fucked me long and hard. My breaths got caught in my throat with each punishing thrust. He pounded my wet flesh in a way that turned me inside out. I was consumed with raw need—afraid to let go and be shattered by his demanding cock. He pushed my legs off his shoulders, dropped onto me, his hips never losing the rhythm he had taken up.
The new angle changed everything. His weight over me, his gaze locked to mine, and his skin to my skin was intimately suffocating. His cock slid against my clit, the bulbous head banging the excited nerves inside me as he rutted against me. I moved my hands to his waist, and he growled at me as if I were trying to hold him off.
Restraining Devlin when he was this lost in me was not something I would attempt or even want to do. His beast mode aroused me, and I grew wetter from the onslaught. His cock swelled, pulsated, stretching me and nudging me into my second climax. I opened my mouth to cry out, but my shriek was cut off with Devlin pushing his tongue into my mouth, effectively drinking in my completion and making it his.
He kept thrusting and hammering into me even as he grunted and pumped his hot release into me. After several minutes, his rhythm faltered and slowed as he bit my neck and nipped my earlobe. I ran my fingers through his sweat-soaked hair and pulled him into a kiss that calmed and then excited us all over.
I pushed Devlin onto his back, then took my time kissing and sucking every part of his skin. He was lethargic but encouraged my leisurely exploration of his body. His skin was warm and salty, his cock grew heavy and hard within my mouth. He allowed me full rein, trusting me with his pleasure. He was a groaning mess as I worked my tongue over his balls, sucked on his cock, and licked the oozing tip.