Page 8 of Married to the Devil

He pulls back with a snarl and stands, fisting my hair. “Not yet,” he says, pushing me down onto my heels, back against the glass. “This first.”

His belt buckle. His slacks unzip. My mouth waters in horror and anticipation as he kicks himself free and slides off his black boxer briefs.

One tatted fist grips the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.

He’s thick and long.

And there’s fucking ink on the base.

Heaven.

What the fuck?

I whimper as he presses his enormous tip into my mouth. I lick it, sloppy and eager. I haven’t done this in a long time but that doesn’t seem to matter. He takes my hands, holds them above my head, and fucks my mouth like I really am his doll.

I moan, whimpering, spit rolling down his shaft as he fills my mouth. He growls as he does it and releases one wrist.

“Touch yourself while I fuck your pretty lips, doll,” he moans, eyes half-lidded.

A man unused to losing control.

I do as I’m told. My fingers graze through soaking folds to find my swollen clit. I moan as pleasure slams into my core. I stroke and stroke as he fucks my lips and I’m going to lose my mind, going to explode. He’s salty, spreading my mouth. I can barely take him.

He pulls back with a moan, gripping his base.

“Look at you, your lips all swollen and pretty.” He shoves a thumb into my mouth. “All that spit.” He strokes it up and down his shaft. “So fucking messy.”

“You did that to me,” I whisper, hand over my pussy, one more stroke from breaking. “I thought you mentioned a bed…?”

His eyes are fire as he drags me to my feet. “No time.” He turns me, ripping my panties down, tearing my dress up the side. It hangs off me like a rag. I spent a hundred dollars on that… “I need this now.”

“Rafe—“

He presses his tip against me. Kicks my legs wide. Bends one arm behind my back and pushes my cheek against the cold glass. I know I’m forgetting something. I’m responsible June, right? What am I forgetting?

My mind goes blank.

Nothing else in the world exists.

As the biggest, thickest cock I’ve ever experienced slowly fills me.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” I moan, eyes rolling back.

“Oh, good girl,” Rafe says, voice trembling. “This normally takes… a lot longer… but you… fuck.”

He fills me. He breaks me. I moan, eyes watering. It hurts a lot, but it also feels so good I could scream. He’s shaking with desire as his cock pulls back, pushes in, pulls back, pushes in, filling me, easing me wider, wider, forcing me to take him.

“Rafe… I can’t…”

“You will.” He slides in deeper. “Every. Single. Inch.”

“Rafe!”

He moans as he slides more, more, more. I didn’t know I could fit this much of a man inside me, but he keeps going, stretching me, taking me, in and out, deeper, deeper, until he gasps and says my name, and I’m right on the edge of crumbling to ash.

Like his knuckles.

Like my name.