Page 147 of Devour

God, I love when she moans.

“Beg me, baby.” I smack her ass. “Beg for this dick.”

“Please.” She pushes her ass back toward me, her bound hands reaching for me. I want to lean down and lick my name inked on her ass. “Please, Axl. I need you inside me.”

I grip her hair and pull her back, then grip her breast, twisting her nipple in my fingers. She cries out. “I know you can do better than that.”

“Please, my king.” Her voice cracks, and she’s trembling under my hands. “I need your cock. I need you to make me come. Please—I’ll do whatever you want—”

I know she will. I release her hair and shove her cheek into the cushion. “You’re not ready yet, baby.”

These ropes around my neck are going to get put to good use. I pull one and wrap it around her thighs, tying them together. Then I position her so her knees are beneath her. She has no give to spread her legs at all.

I pull the other rope from my neck and use it to secure her bound arms to her torso. She moans and rocks on her knees while I tie the rope to the one wrapped around her thighs. She can’t move.

“So fucking beautiful, baby.” I give her my full length in one thrust, burying myself in her pussy. She moans and brushes her fingers along my stomach when I lean over her back to lick the tears from her cheek. They’re the only things she can move besides her head. “Now I’m going to remind you what’s mine.”

I don’t start slow. I grip the belt holding her wrists and use it as leverage to pull her body back onto my cock with every thrust, then smack her ass.

“This pussy is mine, Saylor.” I pound into her, and she’s sobbing. “Say it.”

“Yours—fuck—it’s yours, Axl—”

“And I’m going to keep it so fucking full of my cum.” I lean over her back and press my mouth against her ear. “And don’t think I’m going to go easy on you when you’re carrying my baby either.”

“Promise?” She pushes back against me and bites into her bottom lip.

“Fuck, my little queen.” I grab her hips with both hands and drive into her as hard as I can. “Come on my dick like a good slut. I’m about to fill my cunt.”

Her whole body trembles. She buries her face in the cushion, and her pussy clenches around me so fucking tight. She comes hard, shaking under me, and the sound of her moans drives my need to mark her. I sink my teeth into her shoulder. I bury myself deep and come while I bite and suck her salty skin.

I stay inside her, licking and kissing the mark I left on her shoulder. I fucking love marking my girl. She’s panting, trying to get her breathing back to normal.

She sighs as I untie the bindings. Once she’s free, I pull out slowly and she whimpers. I watch some of my cum run down her thigh.

I flip her over and use my finger to catch the cum and push it back inside her. “I think I’m going to have to plug you after all.”

“Kiss me,” she whispers, looking up at me through watery lashes.

I pull her up against my chest and press my lips to hers. I kiss her deep and slow, my hand gripping the back of her neck to hold her against me. She melts into it, and her fingers dig into my shoulders.

When I pull back, her gorgeous face makes my heart pound. “I love you, baby.”

“I can’t wait to marry you, Axl.”

I wipe the tears off her cheek with my thumb, then kiss her again. “You’re already mine, little heathen.”

EPILOGUE

AXL: One month later

The needle hits her skin, and her cunt squeezes my cock so tight I can’t help but grind against her. I hold her hip with my free hand and thrust deeper, keeping her pinned to the table while the gun drags ink across her ribs.

“I’m going to tattoo your whole body if your pussy keeps taking my dick like that, baby.” I wipe the excess ink and blood from the line I just pulled and lean back to check my work. The first three letters sit clean over the raised edge of the scar. It’s finally healed enough for me to cover it for her, and she didn’t want to wait.

“Please let me come.” She gasps when I roll my hips slowly, grinding my piercings in just the right spot.

“Not until this is done.” I bring the gun back to her skin and start the next letter. Her fingers grip the edge of the table above her head, and her back arches off the table where I have her laid out in the penthouse. I press my palm flat against her bare stomach and hold her down. “I told you I’d make it feel good, little heathen.”