Page 48 of Wrecked By a Devil

“Please, Zeke…” She gasps, her breath coming in shallow pants as I begin a relentless, heavy rhythm with my tongue. “It’s too much.”

I ignore her pleas, swirling my tongue around her clit, driving her straight toward the edge. I can feel the tight muscles in her lower belly locking up, her internal walls twitching as she nears the peak of her release. Right when she lets out a sharp sob, her body trembling on the absolute verge of shattering, I pull back completely.

“No, please!” She groans, her eyes flying open in desperate confusion, her hips twitching in an agonizing suspension. “Don’t do this to me, Zeke. Please, let me cum… Please…”

“Not yet,” I grin up at her, my thumb tracing her wet thigh, marking her. Having her entirely at my mercy like this is a pure, intoxicating drug.

“Please,” she breathes.

“Tell me how much you want it. Show me how good you can be for me.”

“I want it so badly,” she whimpers, her nails scratching into my shoulders as she continues to beg, completely broken under my control. “Please let me cum. I’ll be good.”

“Good girl,” I whisper, the dark spark of approval making my dick twitch in my pants but I ignore it. It’s not time for that now. This is about Riley’s pleasure.

I plunge my mouth back down on her, using long deep strokes, finding the exact deep spot that makes her whole body tremble under me. I don’t let her rub against me even though she’s desperately trying to. Instead, I keep her pinned in place, forcing her to take every ounce of pleasure that I’m feeding her.

I hammer her with a brutal, relentless speed, burying my face into her soaking heat until I’m breathing in nothing but her scent. The heavy, slick sound of my tongue lapping against her split echoes off the porcelain and tile, a filthy, rhythmic slap that has her head thrashing against the wall.

Her pussy is a tight, trembling vice around my mouth, drowning me in her juices until it slicks my chin and drips down on my polo shirt. As she arrives right on the edge of breaking, her inner thighs clamp tight against my neck, locking me in place as her lower belly hitches and goes completely rigid.

I don’t give her a second of breathing room. Instead of backing off, I suck her swollen clit into my mouth, biting down witha possessive, punishing pressure that shatters the last of her defenses.

“Do it, Riley,” I growl against her dripping flesh. “Do it for me. Cum.”

“Zeke!!!!”

She screams my name into the quiet room, her entire body locking up as her orgasm finally ripples through her, clamping down in thick, violent waves that leave her completely spent and shaking.

I don’t pull back. Instead, I stay buried right there against her, catching every heavy, desperate twitch of her internal walls as her pussy milks itself dry against my mouth. I slide my tongue deep inside her one last time, taking a massive, wet lap to gather her release, tasting the raw, sweet iron of her ruined innocence mixed with her orgasm.

I swallow her down, letting the taste of her to fill my senses before I slowly lift my head.

Riley is slumped against the tile wall, her eyes heavy with afterglow. I trail a finger up her inner thigh, collecting a smear of the excess moisture dripping down her skin, and bring it straight to my lips. I lick her off my knuckle, keeping my gaze locked onto her face so she can watch me claim every single drop she just gave me.

“Mine,” I whisper as I kiss her.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Riley

“Girls’ night?” Lexi walks into the living room with a bottle of wine in one hand and a large bowl of popcorn in the other. “It’s been a while since the three of us hung out.”

“I’m in,” I take my headphones off and place my phone on the coffee table. I have been trying hard not to think about the missing girls, but the thought keeps popping into my head. Seeing Lexi with the bottle of wine gives me want a break. “But Elena hasn’t gotten home yet.”

“She just texted me,” Lexi explains. “She ran into her ex and is running late, but she’ll be here.”

“Oh my God,” I take a handful of popcorn from the bowl. “I still can’t believe that son of a bitch turned out to be so…” I try to find the right word to describe Elena’s ex but nothing comes to mind. From the outside he appeared to be a perfect boyfriend.

“Fake?” Lexi raises an eyebrow. “I warned her about him, but she never wanted to listen… Not that I blame her for trusting him, though.”

“Wait,” I stop with my handful of popcorn mid air before getting it to my mouth. “You could actually see something was off about him?”

Why wasn’t I able to see it?

The thought of being someone who’s completely blind and oblivious to such things shakes me to my core. I wonder how many other times I misses the signs that were right in front of me.

“Yeah,” she nods. “But only because I saw him flirt with someone else after class. I was just as fooled by him before that.”