Page 59 of Devious Love

He grasps my arm, stopping me, and shakes his head. “Say it.”

With a sultry smile, I lean forward, slower this time. “I want your dick in my pussy.”

Smirking, he takes his cock out of his jeans. My breath catches at the sight of him, my heart thrashing against my rib cage. Holy shit. He’s huge. Dammit—he’s going to ruin my poor little pussy.

Once he’s sheathed, he clutches my hips and jerks me forward, my skirt riding up in the process. He holds my gazeas he pushes my panties to the side, but as he rubs my clit, he breaks eye contact, focusing on his movements.

I’m already more turned on than I’ve ever been. My mind spins, and when he slips his fingers inside me and curls them upward, my vision blurs at the edges.

“Oh, God.” I clutch his shoulder, my eyes locked on him.

He looks up, breaking into a wicked smile. “You’re so fucking wet.” He slips his fingers out of me and grasps his dick, positioning it at my entrance. With a groan, he pushes the tip inside me. “So fucking tight.”

He fucks me slowly, pulling almost all the way out. His strokes are long and leisurely, our mouths molded together in a kiss that makes my lips numb. With each thrust, I take him deeper. The whole house vibrates to the beat of the music downstairs, but up here, in this tiny space, our heaving breaths and the wet sounds of him thrusting deep into my drenched pussy envelop us. It’s magic, nothing less. I’ve never been fucked like this before. Every movement is more perfect than the last. I bet the girls he’s been with think about him every time they touch themselves. I know I will.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him into me. He smells like mint and something woodsy, the scent sliding under my skin and curling through my cells. He fills me—not only physically, but with his scent, his hot breath, his callused hands that ignite a fire inside me.

As I barrel into my orgasm, my toes curling and my legs shaking, I moan louder and dig my heels into his back. He catches my bottom lip between his teeth, sending a jolt of pain through me. My pussy pulsates in response, and I come, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

He releases my lip and buries his face in my neck. “Just like that, baby…”

He doesn’t slow. Dark spots dance in my vision, and my whole body spasms as he draws out my orgasm. When some of my sense returns, I kiss him ravenously, muffling my moans by keeping my mouth locked on his. It’s the best sex I’ve ever had.

Palming my ass, he quickens his pace, and the sound of his balls slapping my ass fills the room. He leans away and focuses on where we’re connected. “What a fucking sight,” he whispers, looking up again. “Your pussy takes me so well.”

As his movements become faster and rougher, he grips my ass again, his fingers painfully denting into my flesh. He seeks my lips, devouring my mouth and playing with my tongue, winding me up once more.

Growling, he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and pounds into me harder, triggering my second orgasm as he comes with me. My core throbs as heat washes over me. My heart beats out of control, and it feels like heaven.

When he takes a step back and slips out of me, I jump off the washing machine, unable to keep from smiling like an idiot. He tosses the condom into the trash can in the corner. While he’s focused on tucking himself back in, I study him; his lips are puffy, and the strip of skin visible between his mask and his hairline is damp.

I check my wig, and once I know it’s secure, I pull up the bodice of my dress and turn around. “Zip me up?”

“Is this an Alice in Wonderland tattoo? It looks super fresh,” he says as he eases the zipper up.

I designed the tattoo myself, Alice’s silhouette and a hat befitting the Mad Hatter. Grinning, I turn to face him. “Yeah, I did it yesterday.”

He studies me for a moment then inches toward the door. “Indeed, we’re all mad here,” he murmurs, quoting my tattoo.

I bite my cheek and follow him into the hallway. Now that there’s a little more space, he takes me in from head to toe. Every inch of skin his eyes roam over burns with desire.

“Is there any chance I can convince you to give me your number?” he asks.

I’ve never felt chemistry like this before. It makes me want to see him again, touch him again, but I can’t. I lied about why I’m here, and I’m only staying a few days. It wouldn’t be wise.

“Sorry.”

He gives me a rueful smile, shaking his head. “Maybe your name?”

Heart pinching, I wring my hands. “Sorry, no.”

Abruptly, he pulls me into him and slams his lips to mine. I cling to his chest, fisting his T-shirt because my legs can no longer hold my weight. When he steps back and beams at me, my head spins.

“Wanted to give you something you won’t forget.”

Trust me, even without that earth-shattering kiss, I could never forget you.

“Who knows? Maybe I’ll see you around town.”