Page 136 of Handsome Devil

Grabbing both my wrists, he pinned them to the headboard above me. “Move, and I deny you an orgasm. Clear?”

I nodded.

He planted his knees on either side of my waist, hiking himself up, angling his engorged, dripping cock into my mouth. He scooted along my body until his thighs trapped my shoulders, his glistening crown in my face.

“Gonna check how good you worked on that gag reflex.”

I nodded again. I was so excited I could feel my pulse between my thighs.

“Understand, Apricity, that I’m about to fuck your face. Are you prepared for that?”

“Yes,” I said slowly. “I understand. Fuck my face already. I’m about to fall back to slee—”

He shoved his cock into my mouth in one go. I immediately gagged, my eyes watering as I inhaled through my nose. Oh God. He was thick. To make matters worse, he braced one hand over the headboard, using his free one to grab the back of my neck. He thrust into my mouth, hard.

“That’s right. Take it like a good girl.”

I had the distinct feeling he was trying to mark me somehow. He pulled back, then thrust his cock into my mouth again, and I saw stars, my mouth dripping with saliva as I held my breath. He fucked my face mercilessly, without rhythm or tempo, his balls hitting my chin each time he drove home. I resisted the urge toreach and play with myself while he hit the back of my throat again and again, using his hand on my neck to pull me into him, making his entire shaft disappear inside my throat until I felt it curve into my bloody neck. I couldn’t risk not getting an orgasm. I knew this one would be earth-shattering.

“No. No. I’m not coming in your mouth,” he muttered to himself, pulling out of me all at once. He rolled me to my stomach and braced his knees on either side of my bum, locking me in place. He was quivering a little, and I knew it was because he was breaking his own rules, having me in his kingdom, in his bed. “How’s the mouth?” He scowled.

“I’ll survive,” I said around a big ball of nothing.Maybe. If he didn’t dislocate my jaw.

His knuckles slid down my ass, a finger dipping into my pussy.

I slapped his hand away, my face buried in his pillows. “No,” I said, my breathing choppy. “Fuck me. Use me. Drown in me. You want this to be loveless? So be it.”

With a growl, he spat on his cock, sheathing it with saliva by stroking it up and down, then wedged the crown into my opening. My thighs were squeezed together, which made the friction unbearably hot, and when he pushed inside, he discovered I was already wet for him.

A guttural sound came from the bottom of his lungs, and he leaned forward, his teeth sinking into the side of my neck as he began thrusting into me, hard and deep, still caging my legs shut for maximum resistance. My eyes rolled inside their sockets. Each time he pushed into me, the momentum jerked me forward, making my head bang against the headboard and my clit chafe the mattress. My tits bounced, my nipples grazing the sheets, creating delicious friction. Heat spread inside my core.

My pulse became erratic, mirroring his fitful thrusts. I pushed to my forearms, arching my back. This allowed him todrive deeper into me. But it was almost too good. I was going to come soon, and I wanted to prolong this sensation. The sound of our flesh slapping together mixed with the scent of our juices filling the air. We panted and grunted and clawed at each other’s skin, like we were at war. Each time he slammed into me, I felt like he was tipping me over the edge of a tall, looming cliff.

He reached around my waist, massaging my clit and stroking my labia. My orgasm gathered in the pit of my stomach like a tsunami gaining momentum before rising above surface.

“Don’t come until I tell you to.” His mouth grazed my ear.

I slid into a cat/cow pose as I kept dangling my arse in offering to him. I wanted him to claim all of me. I wanted to come to terms with what we were.

Forbidden.

Wrong.

A lie.

He caught up with my wordless invitation. His lips nibbled the shell of my ear. “Is this an offering?” His palm dragged from my waist to my ass, massaging my glutes with confident strokes.

“No,” I hissed. “It’s a demand.”

“There’s my little killer.” We were both killers. No matter how much I tried to excuse my own past. “Why?”

“Because the more pieces of me I give you, the less I feel guilty for what I’ve done to you.”

“I’ve already forgiven you the day you agreed to be my wife.” He slid out of my pussy and bent between my legs. Thumbing my arse cheeks and spreading them open, he dragged his hot, flat tongue from my clit along the slit of my pussy, all the way up to my tight hole. He licked and nibbled, causing me to shudder with pleasure, before spitting into my rectum and repositioning himself on his knees. “Besides, I could never get enough of you.” The head of his cock kissed my taut hole. “Not too late to change your mind.”

“Fuck me like I’m one of your nameless conquests.”

The push inside was painful and exhilarating. He kissed my damp, sweaty spine, stroking my ribs tenderly. “Fuck, Apricity.Fuck.”