Page 31 of Devil’s Promise

By about the third or fourth pass, she finally kisses back, tentative, her movements small.

But it’s enough. I roar with victory, thrusting my tongue deep between her lips.

I never claimed to be a gentle guy, just like I’m not a nice one. I kiss her like I’m trying to suck her soul from her body. Maybe I am.

I want to claim this woman, and I’m honestly not sure if this is heading to a very dark place. I’m not exactly a happily-ever-after kind of guy.

And then there is her father.

I’ve made him assurances and I’m not a man who doesn’t keep his word.

But when her hands twine around my neck, her body melting into mine, I forget about the future, about my promises.

Her tongue gives a small push back, touching mine, and I tighten my grip in her hair, my other hand sliding down her neck and across her back to grab her ass and fucking squeeze.

I could take her right now. My balls ache with the need. Instead, I ease away, looking down at her dazed expression.

Satisfaction ripples through me.

Soon. Soon I will get to make her as dirty as I want.

But tonight I need to handle myself with some reserve. We’re easing in after all. Which is why I push back from her body.

Grabbing the toothbrush, I hold it up. “We’ve swapped spit.”

She snatches the toothbrush from my hand, spinning toward the mirror and leaning over the sink, making that sweet little ass stick out.

For a second, I just admire the view. Then I reach out, running my hand over a cheek, cupping it in my hand.

Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, the questioning curiosity filling them. She’s learned a few truths tonight.

Bad boys know how to make good girls scream in pleasure. But the one truth she doesn’t understand yet—that pleasure comes at a giant cost.

I’m going to enjoy the first, the second she’ll learn in her own good time.

I dip my fingers between her legs, feeling her smooth pussy lips. She’s still so wet, and I rumble out my satisfaction and lust even as she gasps, a soft moan falling from her lips.

My teeth grind as I step closer, pressing my hips against her ass. My cock nestles in the crack, throbbing like I didn’t just shoot a load, and I know it’s going to take me a while to work Promise out of my system. Maybe when I fuck her, I’ll feel better.

Then again, why rush it? We’re getting married and at least until the election, we’re keeping up the appearance of the happy couple. While not actually enjoy myself?

My good little girl looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide and unsure. My molars grind together as I take her in. “Want me to make you moan again?”

She hesitates for a second and then, she gives a tentative little nod.

Satisfaction moves through me. I like hearing her as much as I like cumming myself.

Which is why I push her down lower on the counter before I squat, running my tongue over her clean cunt.

Her response is instantaneous. She tosses her head back, a cry falling from her lips.

I lick her again, shoving my tongue inside her. Her pussy is so smooth and tight, I tongue deeper, imagining my cock inside her soft folds.

She’s going to feel so damn good. Hot, wet, and snug.

She whimpers, pushing her ass up, like she’s inviting me back to her clit.

But I take my time, exploring her until I finally flick my tongue over the sensitive bud again.