“What are you going to do to me?” I whisper.
“Play with you,” he says.
“Play?”
“Play. Tonight, we play. So, lie back and feel me.”
My heart races. He’s watching me in that predatory way again. Eyes focusing on my every move, my every action. Smiling when I obey and lie back on the stack of pillows with my legs spread so he can play with me.
He gets on top of me fully, locking me into the cage of that wild sexual energy. His breath tickles and tantalizes my nose as he lingers there before me, looming over me, looking at me.
“Stop fighting it,” he says, as if he can read my mind. His fingers flutter over my pussy lips. I flinch. I move away, but he pulls me back. “I’m not going to do anything to you that you don’t want me to do.”
I tremble under the weight of his stare that bores its way through me. I don’t want him to be able to see straight through me. He can though. That smile on his face says he can.
Brushing his nose along mine is the start. Then he presses his lips to my cheek and kisses my skin. He avoids my lips, but it’s like I can feel him there too. His lips trail down to my neck, slowly, so slowly. Desire warms my insides.
One kiss follows another, and another, until my body comes alive with the scatter of heat. Kissing my neck, he travels down to the huge swells of my breasts and kisses my nipples, licking at the tips then teasing with his tongue.
I grab the sheet when he sucks my left nipple. My pussy clenches from the jolt of pleasure. He stops sucking, and that devilish smile from the other night returns to his face, scaring me.
“Have you ever allowed a man to suck your breasts before, Princess?” the devil asks, holding my gaze.
“No…”
“Do you like it?” he whispers in my ear. Embarrassment fills me.
I look away, but he catches my face and guides my gaze back to his.
“Answer me… don’t be afraid. Tell me if you like it.” His grip tightens on my jaw.
“Yes…” I hear myself say. I can’t believe I said that.
Satisfaction lightens his eyes from the dark molten heat. He lowers his head to suck again. Sucking hard while he reaches to my right to capture the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Conflict rides through my soul when I start feeling good. His mouth sucking my breast feels amazing. His fingers caressing me feels like nothing I can quite describe.
I can’t control the mindless moan that escapes my lips, no more than I can control the arch of my back as he starts sucking harder. He moves from one breast to the other, sucking and swirling his tongue around my nipple.
The pleasure that rushes through my veins becomes too much. I groan out a loud moan when a greedy orgasm takes me over the edge.
I fall, and he takes full advantage of my weakened, aroused state to move down to my pussy and start lapping up my release.
He spreads my legs wider, buries his face right there between my thighs, and drinks.
He drinks as he runs his hands over my ass, which still stings, and holds me to him so he can suck the sensitive, swollen nub of my clit. My body takes over. Somehow, my hands move to his head, encouraging him to continue. He does. But not before looking up at me and smiling at my defeat.
I couldn’t resist him. I still can’t. He has me right where he wants me, wanting him to continue his feast on me.
When I start moaning again, he reaches up and grabs my breasts, massaging the mounds while he eats me out, taking me to the height of pleasure again.
Raw ecstasy shoots through me, sizzling every part of my body, and I come again. I come hard, harder than before, so hard I can’t catch my breath.
He drinks again, taking it all until there’s nothing left, and I’m drained.
Drained and panting, I can barely focus when he rises and licks his lips, taking the last traces of my arousal into his mouth.
My hands falls to the bed, limp, but he catches it and positions himself on his knees so I can see the massive bulge of his cock pressing against his boxers. Shock spreads through me when he brings my hand to the bulge and cl