Page 28 of Devil’s Promise

I draw in a quick breath, my nipple peaking against the rough skin of his hand.

He grunts as he moves forward, pushing me back until my legs hit the bed. His hand slides to the other breast and then he pinches my nipple, a sharp sting of pleasure moving through me.

Leaning down, he replaces his fingers with his mouth, his tongue sliding over the stiff peak.

It’s so good, the pleasure that zips through me, it has me wrapping an arm around his neck, my body arching into his mouth.

He sucks the nipple deeper between his lips, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

I can feel this flood of liquid and heat coating my thighs. His body bumps mine, pushing me back on the bed, and my ass lands with a soft thud.

He keeps moving forward, his legs pushing mine apart, his penis only a few inches from my face as he stands in front of where I sit on the bed.

He’s still stroking himself. “Open your lips,” he orders, thrusting his hips forward as the head of his junk bumps against my lips.

But now I do what he asks because I’m curious and honestly, because this is actually interesting and fun.

As I open my mouth, he rubs the tip against my lips, coating them with a sticky, salty liquid. I automatically dart my tongue out to lick it off.

“Fuck, Promise. Are you tasting me?” And then he pushes himself against my mouth again, the mushroom head sinking between my lips.

His head tilts back and he lets out a loud groan. I expect him to keep going, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls out and then pushes my shoulder so that I fall the rest of the way back on the bed.

Before I can even settle myself, he’s climbing up my body, his knees on either side of me, caging me in as he keeps pumping his rod.

“Your nipples are the prettiest fucking color,” he grunts, squeezing one again. “I can’t wait to paint them in my cum.”

I’m half relieved that his plan seems to be to just jerk off on my chest, like he promised, when he reaches back and slides his hand down my stomach and over my mound, his middle finger grazing over my clit.

It feels so good, I buck off the bed but can’t go anywhere, his body hardly allowing me to move as he starts tracing a circle over the sensitive bud.

My whole body responds, the pleasure too intense. I squeeze my eyes shut pressing into his hand.

I had no idea it would feel like this.

I grip his thigh as he thrusts his hips forward and hits my mouth with the tip again. I open my eyes and my gaze locks with his, my eyes wide. “Suck my cock, Promise.”

I open my mouth and he slides in, another groan falling from his lips. His hand is moving faster over himself, but his finger on my clit is moving faster too, and I can feel the sweetest tension I’ve ever known building even as he pushes his thickness over my tongue and deeper between my lips.

“Fuck yeah, sweetheart, now close that mouth and suck.”

I do as he commands and he presses even harder on my clit as my reward. My hips are bucking against his hand, my thighs shaking as my body gets tighter and tighter.

He pulls out of my mouth again, sliding back as he angles the tip right over my chest. “I’m going to cum all over you and then I’m going to dip my face between your thighs so that your juice is all over me.”

It’s the dirtiness of his words that undo me. It’s so delicious that I cry out, my body spasming as I break apart. He starts to cum too, thick white cum coating first one nipple and then the other.

He’s still cumming as he swings one leg over my body and turns, diving face first between my legs.

I watch as his broad shoulders hover over my hips, his head dipping between my thighs.

The first sweep of his tongue is so intense that I start to cum again, my body shaking even as a long, loud moan falls from my lips.

And then my eyes pop open as I try to scramble away.

Because…

I don’t make noise like this. Not ever. A sigh is one thing. But a moan?