Page 43 of F*ck It Out With A Devil
My eyes begin to close when I feel his breath fan my pussy, but then I feel a nip against my inner thigh. I look down and understand that he wants my eyes on him. I nod my answer as I keep my eyes trained on only him. He smiles, letting me know he likes that I listened to him. The urge to roll mine is strong, but I suppress the feeling and focus on the man in front of me. Bending down to… Me.
Once again, he leans in, but this time his tongue creeps past his lips and swipes across my pussy, drawing a hiss from me. The hiss goes unheard by him as he leans in and eats my pussy until I’ve come three more times.
How is that possible? I’ve been sexually starved since Ace. Bash doesn’t fuck me like Ace did, and he doesn’t eat my pussy at all. The way this guy just did, I don’t know how I can go without it any longer.
By the time he comes up for air, I’m lying spread out on the floor with the biggest grin on my face wondering, how in the hell could I have come that much for him?
“That was… Wow.” My chest is rising and falling faster than I can catch my breath. “I have no words, do you?” I ask, having a feeling he won’t answer me. Seconds go by as I turn my head away from him, when I feel him reach out and grab my hand.
He sits up and pulls my head into his lap. He surprises me when he leans down and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips. I grab his head and deepen the kiss, pulling a moan from his lips.
“You may not use your words often, but I know what that sound means.” I say, chuckling as I bop his nose. He cracks a smile and motions for me to get up. “You can use your words, you know?” I huff, sitting up.
Once he’s in the standing position, he extends his hand out to me. I place mine in his as he pulls me flush against his solid chest.
“Oof, sorry.” I apologize as I look up at him. “You have beautiful eyes.” I gush. They are a light shade of hazel and mesh really well with his olive skin. Of course, he doesn’t say anything.
He pecks me on the lips as he releases me and goes back to the control panel, and it finally dawns on me we’re in an elevator, guess I was a bit distracted.
Before he makes it back to me, he reaches down and picks up the blindfold, motioning for me to turn around.
“Seriously?” I screech, and he shakes his head. This time, I don’t stop the eye roll as they hit the back of my lids. I smack my lips too because, ugh.
He rushes up to me so fast, I didn’t even see it coming. He grabs me around the back of my neck, pulling me so close to his face that his breath washes over me. Then, he does something he made me think he was incapable of.
“Yes.” He growls, and the sound of his voice mixed with that growl is enough to send me over the edge as my legs begin to shake from the sound. Liquid sex is what his voice is. Liquid fuckingsex.
“Wholly shit!” I yell as the orgasm rocks through my body, down to my core. “You made me come from the sound of your voice.” I shudder. “How is that even possible?”
He shrugs his shoulders instead of answering, ducking his head so I don’t see the smirk there. If I didn’t think he would whip me for rolling my eyes again, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Instead, I turn around like the good girl I am…Not!
He ties the blindfold back on as the elevator comes to a stop. The doors begin to open as I hear shuffling.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” That voice, his voice. I hear shoving as I assume Mr. Grumpy Pants just got knocked down. “She’s mine!” He growls.
“Yours? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who are you, and what are you talking about?” I’m not sure where to look, so I turn my head left to right and tap my foot on the floor… Waiting for someone to answer.
“Spade, you better start talking.” I hear rustling followed by silence. “No, no? What the fuck do you mean, no? Don’t fucking play with me right now!” He shouts.
Next thing I know, I’m being jerked into a hard body and pulled out of the elevator.
“Hey!” I shout, being dragged around like a rag doll. “Let me go or else!” I growl, when we stop.
“Did you just fucking growl at me?” I hear him ask as a door shuts behind me. I feel his body heat before anything else when the blindfold is untied from my face.
He comes around me as I slowly come face to face with eyes that have bored a hole into my very existence, thoughts that have been living rent free in my head for three years, and a mouth that could melt my panties off.
“So what if I did?” I huff, rolling my neck, causing it to pop. I should really stop doing childish things like this, but I have a right. “How dare you manhandle me like that. Who gave you the right?”
“I gave myself the right the moment that elevator door opened, and I smelled your scent all over it and him.” He growls, walking us backwards until I hit a wall. “Did you give him some of my sweet pussy?” He has the audacity to ask.
“Your pussy?Yourpussy? You have no right to stake claim to something that ismine.” I yell.
“Oh yes, the fuck I do!Youaremine!You were mine three years ago, you are mine now, and don’t you fucking forget it, you dirty, fucking slut!” I don’t know if I’m angry or turned on by the fact that he called me a slut.
“Slut! You’ve got some balls! Just because we shared an amazing night together doesnotmean you can stake a claim on me.” I begin. “What happened three years ago was a mistake.” I whisper the lie, and it hurts to do so, but I can’t tell him the truth.
“Oh really? Was it really a mistake?” He hissed. “Tell me you didn’t likemyhead between your legs, buried so deep inside your pussy that you haven’t forgotten what it feels like?” He asks, and my cheeks flame red just thinking about it. “Tell me you didn’t enjoy being submissive and obeying every command I gave you?”
