Page 62 of Devil’s Promise

She’s already so wet for me that I rumble with satisfaction, even as I swipe my thumb down the length of her lips, feeling the shiver as I sink the digit into her tight pussy.

“That feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” she hisses back, bucking against my hand.

I reward my favorite word with a long lick, ending on her clit. She whimpers and tugs my hair, even as she encourages me closer.

“You know what I want to hear,” I rumble into her pussy before I swirl my tongue right where she wants it most.

“Yes,” she cries. “More. Please.”

Promise begging me is more satisfying than I ever imagined. I’m a man possessed as I lick and suck, pumping my thumb into her sweet little pussy as my index finger settles into the crack of her ass and pushes just inside her other tight hole.

She gasps, half sitting up, and I pull out, but I’m not giving up. I will conquer every hole she’s got and then she’ll be fully and completely mine.

“Relax,” I order, sliding my other hand up her chest to push her back down. “Let me make you feel good.”

She resists for another second and then slowly lies back down, her eyes still holding mine, suspicion shining in them.

I just smile like the wolf that I fucking am. And then I push my thumb deep inside her, swirling around the folds until she lets out a loud moan.

“That’s my good Goldilocks.” And I reward her with a press of my tongue right to her clit. Her pussy contracts around me, which is my cue to press the tip of my index finger back inside her.

While I want to conquer her, this is also about her feeling good. It works. This time, she relaxes, opening up to me so that I can push deeper inside her tight little hole.

The moan she gives is enough to make me leak cum as I work her clit like I’m going for an Olympic medal.

She’s rubbing on my face, her whimpers and cries enough to make me press deeper inside her, my tongue flying over her little nub of pleasure.

I know she’s close to breaking as she pulls my hair with enough force that it stings in the best way.

I look up at her, watching her face as it twists, red now, and so fucking beautiful.

And then she screams, “Angel!” before she orgasms, her pussy and asshole locking my fingers in a vice.

I thought I might fuck my need for Promise out of my system. But I don’t think that’s happening for a while.

I’ve barely started conquering this woman.

I pull out of her, rearing up on my knees as I yank my shorts down. I’ve got my cock in my hand in a second, as I spread her legs wider with mine, leaning over her so that I can coat her stomach with my jiz.

“Tell me, Promise. Tell me to cum on you. Tell me you like it.”

“Cum on me,” she whispers back, her eyes locking with mine. “I want you, Angel.”

I reach up then, threading my free hand into her hair, loving the feel of it in my hand. “Tell me you want to be mine.”

“I want to be yours,” she says, her eyes holding mine. “I want you to be mine.”

“I am.” My hand is flying over my cock, my eyes glazing, as I don’t think, I just speak. “I’m fucking yours, Promise.” And then thick ropes of my cum spurt out of my cock, covering her chest and belly.

I keep pumping, the orgasm so good, I don’t want it to end. Her hands settle on my hips, soft and so silky as she holds them, urging my hips up her body.

I comply, until my softening cock is angled toward her mouth, and then she sucks it between her lips, her tongue swiping off the cum that was still leaking out.

I’m instantly fucking hard, a feral noise gurgling in my throat.

She breaks off my cock with a soft pop, licking her lips as she does. But I’m already pushing my erection back in her mouth.