Page 57 of Savage Devil
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
“But I can’t come over and fuck my girl at his place. Is that what you’re telling me?”
When he says it like that it sounds bad, but still, “It would be weird. Don’t you think?”
He quirks a brow and one hand comes up to grip my chin. “You’re mine, Bibiana Sousa. Only mine.”
I press my lips together to hold in my retort.
“Say the words. You. Are. Mine.”
I hesitate and he bites my bottom lip. Hard. Ow. Fuck.
His hand grips my ass and tugs me tight against him. “I’m going to fuck you until I own every part of your mind, body, and soul,” he growls.
My pussy clenches in anticipation.
“I won’t be gentle,” he warns. “You kept something from me. I thought we agreed, no secrets?” There’s a savage glint in his eyes, but he waits, almost like he’s silently asking for my permission. I swallow hard but manage a nod. “Okay,” I tell him, knowing that despite the anger riding him, he needs to hear that I’m alright with this.
He wants to… punish me. I think. For not telling him about Jae. Probably still for the other day when he picked me up from school. I should balk at this, but I don’t. I’ve accepted that Emilio isn’t like other boys, and I’ll happily take my punishment if it means I can have him.
At his core, Emilio is a good guy. He doesn’t want to hurt me. He just needs…
“Turn around,” he commands, his voice thick with lust.
I hesitate for only a second before doing as he instructs. I turn around and press my hands down on the desk in front of me, my chest heaving and my heart racing. Emilio presses his cock against me as he drags the waistband of my leggings down. Cool air brushes over my skin, the thin scrap of satin that covers my rear hardly enough to keep the chill away. “What if someone—“
“No one is going to come in. The door is locked. You’ll just need to stay… quiet.” There’s a smirk in his voice.
His fingers trail along my inner thighs, digging into my flesh before sliding up to hook into my panties. Practiced fingers tug them down, but they’re left to tangle with my leggings at my feet. My fingers tighten on the edge of the desk. This is really happening. I’m going to let him screw me in a classroom.
My pussy pulses with need and he steps back. I turn to look at him over my shoulder. His eyes burn with want. “So pretty,” he coos darkly, but he isn’t looking at my face. His eyes are locked on my bare flesh as he licks his lips like the savage devil he is, intent on devouring me. He lowers himself between my thighs, pressing his face against my ass. His hands roam up and down the inside of my legs, forcing them wider for him.
Anticipation hums through me as he parts the folds of my pussy with his thumbs and he licks me front to back like I’m his favorite treat. I cry out at the explosive sensations, but he’s just getting started.
“Stay quiet,” he warns. My eyes close, but I force them back open and bite my lip to keep my moans locked up inside. He presses a wet, hot kiss to my core and his tongue goes to work as he circles my clit and works me into a frenzy before plunging inside me with his tongue. My back arches and I push back, chasing his sinful mouth.
“So fucking sweet,” he says. “Come for me Bibi. I want you to unravel.”
“Oh God,” I gasp, a little embarrassed at how breathless I sound. How exposed I am.
“Hold still, baby. I’ve only just begun.”
I cry out when he adds his fingers, plunging one deep inside me before adding in a second. I clench around him, my body so starved for contact that I can feel my release hovering close. “Emilio,” I gasp as the pressure builds. He thrusts into me with his fingers, curling them inside me as his mouth works my clit and my orgasm tears through me. I buck against his mouth, my body writhing as wave after wave of sensation rockets through me.
He continues sucking on my clit, prolonging my orgasm until my legs feel like jelly my body sated and my limbs boneless. But he isn’t finished. He rises to his feet behind me like an avenging angel.
Devil would be more accurate.
I hear him loosen his belt and undo his zipper. I turn back to watch him, kicking off my leggings and panties with my other foot so they’re not in my way. His impressive cock juts out and he meets my stare, grinning like the devil himself as he rolls a condom on his impressive dick. “You taste like sin, Bibiana Sousa.” He steps back to me and covers my body with his as he cups my jaw, forcing me to twist right before he slams his mouth against mine. I taste myself on him and something about that turns me on. “It’s a good thing I’m a Devil.” Before I can respond, he releases me and tugs my hips back against his cock.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you like one.”
He thrusts inside of me, stretching me as I’m forced to accommodate his size.
“Fuck,” Emilio grunts, digging his fingers into my hips in a way I know will leave marks. “You’re so fucking tight.” He spreads my ass cheeks, exposing me in a completely different way as he pounds into me harder, faster. Taking zero time to let me adjust to his size.
I clutch the desk like my life depends on his, his thrusts so forceful that with nearly each one, we slide forward, forcing him to follow to hold the connection. “You like that, don’t you?” He growls and my body coils tight, chasing my release.
