Page 86 of Marked By the Devil

I did and she moaned.

“I want you right there as I ride your tongue.”

I growled, pushing it into her cunt.

“I want to fuck your face, Viktor.”

Do it. Do it, Red. Whatever you want.

“I want you right there making my thighs raw with your beard.” She threaded her fingers through my hair, her eyes glittering and scorching hot.

“I want you to fuck me and make me your—” She cried out, closing her eyes and slumping back as she came. She squirted, and I licked it all up.

But I had to know what she was going to say.

Make you my what?

What, Red?

What do you want?

I couldn’t ask her now. My dick was about to explode. I was so on the edge, holding back with my control slipping so fast. She wanted my dick in her too, so I obliged.

I climbed up to ram my cock all the way in, catching the tail ends of her orgasm. She was still riding it, her pussy clenching and fluttering in reaction to how I’d devoured her.

I did that.

I made this exquisite woman so wild in bed.

I satisfied her.

And that shit would never, ever get old.

“You want this cock?” I growled. “You want me right here? You want me stuffing you with my dick, Red?”

She nodded, already close to coming again. I didn’t know what it was about her or this morning, but she was extra sensitive with me, coming twice so close together.

“I want…” She moaned, too near her orgasm to speak. To think.

“You want this dick fucking you. Filling you.” At the idea of her so full of me that I’d knock her up, I lost the last threads of control. I whipped my hips one last, brutal time and shot all my cum into her. I shook with the intensity of her coming again. She milked me, gloving me and squeezing all my cum out. I poured it all into her, aware of her throbbing and pulsing around me as she came down from the rush of bliss that she earned again.

I dropped down to her, rolling so she wouldn’t be crushed by my weight. Lying on my back, my legs and arms flopped out, I gave her the chance to drape herself over me.

And she did.

Limp. Lax. Lazy and smiling. I felt her cheek rise up in a smug little grin as she rested her head on my chest.

For a long while, we lay just like that, together while we caught our breath. Sticky and glued as one while we waited for our hearts to slow back down. Warm and united, my dick eventually going soft inside her.

“I need to get up,” she mumbled, her voice so sluggish. “Bathroom.”

I lightly spanked her ass and she giggled a little as she got up. Not in the mood to be away from her for long, I got up too and followed after her. We showered together, and when her stomach grumbled, I remembered the food on the tray I’d brought her.

“We can get something fresh in the kitchen.”

She cringed and shrugged. “I’m not that hungry.”

I laughed once, drying her off. “Your stomach is growling.”