Page 94 of Married to the Devil

“But this is my business.”

“I know that, and I defer to your judgement, but you can trust me. You can lean on me too.”

I believe her. Only I want to be her pillar, not the other way around.

I press my lips to hers lightly. It’s meant to be barely more than a brush, but that quickly turns to more. Her mouth opens, our tongues touch, and a flare brightens in my core.

I fist her hair and devour her.

“It has been a stressful day,” I snarl in her ear as I roughly unbutton her jeans. I shove my hand down the front, cupping her pussy. “And if you want to be partners, you can start by helping me relieve some stress.”

“How do you propose I do that?”

“I’m fairly sure you’ve figured it out already.” I click my tongue and bite her chin. “You’re dripping into my palm, you filthy girl.”

“Rafe!”

I smile at the outrage in her voice.

But it’s true. She’s soaking wet. “You’re drenched, you dirty girl. What did it for you? Was it the blood on the floor?”

“No!”

“Oh, baby, are you a sick, twisted girl?”

“Rafe—“

I grab her pussy tighter. She gasps in surprise. “Tell me you’re fucked up, June.”

“Oh god,” she moans. “Please.”

“Say it, you dirty girl. Tell me you’re fucked up. Tell me you like it when my big dick rips into you, spreads you open, and ruins your lovely pussy.”

“That’s too much… can’t remember…” She moans as I grind the heel of my palm into her clit.

“Then just say this. Tell me you’re fucked up.”

“I’m fucked up,” she moans. “Now don’t tease me too much.”

I kiss her hard, hungry and growling as I get her jeans down. I stroke her pussy with my fingers, gliding them inside, grinding them in deep. They slip in like it’s nothing. She’s drenched, so much it’s running down her inner thighs. Fuck, it’s beautiful and I can’t help myself.

I drop to my knees and lick her up.

“Rafe, fuck,” she says, shuddering. I shove her shirt over her lovely tits and squeeze her chest as my mouth sucks her pussy, licking and lapping. I love her taste, her moans, the way her body reacts to every motion.

“You are a twisted, sick girl, baby, and you love it when I ruin you.”

“God, yes, I do,” she gasps, grabbing my hair and grinding against my face. “Fuuuuuck, that’s so good.”

“Selfish—fucking—girl—“ I stand before she can come on my mouth. I kiss her, making her taste her pussy before turning her around, yanking down her jeans the rest of the way, and shoving her panties aside.

“Fuck, if this is my punishment⁠—“

I grab her hair. She arches her back, thinking I’m about to sink inside.

Instead, I spank her ass raw.

Thwack!