“Curse,” she says with a small, throaty laugh.
I growl unhappily, jerking her to the edge of the desk and pressing my hard cock against the hot valley of her thighs.
“I won’t need it,” she assures me.
“We play safe, Astra. I won’t hurt you. If you wear my mark, it’s because you want to. You hear me, Beauty?”
She swallows hard, big eyes blinking at me.
“Okay,” she says. “Aurora.”
So precious. My Beauty. My Sleeping Beauty. But I won’t pretend I’m the prince who kisses her and wakes her up.
I’m the Devil taking her to Hell, and by the look she’s giving me, she knows exactly who she’s following.
“And what if you can’t say it?” I ask now that I know she’s taking this seriously.
She taps her index and middle fingers against the back of my hand twice.
It’s simple enough that I nod my approval.
I guide her down until her back is pressed against the top of the desk. I release her neck as I take a small step back to admire the beauty before me. She’s spread out deliciously for me. Slowly, tortuously, I curl my fingers into the waistband of her tiny shorts. The scent of her arousal grows stronger as I drag her bottoms down her legs. Her legs part wide for me as I drop her shorts to the ground with little care. What I want is staring me right in the face.
“Donovan,” she whispers, and I look up to see her heavy-lidded gaze on me.
My hands spread wide on her thighs as I take my seat again. Her pink pussy glistens for me. I lean closer, breathing her scent in as deeply as my lungs will allow. She gasps when the pointedtip of my tongue darts out to swipe a taste of her juices. It’s cute enough to have me smiling against her pussy before I go in for another taste. There’s even a hint of my cum lingering there. The reminder only makes me harder.
It’s not long before her pussy is drenched. My chin is covered, my mouth flooded. And the little sounds she makes is music to my fucking ears. As I suck her clit, she begins to chant my name like I’m a god.
“Please,” she begs. “Don’t stop,” soon follows.
Her fingers twist in my hair as her hips roll against my face. I can feel her legs shaking in my hold. She’s close.
Astra comes with a deep gasp as her body folds up. I have a split-second to take in how her expression is painted in ecstasy before she forces me to bury my face between her thighs. I drink her down, lapping at her sensitive clit until she yanks me away by firm grip on my hair.
My lips meet the soft flesh of her thigh, and I can’t help but leave a lingering kiss before I pull away.
I stand over her lax body. Her lids are half closed, but even still, I can see the excitement and thrill in her eyes as I unfasten my pants. My throbbing cock is in my hand a second later. I’m so hard that I’m seconds away from coming.
“Fuck, Astra,” I grunt as I work my cock with a firm grip. She parts her legs just enough to be an invitation. I want inside. I want to leave her stuffed with my cum.
But a better idea comes to mind.
I could mark her in other ways. Leave my scent behind so everyone fucking knows who she belongs to.
The thought gives me pause.
The jolt of reality is quickly swept away as my balls draw up. I come, and all thoughts cease to exist. I empty myself onto her smooth skin, her cream-drenched pussy, and even manage to get a bit on her shirt.
Spent, I flop back into the chair. When she sits up, I reach for her, pulling her into my lap once again.
It’s just the two of us as our racing hearts calm. As the reality of the world slowly drifts back down to us.
I’ve never felt calmer than I do in this moment.
But it’s the calm in the middle of a raging storm.
With Astra in my arms, nothing seems to matter.
