I’m panting like I’ve just run a marathon, the pressure in my dick almost unbearable.
“No.” She bites my lip hard, drawing a groan out of me, “But you can bemygood boy.”
Christ. This woman.
She spreads her legs and I slip a hand beneath her waistband. Keeping the pressure on her clit, I follow the curve of her ass until the slick surface of her folds hit my fingers.
“Fuck. You’re so wet.”
An unseen thong gets pushed to the side as I slip a finger inside. Thrusting slowly, I feel the tight pressure of her walls clench around me.
“Is this all for me, darling?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Devil.” A teasing grin hits her lips, “Elle already had me ready before you came along.”
Not the words I want to hear.
Tightening my grip on her ponytail, I shut her up with another kiss. The heat between us starts to build and smoulder as I slip another finger inside her. Thrusting in and out, I kiss herthrough the penetration, swallowing the sounds she makes for me and me alone.
Her nails scrape the back of my skull and down my neck, slipping beneath the tattered edge of my shirt. I feel her make her way south, across my shoulders and down my vertebrae as though she plans on counting them all.
Before she can hit the ridge on my back, I pull my hand out of her pants and kick the back of her knees. Calista buckles and drops to the floor, the golden strands of her hair still wrapped around my fist.
“I think I’ve heard enough from you tonight.” A growl seeps into my voice, “Take it out.”
Emerald flames flicker with unbridled desire as her swollen lips stretch into a smile.
“Are you being bossy again, Devil?”
“You heard what I said.” Thrusting my hips forward, my grip tightens, “Take my cock out and put it in your mouth. Before I have to choke you with it.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Open your mouth and we’ll find out.”
I watch Calista Drache undo my zipper and slip a hand inside my cargo pants. Her nails tease the side of my length, the gentle scratches and not-so gentle squeezes ensuring all the blood in my body lies between her hands.
“He’s smaller than I expected.” She gives me a teasing grin, her eyes dancing up to my face, “But don’t worry, they say the size doesn’t matter.”
“I wasn’t worried, darling.”
A smirk hits my face as I watch her take out my dick. Her eyes grow wide with surprise, the green orbs soaking in the true gems of my labour.
“Oh, my.” She breathes out the words, “What a pretty boy you are.”
The barbell sits loud and proud on the end of my dick, the ampallang piercing running beneath the thick skin decorating my tip. It helps to even out the flow of tattoos from my lower abdomen to the top my thighs, and better yet, I’ve yet to get a complaint about wearing jewellery to bed.
It’s the gift that keeps on giving.
“Open your mouth, Miss Drache.”
A fire ignites in her eyes, the look of a woman who enjoys submission just as much as dominance. It’s a look that has anticipation racing up my spine, a silent truce that says she won’t slit my throat until after this is over.
“Don’t forget your promise.”
It’s the last thing she says before wrapping her lips around me.
A groan slips from my mouth when she takes me all the way to the back of her throat, swallowing eagerly before pulling back and doing it again. Her tongue flicks my piercings with every bob, the tight suction of her mouth the perfect hole to fuck.
