Page 30 of Devil’s Promise

She wiggles to get out from my grip.

“Careful, that feels fantastic and I already want to cum all over your ass.”

She stills, still looking back at me as she nips her bottom lip. Then she pretends to write on her palm again.

I grunt in frustration. “I’m going to sleep.”

She wiggles again, this time harder.

“What the fuck?”

Then she points down at her belly.

It clicks. She needs to pee.

With another growl of frustration, I toss back the covers. Grabbing her, I roll her over the top of me and then swing us both out of the bed, carrying her to the bathroom door.

I flick on the light and then set her down.

She slips into the bathroom, softly clicking the door closed.

I only pause for a second, and then I head back to other room, grabbing my phone.

She’s stepping out of the bathroom just as I walk back in, phone in hand. But she doesn’t ask for it. Instead, Promise holds her finger up to her teeth, pretending to brush.

Right.

I point back at the bathroom and realize that I’m now gesturing without speaking.

She follows my command, spinning around to walk into the bathroom, and I have a moment to appreciate the sight of her just walking around my loft naked.

Her ass looks fantastic as she moves, little dimples appearing. The indent of her waist and the flare of her hips makes my cock granite-hard.

Then there are her toned legs. Not long, but nicely muscled.

“You work out?” I ask as I follow behind. She mimes running, naked, parts jiggling that make me go from rock-hard to diamond-stiff in an instant.

She steps up to the sink, her eyes searching for the promised toothbrush as I pop mine from the holder, handing it to her.

She wrinkles her nose, sticking out her tongue.

“Your cum is all over my face,” I say, looking down at her chest where my jiz has dried. She still shakes her head and then grabs my phone.

Mouths have bacteria and we haven’t even swapped spit.

“Swapped spit?” I ask, snorting. “That’s something we said in eighth grade.”

I see the color fill her face as she looks away. Is she embarrassed? Did I make her feel juvenile? I like her inexperience. I hook her waist and pull her to my chest, holding her jaw in my other hand.

Then I drop my mouth to hers, kissing those soft fucking lips before I swipe my tongue between them.

She’s still under me, not kissing back. But when I lift my head, her eyes are wide and a little dazed, like she has no idea what just happened. “Was that your first kiss?”

Her tongue darts out to lick her lips and then she nods. Which means I kiss her again. My other hand slides up into all that blonde hair as I work her mouth.

Was I tired? Not anymore. I want to pop her up on the bathroom sink and plow into her. I love that she doesn’t know how to kiss back.

She’s hanging onto my forearms like they are a lifeline as I bend her back, continuing the onslaught against her mouth.