Page 6 of Devil's Luck

Tracing my hands up her inner thighs, I don’t stop moving until I have Nola’s ass cheeks in my hands again and her back arched just enough to put her pussy in my face.

While I’d love nothing more than to spend all night running my hands all over her body, feeling every inch of her smooth skin, my self-control is gone and I don’t have anything left in me but the need to take everything she has to give.

Tracing the folds of her clit with my tongue, I get the first taste of my future. She is sweet like honey with a hint of vanilla. It reminds me of the imported Cuban cigars I have in my office at home. I don’t smoke them often, only when I’ve had a rough day,and only ever in my office, but now I’ll never forget this moment every time I light one up.

Nola’s entire body shakes in response, so I take it as invitation to keep going and cover her clit with my mouth and suck hard.

“Fergussssss,” she cries. The sound is everything I’ve ever dreamed it would be and more.

Needing more, I keep sliding my tongue through the center of her pussy, learning and memorizing every fold, every movement and reaction her body makes when I hit a certain spot. Every second I spend between her thighs, my balls feel tight so I grind my boxer covered length into the bed to try and relieve some of the pressure so I don’t explode too soon. I can’t let go anywhere but inside of Nola, and I can’t do that until I make her come on my face at least once.

“I need you, Fergus,” Nola cries as I press the tip of my tongue to her opening, seeing how far she’ll let me in. “I need your cock.”

Hearing her talk so dirty, telling me what she needs, really fucking does it for me.

Needing more, Nola fists her fingers in my hair, another thing I’ve just now realized I like and will do anything for her to do again and again. Her hips buck up, and she presses my face as deep into her as it can go, smothering me in the process and making it a little hard to catch my breath—oh, but what a way to go.

I give everything I have to my woman, because that is what she is now, mine. There is no going back after this. There will never be a day when I won’t thank my lucky stars for dropping this angel into the lap of the devil, and I’ll never give her back.

Flicking my tongue again over her sensitive flesh, I reach up and squeeze one of her tits and pinch the nipple.

“I’m gonna,” she pants, her words fading into each deep breath she takes. “I think . . . That feels so . . . I’m gonna . . .” A scream so loud leaves her lips, I wouldn’t be shocked if she’s heard three floors down.

Bringing my hand back down quick, I slide two fingers into her pussy and feel it pulse and pull like she’s trying to get me deeper.

“Fergus!” she cries out again. “Fuck me, please.”

And who am I to say no and not give her what she wants? Unless it was to keep her safe, I would never deny Nola anything.

I slide myself up her body, kissing every inch of skin my lips can reach until hers are kissing me back.

When our eyes lock, I can’t help but pause for a second to soak in the reality of this moment. I waited so long to get here, with no one’s stupidity but my own holding me back, and if I could pinch myself without moving away from this perfect moment, I would.

Nola’s hands slide down my back, then her fingers dig beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs, pulling me back to themoment. Together we push the cotton down until I can kick it off my feet.

Bracing myself with my left forearm, I fist my cock and rub it at her entrance. “Is this what you need, álainn? Do you need me right here?” I thrust forward just a bit, giving her just the tip.

And she does. With a nod, Nola grabs my butt in both hands and pulls me down into the cradle of her thighs, forcing to move my hand, enveloping my entire nine inches in one smooth glide.

We both cry out and I can do nothing but pepper her face with kisses as she adjusts to me. Her pussy flutters as I rock my hips back and forth, not leaving her warmth, but letting her stretch around me.

“Fergus?” I look up and almost pull back at the sight of a tear rolling down her cheek.

“What’s the matter, love? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she replies as she shakes her head once. “It’s just a lot. And it’s been a while.”

“I’m sorry for pushing you.”

“You didn’t.” Nola brackets my face and brushes away my worry with her fingers. “I pulled you down on me.”

Trying to lighten the mood as I feel her hips start to wiggle, I give her a wink and a smirk as I press a little more of my weight downon her. The small push makes her eyes close and I know it was just what she needed to bring the mood back to a good place.

“We’ll take it slow for just a minute. It’s okay.” I keep rocking my hips into hers, starting off at a steady pace, until I feel her legs wrap around mine and pull me into her all the way again.

“Oh God,” she cries out. “You’re so deep.”

“Does that feel good?” I ask with a smile as I start sliding out a few inches. My eyes bounce back and forth between her face and my cock disappearing inside of her. “Should I keep going?”

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