Page 2 of Love in the Dark

Cherrie moans into his mouth, her hands tangling in his short black hair, keeping him close as she grinds her pelvis against his hardening dick. "I need you inside me," she whispers, her breath hot against his lips.

With a growl, Azazel straightens, pulling away slightly to peel off his shirt, revealing his ripped torso. Then, with a quick flick of his wrist, he slices through the flimsy fabric of her lace thong. The delicate cloth falls away, leaving her completely bare and exposed to his hungry gaze.

Cherrie shivers as the cool air brushed against her sensitive skin, goosebumps forming across her body. But the chill is short-lived as Azazel's hot mouth descends to her neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, biting and sucking gently as he makes his way down to her breasts.

He teases her nipples with his tongue, leaving them with lazy strokes before taking one hard peak into his mouth and sucking hard. Cherrie cries out, her head falling back as she moans in pleasure.

Azazel continues his feasting, his hands now squeezing her other breast, rolling the sensitive tip between his fingers.

"Az… Baby… I need—" Cherrie gasps, her words cut off as he releases her nipple with a popping sound, only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down her quivering abdomen.

He looks up at her, his green eyes dark and hooded with desire. "I know what you need, baby girl," he murmurs. "And I'm going to give it to you." With that, he hooks his arms under her knees, lifting her legs up and resting her calves on his broad shoulders.

Cherrie's breath hitches as she realizes his intent, her core clenching in anticipation. Azazel smirks up at her, his hands stroking her inner thighs, spreading her wide open and fully exposing her dripping core. "You're so fucking gorgeous like this, all spread out for me," he says, his voice thick with desire. "I could eat you out for hours."

And that's exactly what he does. His tongue delves into her folds, tasting her sweetness as he sucks and licks, his fingers joining in to stroke and tease her swollen clit. Cherrie writhes on the table, moaning and crying out as pleasure washes over her in relentless waves.

"Az! Oh fuck, Az, right there—" she gasps, her body arching off the table when he finds that magic spot that sends her careening over the edge once more.

Azazel chuckles, the vibrations sending delightful shivers through her sensitive core. "You taste so fucking good, baby," he murmurs before diving back in for more, his tongue and fingers working their magic.

Cherrie's mind spins, her body alive with pleasure as Azazel continues to lavish attention on her with his mouth and fingers. Her breath comes in short gasps, her hands clutching at the edge of the table.

"I'm gonna cum, Az!" she cries out, her body tensing as she teeters on the edge. "Oh fuck, I'm—"

Her words come to a halt as Azazel suddenly stands, his hard cock straining against his pants. With swift movements, he undoes his belt, releasing his thick length, his eyes never leaving Cherrie's as he positions himself at her entrance.

She whimpered, nodding her consent, her eyes fixed on his as he slowly pushed into her. Azazel groans, his head falling back as he sheathes himself fully within her. "You’re so damn tight, baby," he grits out, his hands grasping her hips tightly.

Cherrie whimpers again, her nails digging into the table as he begins to move, his dick sliding in and out of her pussy in a steady, torturous rhythm.

"Fuck, Cherrie, you feel so good." Azazel grunts, his eyes screwing shut as he focuses on the incredible sensations washing over him. "Your pussy was made for my dick."

The dirty words send a jolt of desire through Cherrie, and she meets his thrusts with her own, their bodies slapping together in a furious rhythm.

"Harder, baby," she pants, her eyes wild. "Fuck me harder!"

With a growl, Azazel complies, pounding into her with deep, powerful strokes that send the table rattling with each impact. The room fills with the sounds of their passion—the slick, wet sounds of their bodies joining, their panting breaths, and the occasional curse word as the pleasure climbs higher and higher.

"That's it, baby, take it all," Azazel grunts, his muscles straining as he drives into her again and again. "Cum for me, Cherrie; cum all over my dick."

Cherrie's head thrashes from side to side as she teeters on the edge, her entire body tingling with the buildup of pleasure. "Az! Oh god, Az, I'm—" She screams his name as the orgasm tears through her, her walls clenching tightly around his cock, milking him as he continues to thrust through her climax.

Azazel groans, his own release building when he feels her tighten around him. "Fuck, Cherrie, you're gonna make me cum," he grits out, his hips snapping faster, his dick driving deeper as he chases his own orgasm. And then he’s there, his body stiffening as he buries himself balls-deep inside her, filling her with his hot release.

Their dark chocolate skin glistens in the dim lighting, melting together as they come down from their high. They stay like that for a moment, frozen in the aftermath of their passion, their breathing the only sound in the room. Azazel eventually withdraws, his eyes softening as he strokes a sweat-dampened strand of hair from Cherrie's face. "You okay, baby?" he asks, his voice tender and full of concern.

Cherrie smiles lazily, her eyes sparkling with love and satisfaction. "More than okay," she murmurs, reaching up to pull him down for a soft, loving kiss. "I love you, Azazel."

He smiles, his green eyes glowing with a dangerous mix of love and possession. "I love you too, my beautiful Cherrie." And as their lips meet once more, the forgotten victim in the corner watches on, a mixture of fear and fascination in his eyes as he witnesses the raw, uncontrollable passion between these two lovers.

“Az, what shall we do with him?” Cherrie asked, as if she didn’t already know the answer to her question.

“You know what must be done. He has to die.” Azazel states, stuffing himself back into his pants as Cherrie attempts to fix her tattered clothes.

“But you said-” Cherrie begins, but Azazel abruptly cuts her off.

“Cherrie, baby, I know what I said, but we can’t leave any witnesses. Make it quick.” Azazel says to Cherrie, giving her the okay for her new canvas aka… Our victim.

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