I pulled his boxers down and gazed hungrily at his cock. It was thick and long, with a prominent vein running down it. I leaned forward and licked the vein, and his cock twitched.
A smile crossed my lips as precum coated them.
Oliver moaned, and his hands caught in my hair as I sucked on the tip like a popsicle. I ran my tongue down the meatus part of his cock, and Devon’s head banged against the wall. Oh, helikedthat. I cupped his balls and squeezed them lightly, checking to see what he enjoyed. His cock twitched towards me, and in a smooth move, I took him into my mouth.
Devon released a strangled cry as I took him as deep as I could. He was so thick he stretched my mouth, and my pussy pulsed in response. Devon would stretch me to my limit, and it would be delicious. With one hand holding him steady, I slipped my other down my yoga pants and touched myself. I mewed around his cock as I found my clit. Devon’s hands gripped tighter, and the pain sent tingles through my body.
I gently ran my teeth over his shaft, and Devon let out a strangled shout. “Christ! Alicia.”
I popped him out of my mouth and skittered back. Quickly, I yanked my clothing off, so I was naked before him. Devon’s eyes raked over me, and his cock jerked as Devon palmed it roughly.
“Touch yourself in front of me,” he ordered. With a coy smile, I lay down and opened my legs, and Devon hissed.
I paused, a little uncertain; this was something I’d not done in front of anyone before. I lay back, and my hand found my clitoris.
“Jesus, baby,” Devon moaned.
I cried out as I began massaging the hard nub, and my pussy tightened in anticipation. Devon’s eyes narrowed on my core as he kept palming himself. I whimpered as my orgasm built, and then Devon was between my legs. He hauled my hips up and slid inside me.
“Yes, Devon!” I screamed. His cock was slightly painful as he was so big. Devon didn’t give me time to adjust as he lost control and began hammering into me. The pain sent me spiralling over into an orgasm, and I clenched around him, making him grit his teeth.
“Alicia! Fuck, I’m going to come,” Devon yelled. I tightened my legs as I kept rubbing my clit against him, savouring my orgasm. Devon shouted as he shoved deep once and made me cry out. His own release flooded me, and my pussy walls clamped down, milking his cock for everything it was worth.
My vision tunnelled, and I saw stars. I thought I was going to black out as Devon kept fucking me hard. My entire world narrowed to the pleasure he was giving me and his cock. My nipples were rock hard, and my hands pinched them just as Devon reached between us, and he flicked my clit.
A scream resounded as Devon cried out in triumph, and we came together again. The world turned black with tiny starbursts of light, and I swear I blacked out for a few seconds. Devon collapsed onto his elbows and then rolled to his side, taking me with him. He cupped my head and leaned it on his shoulder as his hand ran up and down my flank. Our bodies were sweaty, hot, and sticky, and I couldn’t care less.
“Again,” I muttered, and Devon broke into laughter.
“Might need a few minutes to recover,” he teased.
“Ten minutes and then a repeat, please,” I said through little pants.
“Anything you want, baby,” Devon promised.
I liked the sound of that.
Devon
Two days made a hell of a different in Alicia. It was mind-boggling and totally surprising. After the first day, which we’d spent mostly in bed, Alicia seemed to come out of her shell. Glimpses of her old self poked through her reserved behaviour several times. It warmed me that Alicia was so comfortable with me that she could relax that guard of hers.
The girl I’d known wasn’t lost but buried deep under what Oliver had created. It would take time, but I could undo what he’d wrought.
Fucking asshole. Why would Oliver destroy what he supposedly fell in love with? It didn’t make sense to me.
The second day, when we got out of bed and ate, we headed out to fish. Alicia made me laugh as she still couldn’t bait a hook for love or money. She wrinkled her nose, laughing and handing me the worms and her rod.
Within moments of casting, Alicia was tucked into my side with her head on my shoulder, just like old times. Life couldn’t get any better.
That night in bed, Alicia was enthusiastic to try anything. I’d noted a little pain got her off, but she didn’t like a lot. Caning, for example, was out, but a spanking was acceptable. How the hell Oliver had cheated on her, I don’t know, but he was a fucking tool. Alicia lit up for me, and she became bolder every time weslept together. I finally had my girl, and it was like a dream come true.
Alicia
Devon was doing wonders for me. My confidence was beginning to soar, and if I made a mistake, he didn’t look at me with pity or condemnation. He constantly praised and complimented me, and as someone who’d been starved of compliments, I was soaking them up. The voice Oliver had installed in my head kept popping up and challenging Devon’s words even as I struggled to squish it. Oliver remained very much present in my mind despite not being in my life.
I think Devon picked up on when I was doubting myself because he instantly praised me to challenge the negativity. I did note that I smiled more often around him, and that he ignored any errors and didn’t criticise. The sheer scope of how under Oliver’s thumb I’d been alarmed me. Worse, I could recognise it, but that didn’t help me battle it. The fact Oliver hadn’t valued, cherished, and loved me as I had him hurt more than I could say.
It would be a long time before I healed and recovered from—hell, I was unsure what to call it—conditioning? Without the constant barrage of sly comments, I was kind of lost. Devon was so genuine, and I was uncertain how to handle that. Oliver would never have booked a cottage on the coast. He’d have gone big and booked an exclusive resort, and even there, I would have been on display.
