Spin Devil

He kissed her fiercely while a finger ambled down her stomach until it sank into the glorious place it sought—the tight, wet sheath of her pussy. She was swollen with need and the walls of her cunt clenched around his finger and sucked it in like a magnet. He was sweating profusely and every gleaming inch of his body was tense and burning for her. He wanted to sink his cock inside her and spill himself, mark her as his, but at the same time he didn’t want this to end. He wanted her now—now and always.

“You feel so tight, like a little virgin, Cleo.”

The words were breathed against her lips as he slid another finger inside her, stretching her walls to accommodate both. She was tight, slippery. Jerking his wrist, he screwed both fingers inside until she arched her back and moaned in pleasure. The feel of her nipples brushing against his naked chest tore a curse from his lips.

Cleo shifted her hips, wanting his hardness to fill her, but he caught her pelvis with his hand and stilled her. If she’d inched her pussy even a hair closer to his cock he’d be buried deep inside her and spilling his semen within seconds, and he wanted to take his time. He’d already waited a lifetime for this moment. He’d be damned if he didn’t make it last.

She exceeded even his wildest, wettest dreams—which had been plentiful, and all of them starring little Miss Cleo. Soft, pliant and womanly, with a body fit for a porn star, a body that, just looking at it, made a man want to jerk off and come. This was Cleo, and she was moaning under him, her tongue kissing his mouth like a hungry—no, starved—little slut who hadn’t had an orgasm in years.

Sebastian would be more than happy to oblige. He’d make her come like she’d never, ever come before. While he was going to come everywhere, make sure every inch of her plush little body had his mark. So that if he never had the fortune of touching her again, she would at least remember this forever—remember him forever.

Chapter Five

He touched her slowly, his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy with a mind-jerking lack of haste that drove her mad. She protested with a weak whimper and lifted her hips to meet his movements. Wanting more, needing more.

“You’re begging for it, aren’t you, Cleo?” His voice was gruff and thick with lust. He dragged his body downward, took her knees and bent them until her legs were completely folded, her knees touching her shoulders, her sex wet and pink and open to him. She panicked, tried to straighten her legs but he halted her.

“Let me look at you, Cleo. Don’t move.” His eyes glazed and burned with desire when he spread the labia of her sex open with two fingers and stared right into her.

She bucked with shamefulness, feeling exposed and vulnerable, but he shushed her with softly spoken, unintelligible words, gently keeping the folds open as he bent down to lick her. He drank her up as if he were in the middle of the desert and she were an oasis. Thirsty, starved, like a man gone mad.

Her toes curled with tension when a long, probing finger sank slowly into the tight back entrance of her ass. Cleo jerked from the intrusion, suddenly realizing the helpless, pitiful yelping sounds reverberating in the air were coming from her.

The combination of his finger—now slowly stroking the puckered entrance of her ass in gentle, teasing circles—and the merciless thrusts of his tongue on her oozing sex could have been enough to kill her. But she held on for dear, dear life, wanting and needing to find out what other things—bad things, good things, any things—he planned to do to her. It was heaven, it was hell and it was all she wanted. All she’d ever wanted. Him. Loving her. Touching her. Kissing her.

Fucking her.

He groaned low and deep in his throat, indicating with that painfully sensual sound that the excruciating pleasure Cleo felt in receiving was similar to what he experienced in giving. An ache to please him, to see his face straining with desire like it had been when Haley licked him as he took Luella from behind, burned inside her like a death wish.

Suddenly switching places, his tongue traveled lower to kiss the rosette of her ass while one of the fingers that had kept her swollen labia parted now slid deeply inside her. One finger then became two, and two became three, until his fingers spread her cunt in a way she thought would make her burst. A tension unlike any other coiled in the pit of her being and though she thought it impossible, the tension tightened further at each thrust, each touch, each kiss. She writhed as he slowly kissed and licked her ass, first teasing her with his lips then using his powerful, wet tongue.

“I can’t stand this, Bas,” she breathed, lifting her head to look at him.

But he was buried between her legs and all she could see was the silky black mane of hair at the top of his head as he cocked it sideways to continue his conquest. Before Cleo fell back against the sand, she caught a quick glance of her friends watching in a stupor as Sebastian made wild, sweet, bad love to her.

She wasn’t ashamed now…now the only thing that mattered was Sebastian.

She could have sworn she was a breath away from reaching that point, that point where all was lost to her for an infinitesimal second, where nothing mattered except a fierce, overwhelming need to just let go.

She gasped as she neared it, rocked her hips against his touch, and as if he sensed her orgasm was close he stopped weaving his magic, his overpowering black magic, and rose. In a second he settled his big body on top of hers, bracing his upper body on his hands as he gazed down at her.

Her legs were still bent, her breasts crushed beneath her thighs, her knees tight to her shoulders. Sebastian’s weight pinned her down, keeping her sex completely open a

nd exposed to him.

Cleo writhed beneath him, seeking him, inviting him, for she knew that no one could fill this emptiness, this aching desire, except him. He moved his hips and paused, poised at her entrance where she could feel the tip of his cock lightly brush against her swollen pussy.

“Say it, Cleo,” he said in a strained voice. The light in his eyes was dark and fierce and breathtaking. Their gazes locked for what seemed like an eternity.

“Fuck me, Sebastian,” she finally breathed.

When he buried his cock inside her he cried out, the sound resembling that of a pained, dying animal. Cleo gasped, mesmerized by the feel of him so deeply embedded inside her, filling her, completing her. She clutched at his shoulders then spread her hands over the muscles of his back, pulling him closer.

“More, more!” she cried.

“You sexy little slut,” he breathed, humping her with superhuman strength. “This is what you wanted wasn’t it, you horny little bitch?”

“Yes, yes!” She rolled her head from side to side, desperate and straining for release. Whimpering, she slid her hands past his waist and clutched the hard, straining muscles of his buttocks, lifting her hips and urging him as deep inside her as he could manage.