Page 84 of The Devastation You Reap

Dragging my fingers from inside her, I lift them to my lips, sucking them into my mouth.

Horror and embarrassment colours her cheeks and down onto her chest but there’s more than that because her eyes are almost black with desire.

“Fuck,” I bark, my need for her almost getting the better of me.

Pressing my palms to the inside of her thighs, I open her up wide for me.

“Beautiful,” I mutter before dropping to my front and licking her ass to clit.

Her fingers find my hair and twist until it burns but I relish in the pain, I need it as a reminder for what I’m doing here.

She might taste like fucking heaven. Feel like an angel. But I’m the motherfucker devil ready to rip her of the purity she likes to try to convince everyone she has.

I know what she’s witnessed in the past, I know she’s not as innocent as she makes herself out to be. She knows the world is a harsh and cruel place, and that the money that has bought her freedom comes at a cost.

“Leon, oh God. That’s… fuck,” she cries when I graze her clit with my teeth, smiling at the same time at her language.

My good little Macie.

How the mighty fall.

“Want me to keep going, baby?” I ask, letting the vibrations of my deep voice flow through her.

“Yes. No. I don’t— shit,” she gasps as I plunge two fingers back inside her, bending them until I find her G-spot.

Her back arches, her fingers twist until I swear she’s going to rip my hair clean from my scalp, but I don’t let up. Not until she’s crying out my name as her pussy clamps down so hard on my fingers that I damn near come in my boxers from imagining just how it’ll feel on my cock in the near future.

“Oh God. Oh God,” she chants, her entire body going limp as I pull away from her and wipe my hand across my mouth.

“That good, huh?” I ask with a smirk as I crawl up her body.

“I just… I don’t… I… fuck,” she laughs at herself before covering her face with her hands to hide her embarrassment.

“Never,” I spit, wrapping my fingers around her wrists. “Hide.” I pull her hands away and stare down into her eyes. “From me.”

She stills for a beat when I slam my lips down on hers and plunge my tongue into her mouth, I assume from being able to taste herself on me.

“You taste so sweet,” I whisper in our kiss. “I could eat you all day and still be desperate for more.”

I don’t give her a chance to react, instead, I pin her wrists to the bed above her head and deepen the kiss once more, all the while rubbing myself against her swollen pussy.

When my need for friction gets to be too much to bear, I release one of her hands and after shoving my boxers down over my ass and letting my cock spring free, I wrap her delicate fingers around it.

“Oh God,” she moans, squeezing it so tight my eyes cross.

“Feel how hard I am for you, baby. That’s how badly I need you.”

I move my hand with hers, showing her what to do, not fighting the moan of pleasure that rumbles up my throat.

Getting jerked off shouldn’t feel so good. Not unless you’re twelve.

Shit.

Once her movements are a little more confident, I release her hand and leave her to it.

“Don’t let go,” I demand as I shift our position until I’m sitting across her body, my cock right above her tits.

Her eyes lock on her fingers wrapped around me as she works me to the release I’m so desperate for.