Page 73 of The Devil's Revelation
THIRTY-FIVE
IZZY
Do I risk it all and say yes to Torque? Or do I stay strong and keep things purely physical?
I cry out at the feel of Torque’s mouth on my pussy. I don’t know where he learned to be so damn good at this, but I’m not about to complain. He spreads my thighs as wide as they’ll go, and his talented tongue laps at me, driving me crazy. My entire body shudders when he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks.
I moan, grinding down onto his face and gasp when he pushes his tongue inside me, fucking me hard and fast. “Torque!” I cry, completely overwhelmed with all the sensations that hit me. I grip him by the hair, not caring if I yank it out by the roots. The only thing I can focus on is the way he’s driving the pleasure inside me higher and higher.
He groans, pulling away. I cry out in disappointment at the loss, but he’s moving fast, grabbing me, rolling us and then urging me up to my knees. “Ride my face,” he orders, pulling on my thighs to move me where he wants me.
I hesitate. “Your face?”
He looks up at me, eyes hot with lust, and beard wet. It’s the hottest sight I’ve ever seen in my life. My core clenches and I nearly whimper when he says, “I want you dripping all over my beard, and I want to taste all of you. So ride my face, Izzy, and I’ll make you come so hard there will be no doubt to anyone else you’re mine.”
Well what am I supposed to do when he talks like that? Even though I’m feeling a bit apprehensive, I carefully move over him, putting my hands on the wall in front of me, and lowering myself over him. I gasp in surprise when he wraps his hands around my thighs, yanks me down, and starts devouring me like I’m his favorite meal.
My fingers curl against the wood, my breathing short and choppy as he pushes me closer and closer to a huge orgasm. I can’t help myself as I grind and ride his mouth, loving the feel of his beard scraping against my thighs. The sensation is almost too much, but the thought of losing it isn’t acceptable. I want it all.
When he stabs his tongue inside me, I’m powerless to stop the orgasm that hits. I scream, my thighs squeezing the sides of Torque’s head in a tight grip, as I cum all over his face.
As the waves slowly start to subside, I force myself to unclench my thighs and rise up off Torque. I look down at him through hazy eyes and see him watching me with a smug smile, even as he runs his tongue over his lips. I moan at the sight, another shudder of pleasure wracks through me. God, this man should be illegal.
I move off of him and collapse on the bed beside him, chest heaving as I try to get myself back under control. Torque, however, has other plans. He rolls over on top of me and whispers, “I’m not done,” before he slides himself down the bed, thrusts my thighs apart, and pushes two broad fingers deep inside me.
“Torque!” I scream, helpless but to accept everything he’s giving me.
“I want another one, Izzy,” he growls, voice deep and commanding. “Cum on my fingers as I watch you. I want to see the moment you fall apart. The moment you know it’s me who’s making you feel this good. So good no other man will ever do.”
Each sentence is punctuated with another hard thrust of his fingers, as his thumb circles my clit with firm pressure. I’m already so sensitive from my last orgasm that it doesn’t take me long to fall again. I know I scream his name, but I don’t care who hears. Not when he’s making me feel this way.
He pulls his fingers out and up to his mouth, licking them and groaning. “So fucking good,” he rasps. I shiver, my senses on fire. “As much as I would love to taste you again, I’m already hanging on the edge as it is.”
I watch as he slides off the bed, quickly pulling down the zipper of his jeans and pushing them off his hips. I lick my lips at the sight of his cock as it springs free. He’s thick, and I marvel at him. I roll over and crawl across the bed until I’m directly in front of him, belly down on the bed. I look up at him to see him watching me, not moving.
I give him a quick smirk before I lean forward and take him into my mouth. At this angle it’s a bit awkward, but considering I almost just suffocated him by sitting on his face and riding it like my own personal pony, I can deal with a bit of discomfort.
Torque lets out a hiss between clenched teeth, his hand coming up to cup the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. “Fuck, Izzy. Yes, just like that,” he praises.
It’s all I need to keep working him in and out of my mouth, lashing at him with my tongue, and swirling it around him in just the way I know he likes. I bring my hand up and cup his heavy balls, gently rolling them in my palm. His entire body tenses. “Fuck, Izzy, you keep doing that and I’m going to come in your mouth,” he warns me, his grip on my hair tightens. It stings, but it only makes me want to drive him as crazy as he drove me.
I pull back just enough to lick at the head, running my tongue along the underside and finding the spot that has him thrusting deeper into my mouth. I have to relax my throat to keep from gagging, but I don’t pull away. Instead, I suck harder and faster.
Suddenly he pulls out of my mouth, and steps away from my hand. “No, I’m going to cum in your pussy, not your mouth,” he growls, reaching for his nightstand and hurriedly pulling out a condom. As he tears it open, he orders, “Turn around and get on your hands and knees, baby. I want to watch this gorgeous ass as I take you.”
I quickly do as he says, anticipation making my belly clench. I watch him over my shoulder as he rolls on the condom and then looks at me, eyes hot as his gaze moves over my ass. He moves forward, lining himself up before slowly pushing inside. I turn my head, closing my eyes and dropping my head forward.
It feels so good. The stretch and burn of my muscles has me moaning, and Torque grunts when he finally seats himself fully inside me. Neither of us say or do anything for a moment, almost like we want to savor the sensation. The connection. “Torque,” I moan, gripping the sheets underneath me tightly.
“Shit, you’re so tight,” he groans, flexing his hips slightly and making my muscles tighten instinctively around him. “I want to go slow, Izzy, but I don’t think I can. Not this time.”
“Next time,” I pant out in agreement. “Take me, Torque. Now.”
He chuckles softly, and he rumbles, “Your wish is my command, baby.” Before I can chuckle at his cheesy line, he’s pulling halfway out and then slamming back inside me. I jolt forward, but lock my arms and legs to keep myself steady as he sets up a frantic pace.
The only sounds in the room are our heaving breathing, the slap of skin on skin, and my moans and whimpers every time he hits the perfect spot. “Torque!” I cry, desperate as the heat inside me starts to swirl again, larger than before.
“Yes, Izzy, give it to me,” he grits out, curling himself forward, weaving his fingers through my hair, and then pulling my head back with a sharp tug. My inner muscles tighten in reflex and Torque groans.
