He grinds his large body against mine. “You’re giving me complete control?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’ll give me a kiss first.” His hand slides under my jaw, closing against my throat. I pretend to struggle, twistingaway, but he holds me still, takes my mouth in a rough burst of warm lips and slick tongue.
“God, you have the prettiest mouth.” He drags his tongue along my jaw, kisses me again, right on the cheekbone.
Then he stands up and pulls me with him, hauling me upright by my throat. The sheet slides off my body. He stands at the end of the bed while I’m still on the mattress, naked, held up so forcefully that my knees are barely touching the sheets. Instinctively I grip his fingers, trying to break the hold.
“I wouldn’t want to bruise that lovely neck, right after I paid for so much expensive healing.” Ravager yanks me off the bed, against his body. The heat pouring off his chest envelops me, turning me dizzy and delirious, and I almost forget that I’m supposed to be fighting him.
Twisting in his grip, I deliver a quick blow to his kidney. If I wanted to hurt him, I could, but this is a game, so I don’t give it my full strength. He huffs a grunt of surprise, while I twist free and dart away.
But his thick arm wraps around my waist and he drags me back to the bed, throwing me face-down among the sheets. He smacks my ass sharply, then squeezes the cheek he struck.
I flail, kicking at him, but he catches my ankle, turns me onto my side, and lifts my leg high, opening my pussy.
“Look at those pretty lips shining so wet for me,” he croons. Still holding my leg high with one hand, he sweeps the other hand over my center, rippling his fingers through my soaked folds.
I kick at him with my other foot, and he catches that ankle, too, laughing. “Such a fighter.” Still holding my ankles, he bends down and licks along the crease of my sex, all the way up to my clit.
I writhe at the stimulation. When he licks me again, I let out a tiny squeal.
My vocal reaction is like a spark to an explosive. I see his face change, his raw hunger unleashed, his base desires unlocked. He’s on top of me in a rush of male bulk and need, one hand desperately unfastening his pants. Clumsily, he shoves them down around his hips, freeing his cock, and while he does it, he keeps me pinned, keeps me under control with the weight of his body, with the crush of his shoulder against mine, and with the press of his brow to my forehead.
“I’m fucking you now, Devil,” he says hoarsely. “Try and stop me. Really try.”
He gives me a wicked grin, which I return with a malicious smile of my own. Excitement races along my veins like sparkling fire, while my heart pounds with the love of the game, with the heat of the challenge.
I try to pull my knees up so I can push them against his chest. I twist and arch my body, attempting to slither away—I grab for his face, but he shoves my wrists down against the mattress.
Ravager chuckles at my efforts. “You can’t keep me out of that little cunt, sweetheart.”
The blunt tip of his cock pokes at my pussy, and I shift my hips, denying him entry, but he adjusts the angle of his pelvis and drives in anyway.
He groans, momentarily delirious from the slick rush of his entrance. While he’s distracted I pull myself upward on the mattress, dragging my pussy right off him.
“Fucking trickster,” he growls, jerking me back as I’m scrambling away.
I’m face down in the sheets. His body hunches over me, his limbs corralling mine, and he penetrates me again, this time from behind. His cock sinks deeper than I’ve ever felt him, and he thrusts with a shuddering frenzy that makes me whimper like a pet in the grip of a predator.
He smacks my ass again while he’s fucking me, reaches underneath me to squeeze my breast mercilessly, then wraps my throat with his hand again, because he knows I like it. I abandon my body to him, let him carry me like a boat in a current, let him manipulate my limbs, my breasts, my clit, every part of my flesh. In yielding to him, I am unlocked, opened, revealed to him and to myself.
“Don’t leave me, ever,” I gasp into the sheets through the harsh rhythm of his pounding thrusts. “Promise me, promise me. Fuck me so hard I believe you.”
“I promise.” He kisses the back of my shoulder, then bites me there. “I promise.”
I come to the sound of his vow, to the pinch of his teeth, to the pulse of his cock as he spills inside me. It’s a crushing, violent orgasm, his and mine together, both our bodies damp with sweat despite the chill of the room, our harsh gasps sounding nearly like sobs.
He pulls out and wipes the few remaining drops of cum on my ass cheek, like a wet brand. Then he rolls me onto my back.
“Your naughty pussy is trying to squeeze out my cum,” he says. “We can’t have that.”
With two fingers, he fucks his cum back into me. And then, while he’s tending to that, he leans down and suckles my clit lightly. He kisses it a few times, then does a quivering dance over it with his tongue until my breasts are aching, my stomach sucked shallow with every frantic breath, my thighs tight and trembling.
His slick fingers swirl inside me, then thrust with a reassuring rhythm while he keeps lapping at my clit. I tighten compulsively around his fingers as the orgasm hits, and he murmurs, “That’s my wicked girl” against my clit, with a final fond stroke of his tongue.
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