Page 56 of Mr. Devereaux


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“I told you what to call me when we’re like this.”

His fat fingers move in and out of me then he presses them deeper.

“Mr. Devereaux,” I groan. “That feels… different.”

He chuckles. “Has no other man found your g-spot, my darling?”

“I guess not. But it feels… Uh, it feels like I’m going to pee.”

“You won’t. It’s just the pressure.”

“No, Mr. D, seriously.”

“Mr. D?”

“Oh, fuck.”

He yanks me back by the hair until his mouth is at my ear. “You think I fucking care about that? I want you to come all over my hand. My car. My face. My tongue. Let me feel you, taste you, Princess. Give in to me.”

“I… Oh, God, I’m coming… I’m coming hard!” And I do. Moisture squirts out of me as I go to another place. My release overwhelms me as I cry out his name over and over and over.

“Jesus,” he mutters when we still. He feels between my thighs. “You squirted.”

I want to die. “I told you it felt weird.”

He chuckles. “Have you ever done that before?”

I’m humiliated that his leather seat is all wet and now I have to face him. “Uh, no.”

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“That’s easy for you to say!”

“It’s just water. Not pee. I’ll clean it up.”

Huh? Mr. Dickface Devereaux is going to clean up my climax? This I have to see.

“Reach into the glovebox, I have tissues.”

I do as he says and pull out a wad, ready to do it myself.

“No,” he says. “Hand them to me.”

“But I…”

“This is what I do, Princess. I need to clean you up.”

My lips are dry and my throat burns. I’m feeling a wave of emotions right now that I wasn’t expecting.

Once he’s finished, he pulls my panties and leggings back up and I scoot around.

Facing him, he cups my face and I suck in a breath.

“You did well. I’m pleased.”

I frown. “What about you? I need to get you off.” I reach for him but he reaches for my hands.

“Not tonight.”

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