Page 97 of Dance With A Devil

I go still.

“You’re exactly where you’re meant to be,” he says, lowering himself like a demon sent to worship. “So let me enjoy you properly.”

He spreads me open with both hands, slow, wide, reverent, and then drags his tongue from bottom to top. One slow, devastating stroke.

By the time his mouth seals around my clit, I’m gone.

Completely, utterly fucking gone.

His tongue works me over like it’s the only thing he was born to do, circling, teasing, sucking until I’m clawing at his hair and moaning his name like a prayer no god will ever answer.

“If you keep this up,” I gasp, “I’m going to come.”

He pulls away for half a second, breath hot against my slick skin. “Then come,” he growls, eyes locked on mine. “I want to taste the part of you no one else has.”

He dives back in, tongue fucking me open, alternating between slow torture and frantic hunger. I shatter with his mouth on me, screaming his name into the Devil’s house.

“Dash, oh myGod!”

He doesn’t let up. Not even after I come. He licks it up like he’s starving. Then he kisses me.

I taste myself on his lips, warm, sweet, obscene.

“Good girls call on God,” he says, voice thick with satisfaction. “But you, Pumpkin…” He licks the taste of me from his bottom lip. “You scream for your Devils.”

“I’m a good girl,” I lie, breathless.

“You’re the filthiest kind of girl,” he growls, pressing his lips to mine again, rougher this time.

And then, he opens my mouth with his fingers andspits. Some of my own orgasm, back into my tongue.

My eyes go wide. Every nerve lights up.

“Swallow,” he commands.

And like the dirty little creature he’s turning me into, I do. I fuckingswallow.

“Show me.”

I open my mouth, stick out my tongue.

His eyes burn. “You’re a good fucking girl, Athens.” Then he kisses me like I’ve been marked. Like Ibelongto him now.

“I know,” I whisper when he finally breaks the kiss.

He grins. “Don’t get cocky now.”

“Who, me?” I smirk, pulling my joggers up like a brat trying to play innocent. “I mean… I thought you were going to fuck me, not just eat me like a cursed peach.”

Dash grabs my wrist. Heat blooms beneath his grip.

“Trust me,” he murmurs, dragging his lips across my cheek. “There’s nothing I want more than to slide my cock into those velvety-smoothbeef curtainsof yours.”

I blink. “Beef… what?”

He chuckles darkly. “Your pussy, Pumpkin. That pretty little slice of heaven you keep trying to act like I didn’t just ruin with my mouth.”

“Well, when is it gonna be the right time then?”