Page 72 of Devour

I can hear her before I see her. The device is doing its job, and she’s moaning into the pillow with her fists clenched around the rope. Her knees are shaking under her, and her hips keep rocking forward against nothing because her thighs are belted too tight to spread. She’s chasing it, but she can’t get there.

I drop my bag by the door and lean against the wall to watch her. She hasn’t realized I’m in the room yet. Her back is arched, and her skin is flushed. I can see how wet she is from here. Her pussy is swollen and slick, dripping down her legs.

My cock is so hard it hurts.

I pull my phone out and turn the device up. She cries out, and her whole body jerks against the restraints. Her shoulders pull tight, and her fingers twist in the rope, and she grinds her hips forward, desperate for friction she can’t reach.

“Axl.” She gasps my name into the pillow. “Please.”

“Did you ask for me, baby?” I keep my voice low from the doorway and watch her head snap to the side. Her eyes find me and they’re wild. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen from where she’s bitten them.

“Please.” Her voice cracks. “I need to come.”

“I know.” I push off the wall and pull my shirt over my head. “But you’re going to come with my dick in your ass. I’m going to make it feel so good you’ll kneel at my feet and beg me to fuck this ass again.”

She twists her fingers in the rope and closes her thighs tighter. Her hips rock back, and her eyes stay on mine. I can see her pussy clench desperately seeking something.

I strip the rest of my clothes and grab my mask from the closet, sliding it over my face. There isn’t a thing about my girl that I don’t know, including that she gets off on me fucking her with the mask on. And I want her to love having her ass fucked, because this isn’t the last time it’s going to happen.

I grab what else I need from the closet and then turn the device off on my phone, tossing it on the nightstand. She whimpers at the loss, and I run my hand up the back of her thigh, slow enough that she squirms. I pick her up and twist her so that she’s on her back, her arms crossed above her head.

She moans as soon as she sees me looking down at her with the mask on.

“I can’t wait to watch you cry pretty tears for me while I fuck this ass, baby.”

Her cheeks are already wet from frustration. “Axl,” she whines.

“You’ve been so fucking patient for me, little heathen.” I climb onto the bed and push her thighs against her chest, then grip the base of the plug and ease it out of her. She moans and her ass tightens around it. “Such a good girl.”

She whimpers. “Please, Axl.”

I pull the plug the rest of the way out and set it aside. She gasps and her hips buck up off the mattress. I press my thumb against her ass. She’s stretched from hours of the plug doing its work. My thumb slides inside her, and she clenches around it.

“Look at me.” I wait until her eyes focus on the mask. Tears are running down the sides of her face, and her chest is heaving. She’s fucking gorgeous even when she’s wrecked. “You’re going to take my cock in this ass, and you’re going to watch me while you do it. Don’t you dare close your fucking eyes.”

I coat my cock with lube and press the head against her stretched hole. I don’t push in. I hold there and watch her try not to squirm.

“Axl. I need to come.”

“You’re going to come, like a good little slut.” I grip her bound thigh and press forward just enough, and the head of my dick enters her. Her mouth falls open, and her back arches off the bed. The sound she makes is between a moan and a sob.

I push in slowly. My cock is thicker and longer than the plugs I’ve been using on her, so she’s still being stretched. Her hands twist in the ropes above her head, and her crossed arms pull tight. Her eyes stay focused on my mask, and they fill with fresh tears.

“That’s it.” I press deeper. “Breathe for me.”

“It’s too much.” Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, and her legs shake against my hands.

“You’re going to take this dick.” I push in another inch. “You were made to be used by me, little heathen.” I hold still and let her body adjust around me. She’s so fucking tight I can barely think. “This is my ass, and I’m going to fuck it anytime I want after this. And you want that don’t you, baby?”

“Yes.” It comes out broken and wet, and it goes straight through me.

I push the rest of the way in, and my balls press against her ass. Her whole body locks up, and her mouth opens in a silent scream. I can feel her pulse around my cock.

I don’t move. I stay buried in her and lean forward, pressing her thighs harder against her chest. The red glow from the mask falls across her face, and her tears catch the light.

“You feel that, little heathen?” I pull my hips back slowly and push in again. She cries out, and her back arches, and her arms strain against the rope. “You’re taking my entire dick just like I knew you could.”

I start fucking her in a slow rhythm. Every stroke pulls a sound out of her that I’m going to hear in my head for the rest of my fucking life. Her ass grips me so tight that I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming already.