Page 80 of The Devil's Reward
“Shadow,” I plead when he backs off yet again, and I pull the pillow away from my face. “Please. Please, let me cum.”
He chuckles. It’s low, and with him still so close to that throbbing center between my legs, it makes my entire body shudder. That mouth should be outlawed. “Are you not having fun, gorgeous?” he asks me wickedly, leaning forward and swiping his tongue up my center, lazily lapping my clit, and making me gasp and arch into him. “Because I’m having a lot of fun.”
“Sadist,” I grit out, my fingers clenching into the pillow so tight I’m surprised I’m not tearing it.
Another chuckle, and I moan in defeat. The man isn’t going to be satisfied until I’m a writhing puddle of goo on the bed. Or, until I finally snap and murder him. Either way, I’m going insane, and no judge or jury would convict me.
“Poor baby,” Shadow coos, pressing a kiss to the top of my mound. “Are you sorry for laughing at me? Taking my picture?”
I groan. “Yes,” I lie, desperate.
“Mmm, no I don’t think you’re telling the truth,” he says wickedly. “Better grab that pillow, Quinn,” he suggests. He gives me a smug smirk. “You’re going to need it.”
I don’t get another warning before his mouth is back on my pussy, driving me insane. I put the pillow over my face and scream into it as he thrusts his tongue inside me, fucking me hard and fast before he brings his fingers up to rub at my clit. My body bows into his ministrations, racing towards that peak that’s just out of reach.
Unable to get enough air, I push the pillow off my face, reach down, and weave my fingers into Shadow’s hair, gripping his head tightly and trying to angle him right where I need him, desperate for relief.
“Uh-uh,” he scolds with a smirk on his face, lifting his head and pulling my hands from his hair. “Hands on the pillow, gorgeous.”
“They’re going to be around your neck if you don’t let me cum,” I threaten.
“I never realized you had a violent side, Ms. Holt,” he teases. “Too bad it only makes me harder.”
“Fuck,” I curse, a sob in my throat. “Please, Shadow. Please,” I beg.
He must realize just how close I am to losing my damn mind, because he gives me a smug smile and drawls, “Well, since you asked so nicely.” In the next breath, he’s putting both hands under my ass and lifting me to his mouth, moving his tongue fast over my clit, and then down to thrust inside me. I barely pull the pillow over my face before I scream.
It’s like he’s struck a live wire, and my body is no longer my own. I babble nonsense into the pillow, moaning and grinding my pussy into Shadow’s face as he pushes me closer and closer to that edge. My inner walls contract hard to the point of pain, desperate for release.
Somehow holding me up with one hand, he moves the other between my thighs and thrusts them hard and fast inside me. Between that and his mouth on my clit, it’s all I need to finally,finally, go over the edge.
I sob with relief as my orgasm washes over me. I go deaf and blind, stars bursting behind my eyelids. Wave after wave crests inside me, until I can’t take it anymore and I have to pull the pillow from my face so I can get a fresh gulp of air, and push Shadow away. He pulls back, wiping his face on the inside of my thighs, and then puts his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean. I groan.
Why is that so hot? I seriously should be seconds away from passing out, not begging for another round.
I stare up at him, taking in the way his hair stands on end from my hands gripping the strands, the wetness of his beard, and the sweat beading on his forehead. His eyes are bright with lust, his breathing harsh. I glance down and see that his cock is red and angry looking, and I can only imagine the control it took for him to do all that for me.
I sit up quickly, reaching for him, but he pushes my hand away and says, “As much as I love your hands and mouth on me, gorgeous, right now, I can’t let you. When I come, it’s going to be inside you. Understand?”
“Then why are you waiting?” I ask him, voice husky. I move until I’m kneeling in front of him, our bodies just brushing. I bring my hand to his chest, over the Grim Reaper in the center, and up to his neck.
He snarls, and then he’s on me, his control close to evaporating. The kiss is primal, and I want more. I moan into his mouth, hands running down over his shoulders, nails scoring along his back and down to his ass, pressing myself as close as I can to him and rubbing my body against him, letting his cock brush against my mound.
The sensation has me gasping into his mouth, and he growls in his throat as he pushes me back down onto the bed as he rips his mouth from mine. I make a sound of protest but it dies in my throat when I see him reach for the condom he put there earlier, quickly sheathing himself and then crawling up the bed so that I’m pressed back against the pillows and he spreads my legs as wide as they’ll go.
“Last chance, Quinn,” he grits out as he lines himself up to my center. My breath catches at the feel of him pressing against my entrance. “If you don’t want to be mine, now is your time to say so. After this, you’re mine. I’ll never let you go.”
“Yes, Shadow,” I breathe. “Yes, make me yours.” I don’t care if I sound like I’m pleading, because I have no shame. I want Shadow, and I want him with everything in me.
He doesn’t wait or ask any more questions. Slowly, carefully, he pushes inside, rocking his hips until he’s fully seated. He groans, the sound echoing through the room. He holds himself still, eyes closed like he’s savoring the sensation. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathes. “So hot. Tight.” He opens his eyes and stares into mine.
“Please, Shadow,” I whisper, my hands coming up to grip his forearms. “Please.”
He adjusts himself slightly, moving my hands off his forearms and then scooping my legs up and over them instead, changing the angle and going impossibly deeper. I suck in a breath at the fullness I feel, but he doesn’t pause. He pulls back until he’s almost out and thrusts right back in, making me cry out before I abruptly cut it off.
Shadow doesn’t hold back with me once he sets up a steady rhythm. The bed creaks with each thrust, but I don’t care. The only thing that I care about right now is Shadow and the way he’s fucking me into the mattress.
I’ve never been an overly sexual person, but after this, I’m changing my tune. I’ll gladly become perpetually horny with a man like Shadow in my bed. I watch him, mesmerized by the sight.
