Devil's Toy (Fallen Dynasty 2)

She opened her legs wide, letting them open wide and show off her pretty lips to me. She leaned back against the headboard, eyes firmly closed as she showed me all her secrets.

I was on the bed in seconds, grabbing her thighs and forcing them even further apart as she moaned my name. I should have chastised her, but I was too intoxicated by her, taken by her beauty, to argue with the name she’d used for me.

My lips brushed her inner thigh, and she moaned when I made contact. I sucked a circle into her skin, loving on her pale skin and the intoxicating scent of her wetness.

“Master,” she whispered. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be,” I muttered. “I’ll make it feel so good, princess.”

She moaned, rolling her hips as my mouth found her pussy. I sucked her clit into my mouth and she responded eagerly, fingers finding my hair and wrapping themselves in its dark strands, holding me in place while her hips rocked to find that perfect spot that made her moan louder than ever.

I relished the taste of her pussy, the feeling, the taste of her on my tongue. I drank her in, filling my mouth with her essence while she moaned her release. I let my stubble rub all over her skin, the roughness combined with my gentle mouth making her get so very close to an orgasm, her fingers dug into my scalp.

“Please, Master,” she begged openly. “Let me have one, just once, let me come for you…”

“Come,” I muttered into her folds, and she came apart beneath me, thighs quivering, mouth begging for more as I pushed my tongue into her pussy, tasting the sweet wetness coating her from the inside.

She was shivering, her body nearly convulsing as her back arched and I brought her to a sweet, sweet release.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it, princess?” I muttered against her skin, looking up at her to find her flushing deeply. “You’re such a little slut for me, and you can’t even help it.”

“Please more,” she begged wantonly, apparently not giving a fuck about manners any more. “I need more, Master. I need your cock between my legs…”

I got up as if on cue, stripping off my suit until I was totally naked, my hard cock throbbing in my right palm.

“Lie on your belly,” I ordered her. “Push your ass up for me.”

She mewled, getting herself in the perfect position. I propped a pillow under her navel, making her even more vulnerable to my thrusts. I climbed behind her, aiming my cockhead at her entrance.

“Beg,” I ordered, and she came apart beneath me, the words spilling from her lips without any further prompting from me.

“Please, Master,” she whispered needily. “Fill me up, give me your cock, feed it to my pussy, I can’t be without it, I don’t want to spend a single second of my life without you inside me.”

I pushed in, met by sweet resistance as I plunged in, forcing my cock deeper and deeper between her folds. I groaned out loud, loving the feeling her tight cunt welcomed me home.

“You feel so good on my cock,” I muttered in her ear. “I can feel you squeezing me… every fucking inch of my cock. Are you going to come on it, princess? Are you going to cover my dick in your sweet cream?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Let me, Devlin… Master! I’m sorry!”

My fingers wrapped in her hair while my other hand went to her navel, forcing her into a more submissive position so I could drive myself deeper inside her, claim every bit of her hole.

“What did you call me?” I whispered in her ear. “Have you forgotten my name yet again, princess?”

“N-No,” she stuttered. “I’m s-sorry, M-Master, I won’t… I won’t do it again.”

I pulled on her hair and she mewled when her head snapped back, her eyes going to mine above her.

“You know, I kind of like it,” I whispered in her ear. “I love it when you feel like you’ve done something wrong. It makes you so very eager to obey me the next time, princess… And there will always be a next time.”

“Fuck me, please,” she begged, ignoring what I’d said. “I can’t wait like this… It’s torture!”

“Torture?” I tightened my grip on her hair, making her look up at me yet again. “What’s torture, princess? Tell me, in fucking detail. I want to know what ails you.”

“It’s torture n-not…” she started, taking a deep breath when she felt me throbbing inside her. “Not feeling you fuck me… When you just have your cock in my pussy. I want so much more, Master. I want you to fuck me. I want you to hurt me. I want you to thrust inside me. I want to feel you come in my pussy.”

“Dirty girl,” I muttered in her ear. “You want to be fucked, don’t you?”