Page 89 of The Devil We Crave
“Now be a good girl and let your pretty pussy come all over my cock, baby.”
Oh fuck.
A guttural scream chokes in my throat as my entire body spasms and twitches violently. The orgasm detonates deep inside me, exploding out through my limbs and forcing my eyes wide open as I comehard.
Harder than I ever have before.
I cry out, sobbing in pleasure as my entire body collapses in on itself. One orgasm immediately rolls into another, until I’m just coming and coming andcomingall over his gorgeous, huge cock as it pounds between my thighs.
Achilles grunts, grabbing my hip and slamming his hips against my ass. I look down in delirious pleasure, moaning when I see the slick, glistening cock thrusting between my legs suddenly start to jerk.
Thick, white ropes of cum explode from his swollen head. I moan, writhing against him as they land hot and sticky across my stomach and thighs. Another thick strand splatters my tits and over my stomach and pussy, until I’mcoveredin his cum as he slows to a stop.
Reality has left the building.
I’m trembling, shaking, clinging to his forearms as I try to suck in air.
My body tenses as Achilles slowly slides his cock from between my thighs.
I collapse onto my back, quivering, breathing heavily, my vision swimming.
Achilles' thighs go to either side of my torso.
Holy shit.
He’s not done.
My eyes snap open as his fingers slide into my hair and wrap it in a fist. His cock, still thick and very hard, bobs glistening in front of my face.
A strand of sticky white cum slowly drips from the hole at the tip and lands between my tits.
My gaze drags up his grooved, chiseled body, over his muscles and tattoos, and up to those dark devil eyes.
“Good girls clean up their messes, little prey.”
I freeze.
I know what he wants me to do. I just…
After what happened this summer, I don’t know if Ican. I’d only tried giving head once before that time, and it was a bit of a disaster. Then with Kyle…
Well, that was horrible.Obviously.
But now here I am, with Achilles straddling my chest, his thick cock right in front of my face.
I’m ready for the panicked anxiety of the moment going to shit when he realizes I literallycannotdo this.
But then his hand slowly drops to my throat, and his fingers wrap around it.
…And something clicks.
He’s not forcing me, or pushing me past a line, or making me do anything I don’t want to do.
That hand around my neck feels like ananchorrather than control. Safety.
I don’t realize I’m opening my mouth until it’s stretched wide, my eyes unblinking and locked with his as my tongue reaches out.
Achilles groans.
