Fuck, she was so beautiful. Not attractive in the traditional sense, but fucking beautiful. So stunning that she could make the damn sun look dim.
I watched her chest heave at my words. Focusing on her perfect fucking tits and hard nipples through her thin shirt. I didn’t wait for her to respond, moving my mouth to her hardened peak and biting down. It wasn’t hard, but it had enough force to get her attention.
‘Elis!” she screamed.
If I could’ve gotten harder, I would have, as I heard her shout my name in agony.
My hands flew to her throat, her soft flesh so vulnerable to my touch. I squeezed as I glared up at her. Her eyes were wide with horror, but her hands remained limp by her sides. She made no attempt to move or attack me. There was an audible pop from my mouth as I abandoned her nipple. Keeping the pressure on her neck, I pushed her until she was underneath me.
I smirked as she arched her back while my free hand roamed her body, and I cupped her pussy. “Ever come while you’re struggling to breathe?”
Her body squirmed against me, the heat of her pussy calling to my cock like a siren as she shook her head no.
I moved down her body. Her pants weren’t zipped up, and I easily pulled them down, exposing her wet panties. Kissing around her mound, I moved toward her slit and inhaled. Intoxicating—that was the only way one could describe the scent of Devlynn’s pussy. Her legs shook slightly as my tongue swiped along her slit. Her ankles crossed as her thighs gripped my head holding me where she wanted me, basking in her cunt.
“Thought you weren’t into this, Princess.”
“Shut up,” she croaked, unable to speak properly with the pressure I placed on her delicate throat.
My hand connected to her pussy with a slap. Her body jolted and she moaned, her hips circling wildly. “Tut, tut, Devlynn. If you want to come, I suggest you show some manners.”
My index and middle finger held her delicate clit between them and pinched. I applied maximum pressure, wanting her to be confused and unsure if she was experiencing pain or pleasure. “You’re not the one giving the orders here. Look at you, Princess. Imagine if one of your socialite friends saw you now, looking like a desperate whore, with your legs around a low life, desperate for him to make you come any way he chooses.”
She gasped as I ripped her shirt open, exposing her lace bra. “I think we should give them a real show, don’t you think? Make sure they know whose cock you crave, so they know not to touch what’s mine.”
Her throat bobs against my hand. I lessen my hold to allow her the opportunity to speak. “I’m not yours. Fucking me on the ground like an animal doesn’t make me yours.”
She hisses as I cup her wet hot cunt. “Princess, I’ve owned this pussy from jump. You can run, you can hide, you can never see me again, but we both know this cunt will always weep for me and no one else.”
“Never.”
My hand curled around her throat, fingers digging in. Devlynn gasped for breath as the rage within me boiled to the surface. But the rage wasn’t for the past and everything I’d gone through. My rage was about her not wanting me. She’d stared me right in the eyes and said the word:Never.I hated thinking she wasn’t as consumed with me as I was with her. Every fiber of my being was coursing with her essence, and she was telling me it wasn’t the same for her.
Her hands flew to her neck, and her nails dug into my skin. Her eyes were wide with confusion. Her mouth opened, but no sound emerged.
“There’s a thin line between love and hate, Devlynn. An even thinner line between obsession and worship.” I held her still with my hand at her throat while my free hand moved back to her pretty cunt, spreading her with my fingers and swiping at her sweet nectar. What I was doing might have been wrong, but the need to get what I needed was stronger.
I paused a moment, unsure if I were crossing a line I’d never be able to come back from, when Devlynn stopped fighting me and wrapped her legs around my neck, pushing my head closer to her pussy.
“You're going to be a perfect slut for me, Devlynn. You going to let me eat this pretty cunt until you drench my face with your pussy juice?”
Devlynn bucked her hips, offering herself on a platter—a platter I was going to eat until I was full. I sucked on her clit, my fingers moving in her cunt and finding her g-spot. Fuck, I’d missed this—how she responded to my touch and bucked beneath me, how her hands pulled my hair, encouraging me to ravish her.
As I licked her pussy, savoring my favorite flavor, it dawned on me that I’d been lying to myself. Because it wasn’t hate I had for Devlynn, it was fucking love. A love so deep that it was embedded in my veins and pumped my heart with life.
She stilled for a moment before her legs shook and she came in a large wave that drenched my face. I abandoned her throat and held her stomach firm as I covered her pussy, not wanting to waste a single drop. Eventually, her body calmed and she moved her legs from my neck.
“Fuck. I forgot how hard you come, Princess.”
She scampered away from me and covered her body with her coat, refusing to look at me. We didn’t say a word.
I pulled my shirt up and wiped my face, noticing her eyes tracing my six-pack as she licked her lips. “Like what you see, Princess.”
“You’re so fucking arrogant.”
I sat beside her, my fingers working on her jacket and doing up the buttons before I dug up the pack of smokes from my back pocket and lit a cigarette.
“Those will kill you,” she said, pointing to the glowing ember.