Page 27 of Devil's Claim

I could get used to this.

He gently pushed my lips apart, sliding his tongue inside. Every sound he issued was guttural yet controlled. Although somehow I doubted he cared about anyone overhearing our carnal play.

I did so adore the taste of the man and the way his body felt against mine.

When he finally pulled our lips free, he tilted my head, dragging his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other.

“Be careful,” I whispered, tingling even more than I’d been before. “You’ll crinkle the dress and you’ve yet to decide whether you like this one.”

“I’m not inclined to be careful about anything I crave.” He wrapped one hand around my throat, the act so possessive my nipples immediately hardened.

“No, you’re not.” I didn’t ask him why he wanted me because it simply didn’t matter. We clicked. I rubbed the palms of my hands down his chest, neither of us blinking as I unfastened his belt. I darted a look around him at the thick curtain keeping unwanted eyes from spying on us.

The fabric remained closed. I bit back a sigh and unzipped his cargo pants, sliding my hand inside. Just touching his thick cock made my mouth water. On top of everything, the very bad man had awakened the naughty girl inside of me. I pushed him away gently, tonguing my lower lip before slowly falling to my knees.

His chuckle was as dark as the way he was dressed. He planted one hand on the wall, grabbing a handful of my hair at the scalp with the other.

I tugged down his pants, finally exposing his swollen balls. The scent of the man was dangerous, infusing my senses with a strong scent of musk. I gave him a mischievous look before darting my tongue across his cockhead.

He muttered something in Spanish that was drowned out by the soothing music oozing from unseen speakers. Maybe the sound would mask my cries when he fucked me.

And I knew he would.

I swirled the tip of my tongue around his cockhead, slathering his shaft with my saliva. Just being able to taste him this way was sinful enough, but I had a feeling he was lacking in patience.

So I had to hurry.

After blowing across the surface, I licked all the way down the underside to his testicles, taking one ball sac into my mouth.

He tugged on my hair and jutted his hips forward. I sucked until he growled, finishing with licking from one ball to the other. When I stole a quick glance at his face, I was shocked how heated his expression had become.

“Keep sucking,” he commanded.

With his grip on my hair remaining firm, there was no choice. Not that I minded. I took his shaft down an inch at a time, constantly swirling my tongue back and forth. He grunted in pleasure. Every sound he made boosted the electricity, but I could swear they were getting louder and louder.

My eyes cinched closed, I enjoyed the moment, licking and sucking. When he finally took control, fucking my mouth with even but brutal strokes, the light gagging noise coming from my throat added to the strange mix.

He fucked my mouth for at least two minutes, every second passing adding tension to his stance. As well as additional heat inside the tight confines. I was breathless, swimming in perspiration. He was so rock hard he filled my mouth to the point my jaws were aching.

My heart racing.

Enjoying this made no sense, but that’s exactly what was happening. I was thrown by the continued sensations, torn between wanting him to come in my mouth and needing him to drive his cock deep inside my pussy.

Decisions. Decisions.

Only I wasn’t the one making them.

He answered my question of need, jerking me to my feet. I was about to remind him about the dress again when he yanked the hem up by several inches, driving his hand between my thighs.

“Oh, fuck,” I said way too loudly, instantly biting my lower lip. Every part of me was quivering so badly I gripped his shoulder for support.

“Do you want something, sweet Christine?”

I doubted the word sweet could be used in conjunction with my name any longer. Nothing about me remained like saccharine after what I’d done in only a few hours. “Uh-huh.”

“What’s that?”

“Your big fat cock.” Shame on me.