Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
Blakely
Nothing had ever felt better. Held in Devon’s strong, capable arms with his cock deep inside of me, I felt like I was fucking flying.
I couldn’t stop kissing him. His mouth was as mesmerizing as his cock. And, oh my god, his tongue was exactly what my dreams were made of. It was thrilling when the real thing lived up to, or in this case, well surpassed the fantasy.
With the door at my back, Devon held me steadfast in his arms. His hands cupped my ass and positioned me perfectly for his eager cock. He’d made good on his promise not to be sweet and not to hold back. Each of his thrusts was urgent and brushed every place inside of me that made me see stars.
His cock was long and thick. It stretched me just enough that there was a twinge of pain with the first few movements, and I loved it. It reminded me that the pain was temporary and that I was somehow still alive. Which meant I was able to experience the unbelievable pleasure that followed.
Between thrusts and moans of desire, I licked at Devon’s open mouth and couldn’t look away from his pleasure-filled expression. My normally stone-faced man wasn’t hiding his expressions any longer. They were written all over his face—how much he was loving this and how much he’d wanted it.
One of my hands fastened around his neck to hold on while he mercilessly pumped inside me, and the other flattened against his cheek. My lips covered his, and he thrust harder until the door behind me started banging against the doorframe.
It felt so good that I didn’t want to stop him, but he heard it a second after I did. His movements paused, and he glanced over my shoulder.
“Maybe against the door wasn’t the best idea.” He chuckled breathlessly. “I just couldn’t wait another second. Especially when you started begging.”
I kissed him softly and peered at the bed behind him. Inclining my head toward it, I whispered, “Turn around, lay me down on the bed, and fuck me the exact same way. Please. ”
The last word triggered a sweetly devious grin to split his face as he pulled me away from the door. He carried me over to the head of the bed and kissed me soundly before he dropped me onto the pillows. His cock slipped free, and I groaned at the loss of him. But with the moonlight streaming through the open window, I finally got to see him in all his large, masculine glory. I appraised him as he stood next to the bed. Detailed tattoos covered his torso, most of his arms, and even his thighs. There was one lone piece on his calf, but I didn’t look for too long.
I dragged my eyes back up and eyed his cock, standing proudly between his legs. It was slick with my arousal, and my legs parted in response. I knew that trail of dark hair starting at his chest and down his stomach would lead to something impressive.
The same time his fingers wrapped around his shaft, my fingers connected with my clit. His hand pumped up, covering the rounded head before slipping back down to the base. Using my arousal to pump himself, I could watch him all day. But the ache between my legs was nearly too much .
“Stop looking at me like that,” he growled, his hand moving faster.
“Like what?”
“Like you want to devour me.”
A moan parted my lips, and my free hand palmed one of my breasts, toying with the piercing between my fingers. Pleasure zapped through me with one small tug. I slipped two fingers into my cunt, but it was nothing compared to him.
And whatever look I was giving him, he was giving me tenfold. He was staring at me like he not only wanted to devour me but wanted to do it in the most slow, pleasurable way possible.
His hungry gaze roved over my body, but I wanted his hands on me as well as his eyes. A moment later, I got my wish when he noticed the fingers I’d buried inside myself. Something snapped, and he was climbing on the bed. He pulled my hand free and kneeled between my spread thighs.
My hand in his, he twisted my wrist and watched my fingers glisten in the moonlight. He licked his lip before he shoved those two fingers in his mouth. He was jacking himself again to the taste of me on my hand, and my cunt ached to be filled.
Knowing the type of reaction I would get, I muttered, “Please, Devon. Please.” And he let my hand fall. Crowding over me, I loved the hugeness of his body spread above me.
“Fucking beautiful girl,” he said, sheathing his cock inside me in one hard thrust. He devoured my gasped moan and braced his elbows on either side of my head. “Look at me while I fuck you. I want to see your gray eyes blown with fucking pleasure.”
I nodded, completely beyond words as he moved inside me. His thumbs stroked my temples, and I did as he asked. I kept my eyes focused on him as my hands encircled his neck.
It wasn’t a hardship to watch his hazel eyes darken or his chest heave with labored breaths. Our earlier words in the kitchen echoed through my mind—it was right. It felt so right that it took my breath away. There was no awkwardness or fumbling.
It was like that was the way it was always supposed to be.
“We fit together so well,” he said. He lifted up slightly and used one of his large hands to push the inside of my right leg down. Open unbelievably wide, we both stared at where his cock disappeared inside of me. His thrusts were measured and targeted, pulling out almost completely before surging back forward. “Like we were made for each other.”
I felt it, but hearing him voice it was that much better. I tightened around his cock at his words, and a choked sound ripped from his throat. His hips flexed, and his slow, concentrated movements turned carnal. The slap of his hips against mine echoed through the room, and the sex hung in the air around us. A thick cloud that we breathed in and out.
He shook his head and bared his teeth. Blown pupils met mine. “I can’t last. Fuck , you’re just too good. This is too good.” One arm still poised near my head, his other hand wrapped around my hip with a bruising force.
“Don’t hold back. You promised you wouldn’t,” I breathed against his lips. My hands swept down his back until I gripped his ass in my hands and urged him deeper. I didn’t know deeper was possible, but he somehow managed to find it. Both of us cried out together as he brushed a spot inside of me I hadn’t known was there.
“You’re gonna drive me fucking crazy,” he moaned. “I can’t—I can’t take it.”
“I can,” I said. “I can take it. So, please, give it to me.”
His hand on my hip tightened and his other wrapped around the back of my neck. Our mouths collided, and with a few final, hard thrusts, he was spilling inside me.
My mouth muffled his cries, and my hands continued to push him deeper and deeper with every pulse of his cock. His head lolled to the side, and he buried his face in my neck. He dropped down on top of me, and although I hadn’t come, I was still so satisfied.
After a few seconds, he kissed my neck and pushed himself back up. “Fuck, I really wanted to wait for you, but I couldn’t. This pussy is perfect.” His slowly softening cock was still wedged inside of me, and it gave a tiny twitch.
I smiled up at him and clenched around him. He grunted and cursed.
“I—umm…” I began, clearing my throat and preparing to be brutally honest. “I might not…come.”
His brow understandably furrowed, and I smoothed it with my thumb. I kissed the corner of his mouth and continued, “It’s the meds I’m on. It makes it hard to come a lot of the time. Toys help, but since we don’t have any of those at the moment, it might not happen tonight. Which is fine, because that was still absolutely the best sex of my life.”
Devon appraised me. His eyes searched my face, probably for any sign of a lie, but finding none, he shifted. His fingers brushed against my still-sensitive clit, and heat whipped through me.
“It’s not that it doesn’t feel good,” I added. Finding it hard to focus with his thumb drawing tight circles, I breathed deeply. “It feels amazing, but it’s like I’m climbing and climbing, searching for an orgasm that’s always just an inch or two out of reach.”
He nodded in understanding but didn’t cease his movements. He leaned back and looked down between my thighs. His half-hard cock was still inside me, and my body inadvertently clamped around it every time his fingers brushed against my skin.
“Were you closer when I was eating your pussy?” His voice had dropped an octave lower, and I had to swallow before I nodded. The very pinpointed, consistent pressure was key. “I have no problem working for it, Blakely. I’ll do whatever you need me to do to watch that ecstasy cross your face. ”
“You would’ve been down there for a while,” I argued, but he shook his head.
“I don’t care. I’d happily lick your cunt for as long as you let me.”
“And it still might not work,” I tried again.
The determination in his eyes told me enough that he didn’t care. “Let me try,” he whispered. And he didn’t wait for permission as he pulled his cock free and laid between my spread thighs.
With the first firm lick of his tongue, I suddenly realized what he was doing. I shot up and peered down at him. “You don’t have to. You just came inside—” My words caught in my throat when he fit his tongue inside me as far as it would go.
If he didn’t care, I wouldn’t either. He was so hell-bent on my pleasure that he’d lick my pussy even when I was full of his cum. It was so fucking erotic.
He pushed his magical tongue in and out of me and raised his hand to push against my chest. I fell back into the pillows and let the pleasure sweep over me. That hand found my breast, and he toyed with one of my nipples while his fingers replaced his tongue.
“Oh, fuck,” I bellowed, and he chuckled. I whimpered when he drew his mouth away but stopped when I saw his fingers. Lifting them up and into the light, they shone with my arousal and his cum.
He leaned back over me, planting a hand next to my hand, and tapped my lower lip with the tip of one of those fingers. “You have to taste how good we are together.”
Dizzy with desire, my mouth popped open, and I stuck my tongue out in invitation. He slipped those two fingers against my tongue, and I suctioned around them. A flavor that was all us exploded on my tongue. It was salty and sweet and bitter and delicious.
I sucked his fingers and circled my tongue around them, mimicking the motion I’d soon repeat around his cock. The low growl that vibrated through his chest told me he noticed.
“When I get my dick in here, I’m never going to want to leave.” God, I wanted that, but my pussy was feeling neglected, and I shunted my hips upward in silent request.
He pulled his fingers free with a pop and was back between my legs before I could take another breath. He replaced his fingers, and my body shuddered. My hips began moving of their own volition, riding his fingers and pushing harder against his tongue.
“There you go, ride my face, beautiful girl. Soak my beard.”
Unprepared for his dirty words, I cried out his name, and I felt his laugh vibrate against my skin. I wanted him to continue talking to me like that—saying obscene things in a low, growly voice. But the elusive orgasm he was determined to find was growing more demanding.
He stiffened his tongue against my clit and added a third thick finger that stretched me in just the right way. The added pressure was what I needed to feel the unmistakable throb of an impending release.
I released every other thought that wasn’t Devon from my mind and focused on his fingers and his tongue until they were the only things in my world. It was him and us, and he never once changed his pace or moved a centimeter. He let me unabashedly ride his face, and he took every thrust of my hips with satisfied groans.
It took almost as long as I expected, but suddenly, I wasn’t clawing and fighting for release, I was soaring toward it, full speed and completely unencumbered. At the base of my stomach and my spine, my muscles tensed, and I opened my eyes in time to see both of my hands tangled in Devon’s hair and his hips thrusting into the sheets beneath him.
He was getting off on me getting off, and that thought was enough to have me tumbling over the edge. My cunt seized, and I almost screamed before a large hand slammed over my parted lips. It muffled the sound as I rode out the most blissful and exhilarating orgasm I’d ever experienced.
My entire body was trembling for several seconds after the final wave rolled through me. Devon placed one final kiss to my used pussy and pulled his fingers free. He didn’t hesitate to suck them into his mouth, and I couldn’t help the happy grin that tugged across my face.
This man was everything. Fully sated and unbelievably relaxed, I let my eyes wander over his broad body. But my eyes caught on his cock. Not for the obvious reason, but because there was something white and glistening on the underside of his shaft.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I leaned forward for a better look and saw the large wet spot on the sheets where he’d been lying.
“Yeah, I came again,” he muttered.
“You got off on…”
“You just tasted so fucking good, and when I realized you were coming…” He looked down at his cock, and I licked my lips. I moved quickly, shifting forward until I was on my hands and knees, and my mouth was level with his beautiful crown. I ran my tongue up the underside of his length and licked the remnants of his cum.
“Holy shit,” he hummed. His hips jerked, and I smiled, not sitting back until he was clean.
“That could be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,” I stated honestly.
“Which part?”
I tumbled back onto the pillows and stretched. “All of it. Start to finish, it was the hottest sex I’ve ever had.”
A very unDevon-like smile slipped onto his face as he dropped onto the bed next to me. “Then you better get ready. That was nothing.”