Page 33 of Enter the Lair

She couldn’t stop her moan any more than the juices that trickled from her pussy.Her gaze locked with his.She could see his need.Feel his hunger.It was all for her.She had never wanted to be the center of attention until now.She wanted to be his.

“Give it to me Sarah.Slip those perfect lips around my dick.”His tone was low, aroused.

She moved to the base of the bed, stroking the length of his erection.She licked her lips slowly.He growled.

Sarah crawled onto the bed and up to his waist.She didn’t rush.She felt that he liked watching her.Her lips parted as she leaned down to lick the engorged head.She replaced his hands with hers as she took him into her mouth.She felt him tense as she sucked him deep.His fingers gripped her hair, tightening as she became accustomed to the warm width of him filling her mouth.

“Yes sweetheart, suck it.Don’t stop till I tell you,” he said through clenched teeth.

His girth wouldn’t allow her fingers to meet when wrapped around him, but the tandem action of her mouth and hand had him pushing against her, looking for more.She took him deep and held him there.

“Yes!That’s so fucking good,” he groaned.

She liked this.Feeling in control.Him losing his.She pulled back and sucked hard on the head before releasing him.He grabbed her shoulders.

“Enough.Get on top of me,” he commanded.

She crawled up his body and positioned him at her entrance.She didn’t move.She wasn’t sure what she was waiting for.

He growled.“Sarah.Sit your sweet pussy on my cock now.”

She smiled.“Or what?”

He grabbed her hips and pulled her down on him with force.She screamed as she came.She expected him to go slow.To have limited strength due to his ordeal.She was wrong.His hands gripped her hips, imprinting his fingers permanently on her hips.He met every stroke with force, pumping into her, shocking her with his vigor.

“You’re so tight.You feel so damn good.”

She didn’t know how he could talk.She couldn’t form words if she tried.Her brain was so focused on the amazing pleasure pounding through her body.She loved the sound of his voice, especially when he was at the edge of his control.Like he was now.

One hand came up to pull her breast down to his mouth.He sucked the nipple into his mouth abruptly.The sensitive nub creating a pinch of pain as his tongue surrounded it.His tempo never decreased despite his ministrations.

She felt the tightening coil in her abdomen.The need to come burning through her.He slowed down.“No!Don’t stop.”She was so close.

He nipped her breast.The sting created a fresh flow of her juices.They ran down her thighs, coating him.An animalistic sound vibrated in his throat.She felt his anticipation as much as she heard it.The sensation became so much, she tumbled over the edge shouting his name.He increased his tempo, grabbing her hips again so he could thrust deeper.He groaned loudly as his warm jets erupted inside her.

She lay on him like a rag doll.Thoughts of moving too much effort to bear.His hand stroked light caresses down her back.She felt cherished.Loved.With it came a sense of betrayal.She lay there, enjoying herself while a madman held her best friend captive.

“Sarah, what are you thinking?You’re upset.”Concern laced his voice.“Did I hurt you?”

She shook against his chest unable to lift her head.“No.I was thinking what an awful person I am,” she admitted.

“How can you think that?You’re incredible.You could have followed in your father and brother’s footsteps yet you forged your own path.I have no idea how you did it.”

“My mother wasn’t like them.I never talk about her.”

His voice was gentle.“I was told she died when you were a toddler.You still remember her?”

“Most people think that.She didn’t actually die until I was eleven, but she was in a wheelchair for the last six years of her life,”

Devon felt her bitterness despite the even tone of her voice.

“Why does the public think she died?”

“She loved Henry.He was an Arabian stallion, and he was beautiful.”She swallowed, taking a moment to collect herself.Devon didn’t rush her.She appreciated that.“They were riding on our property.We were living in Texas at the time.She loved riding.Her favorite was at a full gallop.She said she never felt so free as when Henry ran full out.He was fast.So fast...anyway a rattler was roused from its den and struck.The snake didn’t get a firm hold and wasn’t able to inject its venom, but Henry startled at a full run and went down.He rolled right over Mom, breaking her back.”She let the old feeling of helplessness surge through her.

Devon’s arms circled around her, bringing stability and comfort to her stormy emotions.“There’s more,” he said.

“My father distanced himself from us.He was ashamed to be seen with my mother in public.Soon she didn’t leave the house.My father spent all his time with Donny.He hired a nurse to care for my mother, but sold all the animals from the farm and fired the stable staff.”