Devil You Hate (The Diavolo Crime Family 1)

I grip her hair tighter and pull her deeper onto me, so much so that she has to release her hands. At first, she gags, and I let her pull away just enough to get her bearings back.

“Open your throat,” I say, my voice deep and grating. “I’m going to fuck your face.” Her eyes reflect a sliver of fear, and I almost feel bad for what I’m about to do. “Be a good girl and take my cock how I give it to you.”

Her eyes are shooting daggers at me, but she knows this is going to happen whether or not she likes it. Almost imperceptibly, she gives a little nod, even with her lips spread so obscenely.

“Good girl,” I whisper. “Put your hands on your thighs.”

She doesn’t respond for a moment, then slides her hands down to her thighs, pulling her torso better in line with my legs. Fuck, when she surrenders, she does it almost as beautifully as when she fights.

I surge my hips forward, and the motion is hard and fast. As the mushroom head of my cock hits the back of her throat, her hands go up to shove against my thighs. She clamps around me like a vice, and I don’t even bother stopping the groan which emits from deep within my chest. “Fuck, that’s good.”

Again, I retreat and shove forward, taking it slow to begin. I look down at her through a lustful haze and see tears leaking out of the corner of her eyes and down the apples of her cheeks. Her fists are clamped around my legs so tightly I can feel her fingernails digging into me with each punishing stroke I take into her mouth.

“You want this as much as I do,” I tell her and surge forward again. Each entry and retreat into her hot wet mouth is a slice of heaven. A tiny bit of her, that’s all mine. “You want to be my toy, my little whore. You want me to use you, even if you are not ready to admit it yet.”

With my patience shredded, I set a brutal pace, surging into her so hard and fast my balls slap against her chin and neck. She doesn’t seem to notice, or maybe she does, but knows there is nothing she can do. Her eyes squeeze shut as she lets me use her mouth again and again.

I wish I’d given her some makeup. So I could watch mascara and eyeliner track over her cheeks. Evidence of her submission after I shoot my cum down her throat.

She wiggles between my feet and readjusts her hands on my legs, squirming as I use her hair and the back of her neck as an anchor. My balls draw up against my body, and I pump into her wet, warm mouth faster. I’m on the cusp of my release. My toes curl in my shoes, and my muscles tighten before a lightning bolt of pleasure zaps through me.

“Take my cum. Be a good slut and swallow it all.”

I growl as I explode, her throat constricting, milking the semen right out of my fucking balls. She obeys, her little throat bobbing as she swallows around the thick head of my cock. A loud groan of approval escapes my lips, and I ignore her hot gaze on me. Once the aftershocks of my orgasm recede, I carefully release my hold on her head, and she pulls her mouth away. The skin around her mouth is flushed red, her cheeks are stained with tears, and yet, I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman.

I carefully tuck myself back into my pants and crouch down, so I can look her in the eyes from where she is sprawled out on the floor.

“You keep fighting me with every word you throw my way. But next time, remember your body knows exactly what you want and what only I can give you if you obey so sweetly.”

I reach out and pluck one of her puckered nipples. A shocked gasp fills the air, and she slaps my hand away.

All I can do is smirk. “See, you liked that, and yet, you push back against me. Even knowing I can make it feel so good for you.”

She looks away almost shyly and swallows again, clearing her, no doubt, raw throat. “It’s because you take without asking. You just take what you want, so I’m forced to give in even if I don’t want to.”

I study her, the vehemence in her ravaged voice. I knew what her body wanted even if her brain didn’t. She was too caught up in the hate she had for me to admit it.

“How is it taking when I can so clearly see you want to give it to me? The only thing telling me no,” I trace my thumb down her swollen bottom lip, my cock hardening again at the reminder of what we’ve just done, “is your mouth.”