Her hands slide over both curves of my ass, squeezing lightly to feel the muscle there. She strokes my thighs, too, thenslips her slender fingers between the cheeks of my ass. Her thumb teases my puckered hole.
I’ve never been touched there, but to my surprise, it feels good. The tip of her thumb wiggles against the entrance, but she doesn’t venture deeper. Instead, she starts playing with the tender skin between my hole and my ballsack. She explores the sensitive area for a moment, while I struggle to remain still. Then both of her hands curve around my balls, compressing gently. The sensation is comforting and maddening at the same time.
I set my forehead against the wall and groan heavily. “Gods, sweetheart, just kill me now.”
She reaches farther between my legs and gives my cock a quick stroke with her fingers.
“Shit!” I sob out. “Please, Devil…”
“What’s that?” she asks innocently.
“Please.”
“Pleasewhat, Ravager?”
“I want your mouth on me. Please.”
“Good boy. You can turn back around.”
I revolve to face her, and she touches the tip of my length with her index finger, coaxing out more of my arousal until her fingers are glossy with it. Then she gets to her feet, looking me in the eyes, and says, “Open your mouth.”
I curl my fists at my sides and do as she says.
When Devilry paints my tongue with my own pre-cum, I crash harder into love with her. It’s the unexpectedness of it, the surprise of her debauchery, her perfect wickedness. I fucking worship her for opening new doors in my mind, for giving me something I didn’t know I wanted.
“Suck, Ravager,” she whispers.
I take her thin wrist in my hand and close my lips around her fingers, sucking on them, bathing them with my tongue.
Her other hand pushes my cock up against my belly, rubbing firmly. After a moment, she extracts her fingers from my mouth and sinks down to her knees again, guiding my length between her lips.
This time she takes me deep, her throat wide open. I curse reverently, and she pulls her mouth off me to say, “I love your cock. You’re just the right length.”
“You didn’t think so when I pissed in front of you outside the wall.” I grin.
“Well, I was wrong. You’re perfect.” She kisses the side of my cock.
No one has ever done that to me, either. There’s a tenderness in the act that shatters me completely.
“Devilry.” Her name carries all the ache of longing in my heart.
She slides me into her throat again, raising her eyes to mine as she does it.
“Fuck—can you stop? Just give me a minute,” I choke out.
Releasing me, she sits back on her heels.
“I don’t want to be in your mouth when I say this.” I clear my throat. “Because it’s not about how fucking good you are at giving head. It’s about everything. All of you.”
She quirks an eyebrow. “Are you going to make sense at some point?”
“Probably not.”
“Then don’t.” Her tone is compulsive, passionate, almost desperate. “Don’t say anything else. Not yet. Just be still, and let me tellyouthings… like this.”
She lifts my cock and kisses it again, on the underside, before dipping me back into her mouth. Gliding through the hot, wet sheath of her lips and throat, with her tongue writhing along my shaft, I moan, over and over, more wildly aroused than I’veever been, so far out of my mind that I think I could go permanently mad for her.
The orgasm starts as a blinding thrill in my cock. Goosebumps rise all over my skin in a violent rush, and I gasp, sinking my fingers into Devilry’s hair, urging myself deeper. She reaches up and takes one of my hands, but she lets me control the final rhythm, the finishing strokes that I need. My cock pulses thickly against her tongue, spilling cum into the heat of her throat.
