Chapter 29
Hunter
R emember what I promised?”
I slam my body against Devyn’s, shoving us against the inside of my closed bedroom door. I worry I’m too rough with her, but the way she tilts her body to form around mine feels far from a protest.
Her green doe-eyes may look innocent, but the way she’s using them right now should come with a warning, fluttering those long eyelashes like fuckin’ Bambi. Begging me to cut the romance short and fuck her senseless, that’s what she’s doing.
But all I offer is a devilish smile.
That’s not what’s happening tonight, babygirl.
I want to take my time.
And what she doesn’t know is I’ve been doing my research. I read a few of those smutty books she likes. What I learned is, well, for one, there is a concerning amount of hockey smut on her Kindle, and I’m not sure she even likes hockey, but aside from that, some of it was actually…
Okay, it was way fuckin’ worse than the hockey.
Monsters, stalkers, mafia kidnappers, the list literally does not end.
My girl wants to be thoroughly fucked.
“What I told you…” I remind her, gripping her by the soft curves of her ass and hoisting her legs over my shoulders. My cock jumps like it’s got a brain of its own with every sexy little whine and moan that falls from her lips, throbbing as I take her in, spread wide open, and only the faintest tease of black fabric between my mouth and her lips. “…is that I was gonna devour this pretty little pussy once you let me.”
“I thought you were going to, and I quote, ‘ fuck me hard,’ so, which is it?”
Fuckin’ brat. Just for that, I spread the flat of my tongue over her fabric-covered pussy lips and hold perfectly still, letting the heat of my breath make her writhe around my face.
“ Gonna do whatever the fuck I want. Now, wrap your legs around my head and be still.”
Devyn cries out when I slide her Spandex shorts to the side and my tongue swipes over her swollen clit, tracing circles in a firm, steady motion, centering on one spot in particular when I notice her moans grow longer and her fingers dig into my hair, shoving me down harder. And I love that. Seeing her grow in her confidence. Take what she wants. Let me in.
“That’s it, babygirl, show me how you want it,” I say, barely able to get a word out for the haste in which my tongue aims to work her opening.
She bites her lip, shaking her head like she’s embarrassed.
“Don’t be shy,” I mumble against her pussy, greedily lapping up the juices that flow from her as she rides my face through her dance shorts, my hands digging into the flesh of her ass in a grip so tight, I worry I might bruise her. But she urges me on, bucking her body across my lips, riding my tongue while she moans my name.
“I love this pussy, you know that?” I ask, shoving my beard into her wet folds and shaking my head back and forth until she’s moaning again and rocking against my mouth for more.
“I’m coming!” she cries, tightening her thighs around my head and pressing her swollen flesh against me.
“That’s it, babygirl.” I suck her clit, running soft circles around it with my tongue as she full on fucks my face in the sexiest way imaginable, and I draw her orgasm out as long as I can. “Look how nicely you come for me. Such a good girl.”
She gasps, whipping her head up and getting to all fours on the bed, a wild gleam in her eyes that’s just what I hoped I’d find.
“Did you just call me a—”
“I did.” I smirk, watching her shift her thighs back and forth on the bed. And then I see it again.
My shirt.
“But I reckon I was mistaken.” I circle the bed while she follows me with her eyes, licking her lips so they’re wet for me. I groan, rubbing my cock through my jeans at this goddess before me who dares to look this fuckin’ sexy in my goddamned bed.
In my goddamned shirt.
“A good girl wouldn’t traipse around a grown man’s house half naked under his own damn shirt like a fucking tease, now, would she?”
She gasps, puckering her lips in a way that, under any ordinary circumstances would be completely un-sexy, but when she does it, it just makes me wonder how those plump, glossy lips would feel wrapped around my cock.
My grin widens as I take her in, crawling toward me on the bed, because in some fucked up way, the more I talk to her like this, the needier she gets, her body and her eyes begging me to claim her, no matter what else happens.
Fuck, she’s so beautiful leaning into her kink. Asking for what she wants.
Her lips twist in a playful smirk as she kneels before me.
“I like it when you do that,” she says, running her hands across my skin, lingering just above my cock until my breath hitches with her closeness. I almost come on spot when she wets her lips with that hot little tongue and blinks up at me obediently. “Please call me a good girl again.”
I groan, palming the front of my jeans. She’s unreal, this one.
“Or what?”
I tweak her nipples through the T-shirt, and she moans, arching her back into the mattress.
“Please,” she begs.
“Look at you, begging me to call you kinky little names from your filthy books.” I fist her hair, and a surprised sound comes from the base of her throat, making my cock twitch. I twist it around my hand and tug until she has no choice but to crawl to me on all fours to the edge of the bed. I yank her head down until it’s pressed against the mattress, and I worry briefly if it’s too much. I don’t want to hurt her, but I’m so fuckin’ into this if she’s into this, and she certainly seems fuckin’ into this.
“Yes! More!” she cries, swiftly addressing my concern, and I wonder if it’s inappropriate to thank the lord for moments like Devyn Lynn Campbell’s plump, wet lips hovering inches from my cock.
“Does my good girl want something to suck on?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her mouth popping open in surprise at my question, hips grinding into the mattress as she begins to push herself up, but I stop her, keeping pressure on her head and holding her down. My cock gets harder every time she gasps, her little moans so sexy that each one could be the final straw that causes me to lose my load right here, before I even get inside her.
“Stay down and keep your tongue out,” I command.
“Okay,” she replies, doing exactly as I say and earning a rub of my hand down the front of her face. She leans into it and moans.
“Good girl,” I say again, shoving two fingers into her open mouth, fucking her face like I intend to do soon with my cock. And it only sends her rubbing herself with her free hand.
God, she’s so into this.
I’m so fucking into this, too.
I slide my fingers from her mouth, dragging them across her lips before I kiss them, sucking them into my mouth like I own them. She can’t take them from me ever again.
She moans, wiggling her ass that’s still stuck straight up in the air because I told her so.
She lives for the praise. I guess she always has.
And if that’s what she needs, that’s what she’s getting.
“Such a good little slut, ass out, pussy up, just the way your husband likes it.” She moans immediately, rocking her hips back to me, asking me to touch her without using words. My cock responds, jutting forward.
I release my cock from my pants, jerking from hilt to tip and using the spit from Devyn’s mouth to coat my shaft while I watch her writhing against my sheets. Devyn opens her mouth wider, her tongue fully out and ready, waiting. Her eyes swirl with desire, and I tug harder as my own desire takes hold of me. I want to see them widen as I fuck her there. I slide my length across Devyn’s wet tongue and into her throat, fucking her mouth while I lean over her and slip my fingers back under her shorts to finger her needy cunt, bucking up against my hand until she’s so wet, her arousal seeps through the fabric and over her skin.
“More!” Her muffled words spill out from around my cock.
Pulling out of her mouth, I get behind her on the bed and admire how well she behaves, and how much I like this dominant roleplay.
Isn’t that what it’s called? I’ve learned plenty about it online and even spent a summer learning bondage rope skills from a friend of mine who owns a club in the city. It was mainly so I could do sexy rope tricks in my TikToks, but some people practice it the way my friend does. As a form of this…dominant play. I never felt comfortable enough with a woman to try it.
Devyn whines when I pull my fingers from her, pushing her butt up in the air.
“Someone’s impatient.” I laugh, slapping her ass through her shorts.
“Need you,” she whines, turning over her shoulder to meet my eyes.
“Then take off this shirt and booty shorts combo you keep teasin’ me with,” I growl, fingers gripping the edges of my T-shirt that she’s taken hostage in the best way possible, but she pauses.
For too long.
“Devyn?”