by Kim Jones
I don’t want to tease her or draw this out. I want her coming. Now. On my face, so she can taste herself when I kiss her while I drive my cock deep inside the wet, walls of her pussy. So I find the tiny, swollen clit that holds the promise of her pleasure. And mine.
My tongue works circles over the small nub as I suck it hard in my mouth.
She fights to pull away from me—the feeling intense and almost too much. She begs me for something, but doesn’t know what. Moments later she stills, then explodes around me. I soften the strokes of my tongue as she jerks and convulses around my face. The sweet essence of her release coats the back of my throat. When her legs fall limply from my shoulders, I move up her body and kiss her hard—letting her taste herself on my lips.
With my mouth still on hers, I fumble with the shit on the night stand until I find my wallet. Sitting up on my knees, I retrieve a condom and fist my cock in my hand—my clothes now on the floor with hers.
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Maddie,” I demand, keeping my eyes on hers as I sheath my dick. She’s still breathless and reeling, trying to focus on my words. “Tell me, babe,” I say, my voice lower. I rub my hands up and down her legs, trying to pull her back from that state of euphoria she still seems to be in.
“I just want it. Please…”
She’s begging. I like it. I’m ready to give her what she asks for. So I line the head of my cock at the slick entrance of her still pulsing pussy. “Fuck…” I hiss. She’s tight. Really tight. I’m afraid I’m hurting her, but she widens her legs and lifts her hips in invitation. I push further, ignoring the urge to come even though my body demands it.
“So good…so fucking good…,” she murmurs. “Just like this. Fuck me just like this.” She likes the slow, long strokes, so that’s what I give her. I bury myself completely, pull almost all the way out then push back in. The pace is slow and measured. Long and hard. I can keep my shit together this way, and prolong the feeling for her. I will fuck her for hours, just like this if she’ll let me.
“Talk to me.”
My lip curls at her sweet demand. This girl is kinky. I like that too.
“You like feeling this cock in that sweet, little pussy?” Her answer is a soft mewl. I thrust hard inside her. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes!”
I shove into her roughly again. “Yes what?” It takes her a moment, but she finally finds the breath to answer me.
“I like feeling your cock inside me.”
“Good girl,” I praise.
Her eyes open—locking on mine. They’re wide with shock. Her cheeks pink with embarrassment. But her pussy squeezes hard around me.
“You like it when I tell you you’ve been a good girl?” She stares at me open mouthed. But nods.
The innocence on her face is too much. This girl is a sex vixen and doesn’t even know it. I’m her protector—her guardian. I promised to take care of her. I am. And there is something deliciously kinky about telling her when she’s done something that makes me proud. And there’s something even kinkier about her vulnerability that makes her naturally submissive.
“Get on your knees, Maddie.” I expect her to instantly submit to my demand, but she surprises me when she shakes her head. I cock an eyebrow at her. “Somebody wants to see what happens when they’re a bad girl.”
Her cheeks darken, but she doesn’t deny it.
Gripping her hips, I flip her on her stomach. She gasps when I pull her to her knees and fist my hand in her hair—pulling until her back meets my chest. Her head is slightly bent and I kiss the soft skin on the side of her neck tenderly—my actions going from one extreme to the next. By the heavy beat of her pulse, I know she’s enjoying every bit of it.
“When you defy me, Maddie,” I say, kissing a trail up the side of her neck to her ear. “I’ll just take what I want.”
She whimpers—pushing her ass against me. Begging me for more. I push inside her tight walls once again—sinking deep before stopping. She’s filled with my cock. Her body trembles in excitement and a little bit of nervousness as she waits for my next move. I stay inside her as I lower her face to the mattress. Leaning over her back, I press my lips against her ear.
“Do you promise to stay just like this while I fuck you?”
She nods, her hips rocking back against me on every word.
“Good girl,” I whisper, then I straighten, pull out and slam hard inside her. She screams as I fuck her rough—savagely claiming her body. Taking my pleasure and giving her an equal amount in return.
My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her ass, gripping handfuls and spreading her open so I can see everything. She’s pink, wet, hot and her sweet scent is everywhere. The humiliation of exposing her like this along with the dirty talk and stiff cock that’s pumping in and out of her, has her coming hard around me.
Slowing my strokes, I wait for her to come down from the high before pulling out and flipping her to her back. Her heavy lids have me smirking. “Wake up, babe.” I lift her around me, lining my cock up and sinking inside her. “We’re just getting started.”
I move my lips up her throat as she throws her head back on a moan. Her nails dig into my shoulders when I swivel my hips—teasing her until she’s bucking against me. My hands tighten at her waist, stilling her, forcing her to take only what I want her to have.
“I want to hear you beg,” I say, my mouth trailing down to her tight nipple. Taking my time, I massage it with my tongue—nipping it with my teeth when she refuses to give me what I want.
“Please…”
“You’re gonna have to do better than that, Maddie.” Jerking my hips, I give her a taste of what she can have. If the stubborn, infuriating girl will just ask for it. “You want me to fuck you against the wall? Give it to you hard?” I thrust again.
“I want your mouth on me,” she pants. Her eyes are screwed shut. She refuses to look at me.
“You want it here?” I kiss her neck, and she whimpers.
“Lower.”
I move back to her breasts—my tongue lazily drawing circles around her nipple. “Here?”
“You know where.” I smile against her. The only thing keeping me from exploding inside her is that look on her face. Whatever hell she’s been through, doesn’t matter in this moment. All she’s thinking about is me—my mouth, cock, lips, tongue, hands…. Knowing I have the power to replace all the bad shit in her life, sets me on fucking fire.
Pushing her against the wall, I lift her and reposition my arms until they’re beneath her thighs. Then she’s sliding up the wall, her pussy level with my face, her legs over my shoulders. Her fingers fist in my hair, pulling to the point of pain when I bury my tongue inside her.
I’m like a starved beast feeding off of her. Her taste is addicting. Her moans a melody. Her reactions make me feel like a god. My cock hangs heavy and swollen between my legs. Throbbing to be inside her. But I wait—wanting to taste her sweet release on my tongue again. When she comes, she doesn’t even have the strength to tighten her thighs around my face. Her moans become whimpers from the intensity of her pleasure.
“Too much, babe?” I ask, letting her body slide down mine. She nods. Then shakes her head—unsure of what she wants. But I have a point to prove—even if it’s just to myself.
On shaky legs, I lead her the few feet to the bathroom. I think she believes we’re fixing to shower. She’s wrong. I spin her to face the mirror, pressing her body into the counter. She finds me looming big behind her. I look murderous. She looks delicious and thoroughly fucked with her flushed cheeks and hooded gaze.
Fisting her hair in my hand, I kick her feet apart then line my cock up with the trembling lips of her pussy. “I’m gonna show you how good bathroom sex should be.” Her eyes widen then flutter closed when I sink myself inside her.
I don’t take my time. I’m not gentle or slow. I fuck her hard and raw—just like I would if we were in a barroom. Her cries grow louder and I muffle her screams with
my hand, giving her the full experience of what sex in public with me would be like. And she’s fucking loving it.
The moment her pussy pulses with her orgasm, I’m coming too—slamming into her one last time before stilling.
She’s limp and lifeless when I pull out of her. Her eyes are closed and either I’ve fucked her to death, or she’s sleeping standing up. I’m gonna go with the latter. I toss the condom in the trash then carry her back to the bed—having only one thought as I pull her in my arms.
I fucked up.
I gave into my weakness. I’ve put everything on the line—for this girl. A part of me wants to undo what I did, but now that I’ve had her, I know that I can’t. And as I stroke my hand possessively over her body, I know that I won’t.
I won’t stop.
I squeeze her ass and feel her up, drinking her up with my eyes.
And as I do, I know with every breath I take, with every ounce of my bones, even knowing there’ll be hell to pay for deceiving my own club, my own brother, I’m not staying away from this girl.
I am her Devil.
And I’m going to make us burn.
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