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I wanted to keep going as long as I fucking could until this, just this… me, working her over… my cock ramming her open and my thumb playing with her asshole… made her completely lose it. I wanted to watch her come all over my dick, coat me in her juices as she shook with ecstasy.
Only then was I gonna let myself go crashing down.
I could feel her getting close. Faster than when my fingers were inside her. My dick was too much for her to take. I could feel her pussy quivering, her inner walls seizing on me.
She snapped her head back and screamed. Then she groaned and gasped my name.
“Dane.Yeah.” Just once. That was all it took.
Devi was coming on my dick and I could not hold back. The little ring of pressure beneath my thumb squeezed, released. I pushed my thumb inside and felt her there, the muscles spasming around my thumb the same as they did my dick. I punched my hips forward one last time, seating myself deep inside her. And I blew.
I moaned something random about heat and pussy juice, and blew into her like I’d never had an orgasm before. I felt it in parts of my body I didn’t know existed in a sexual sense. I felt it up my spinal cord and in the back of my brain and deep in my ass. I felt it in my fucking feet.
I stayed right where I was, just kind of groaning and helpless as my dick kept jerking inside her. It was like it was never going to end…
But then it was done. I was done, and gravity yanked at me. I slammed my hand down on the floor next to her and hung my head.
“Jesus Christ. Gonna… fall over…” I wasn’t kidding, but Devi kind of laughed.
She shifted her hips and pulled herself off my dick, and as soon as she kind of rolled out from under me and sat up, I put my other hand on the floor. I was on all fours, completely wrecked. My heart was thudding and I couldn’t seem to feel my face.
“Good boy,” she whispered.
When I raised my head just enough to look at her, her dark eyes met mine.
“Now go clean up,” she said. “I’m hungry.”
She slapped me on the ass as she got to her feet.
I fell over on my side on the floor, my jeans still around my ankles. I just lay there, panting, as I watched her pulling on her panties.
She looked down over her shoulder at me.
And I could’ve sworn as her eyes flashed at me—victory, satisfaction, something else I couldn’t quite read—she almost smiled.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Devi
Iwoke up to the smell of fine, roasted coffee brewing, and when it really hit me what I was smelling and where I was smelling it, I jolted upright.
I was in Dane’s bed in the penthouse.
And he was making coffee?
Dane did not drink coffee, as far as I knew. I’d never seen him with one. He was always drinking that matcha latte shit.
I drank coffee.
The ways in which this small detail rubbed me wrong were an instantaneous thousandfold.
I scurried out of his bed and pulled on last night’s dress. Then I splashed some water on my face, brushed my teeth and brushed out my hair. Quickly. I didn’t even bother putting any makeup on, yet, other than to make sure my scar was covered; I’d worn makeup on it to sleep next to Dane last night, but touched it up a bit now. Then I hurried into the kitchen to head this shit off at the pass.
Dane and I had been married for one week. And last night we’d had full-on, skin-to-skin, penis-in-vagina penetrative sex for the first time.
And now he was making me coffee.
I could smell the territorial lines being drawn. As if he was some alpha beast in the wild who’d lured a ripe new bitch into his lair, so now he was going tree to tree, marking his scent in a gradually tightening perimeter around his property.
