Chapter 24
This little devil drives me crazy. When I saw that guy trying to grab her, I ran down from the VIP area, but she'd already handled him herself, so I got her out of there. And now, here she is, completely giving herself to me.
She's more beautiful than I imagined, with a perfect body, and I can't resist—I throw myself on top of her with all the desire and lust I feel for her. I've waited so long for this moment: her here, in my bed, letting me possess her, letting me make her mine.
I trail my mouth down her neck, lower her bra, and admire her breasts—they're gorgeous. With one hand I caress one while my mouth attacks the other, sucking, biting gently. She's delicious, and she moans.
“Are you sure you want this?” I ask.
“Absolutely sure. Make me yours, my 'judge.'” She emphasizes the last word.
“With pleasure, my little devil.”
I go back to kissing her while unbuttoning my shirt, then stand up to admire her once more. I run my hand over her pussy through her panties—she's soaking wet. I bring my mouth close and suck her through the fabric.
“You're dripping wet, and I love it.”
I push her panties aside and run my tongue along her slit, from bottom to top, then start to suck her. I slide my tongue into her tight little hole while one hand caresses her swollen clit.
I tear off her panties and toss them to the floor. Now she's completely bare, and I keep sucking her—I want to make her come. I slide a finger inside her while sucking her clit, and with my free hand, I bring my fingers to her mouth. She grabs them and sucks, and that drives me crazy.
My cock is hard as a rock, straining against my boxers, but I need to make her come first. I want her ready for me. I lower the hand from her mouth and squeeze her breast. She moans louder, calling my name, and then she comes for me. I suck up every last drop.
“Fuck me, Owen. I want to feel you inside me.”
I can't resist her request and finish stripping. I slide off my boxers while she stares at my cock. I wrap my hand around it, stroking myself for her. She runs her tongue over her lips, but I don't let her touch.
“Not today. Tonight, I'm the only one giving pleasure.”
I lie on top of her, careful not to put too much weight on her, and kiss her.
One hand caresses her breast while the other squeezes her waist. She moans and grabs my hair—apparently my little devil loves it rough, so that's what I'll give her.
I move down to her breast and suck hard, leaving her nipple stiff and red.
She's so pale that she marks up easily, and I love seeing the evidence of my fingers and mouth on her skin.
I can't take it anymore—I want to bury myself inside her. I drag the head of my cock along her entrance; she's soaking wet. I look into her eyes and say:
“If it hurts, tell me and I'll stop, okay?”
She just nods, and I start to enter slowly. She's so tight it feels like I might tear her. Her body tenses, and I feel like I should stop.
“Relax. Focus on me.” I kiss her.
I bring my hand to her clit, caressing it, and she relaxes more and more as I ease inside, slowly, careful not to hurt her. Finally I'm buried to the hilt, and she's so tight it feels like she's strangling my cock. I start to move slowly, but I can't hold back for long and pick up the pace.
“Faster, Owen, please.”
I hold one of her legs up, bent, and brace myself against it while my other hand squeezes her waist, digging my fingers in and leaving my mark.
I go faster—she's so tight, crushing my cock, which only gets harder.
I pull out and she whimpers in protest. I take her hand, pull her up, and position her with her feet on the floor and her torso bent over the bed. I spank her ass as I fuck her.
“Faster—I'm going to come.”
“Then come for me, my devil. Come screaming my name.”
I go faster and faster, gripping her tight by the waist. Minutes later, she comes on my cock, but I don't stop.
I thrust all the way in, making her completely mine, while my hand finds her clit again.
I want her to peak once more, and she does—she comes again.
Now I can finally let go. I spank her ass, right where my fingerprints are already showing, and come inside her.
But I don't pull out—I keep thrusting until every last drop is spent.
I can see she's completely relaxed. I pull out slowly, kiss the top of her head, and head straight to the bathroom. I start filling the tub, then go back to the bedroom, scoop her up in my arms, and climb in with her. The water is warm and soothing.
She turns to face me and kisses me, then straddles my lap and starts grinding against me. She's insatiable, a devil who's going to drive me crazy. We have sex again right there in the tub.
I help her out of the tub and wrap my robe around her—it swallows her whole. She gives me a quick kiss and heads straight for the door.
“Where do you think you're going?”
“To my room.”
“So, you use me for your pleasure and then toss me aside, is that how it works? Not a chance—you're sleeping with me.”
I grab her arm and lead her to the bed, pulling her down with me and holding her close. That's where we fall asleep. We were tired, relaxed—what we'd just shared was incredible—and I want more. Much more.
I wake up the next day, reaching across the bed. I open my eyes and wonder where she is—she should be here beside me. I decide to get up, freshen up, and throw on my clothes to head down to the gym, where I find her already working the heavy bag.
“Good morning. I thought I'd find you in bed.”
“I woke up early and didn't want to disturb you, so I got up and came down to work out.”
“After last night, you still have all that energy?”
“If you want, we can do it again. I'd love to.”
“You really are a little devil, sent here to torment me.”
“Can't handle this little devil? I'll go easy on you.”
She walks over to the treadmill where I'm still warming up, and I grab her by the back of her neck and say:
“Don't play with fire, girl. I've warned you.”
“And I already told you—I love getting burned.”
She gives me a quick kiss and starts walking out of the gym, then stops and says:
“Can I use your office computer today? I need to do some research.”
“Of course, make yourself at home. Just don't move anything.”
“Yes, sir.”
And then she leaves me there alone. She's a hurricane—one that's going to be hard to tame—but I'm falling for her more and more.