Page 24 of Heart of a Devil

Fuck. I’m always up for it with this girl. Sure, I prefer being in charge, but it wouldn’t kill me to let her take a turn. Maybe, in a complicated, bullshit psychology way, it might help her feel more in control of her life. It couldn’t have been easy to ask us for help. I’ll be doing her a kindness and getting fucked as part of the bargain. Win-win.

“What did you have in mind?”

She grins wickedly at me. “You’ll see. Now, I’d like you to stay in that chair and not move unless I tell you, okay?”

“I’ll do my best, sweetheart, but I make no promises.”

She rolls her eyes. “I guess that’ll have to do. Are we likely to be disturbed, and will anyone hear us?”

“Not if you lock the door, and yeah, possibly, depending on how much noise we make.”

She gets out her phone, and the next thing I know, Donna Summer’s sultry disco number “Love to Love You Baby” blasts out at full volume. “This is my music to fuck to playlist.”

“What? Have you fucked other men listening to these songs? Because if so, I’d rather listen to fingernails being dragged down a chalkboard.”

“I’m joking, Seb. It’s just a playlist. Background. A little bit of rhythm.”

She locks the door, then struts around to my side of the desk, her body moving gracefully in time to the music. She pushes my chair back against the wall to make space and tells me to sit on my hands. There are plenty of other places I’d like to put my hands right now, but I go along—for the time being.

She starts to dance in front of me, a slow and sensual flow that involves a lot of hip action, shimmying, and hair tossing. She runs her hands up her body, slowly exploring every curve, then starts to unbutton her silk blouse. I suck in a tortured breath, desperate to tear the flimsy fabric away from her with my teeth. Button by button she goes, taking her time in revealing large, perfect tits spilling out of a red lace bra. Tanned, supple skin, perky nipples showing through the material… Fuck me, definitely good enough to eat. “You want a taste, Seb? You only have to ask.”

I nod, my nostrils flaring as she lowers the cup of her bra and hovers in front of me. “You can look. You can taste. You cannot touch—not until I say so. Okay?”

Willing to agree to anything, I nod, and she dances between my spread legs, closing the distance between us. I suck that big beautiful brown nipple into my mouth, consumed by the taste of her, the smell of her perfume. The dark curls swaying around her face. I suckle and nip and swirl my tongue, keeping up the steady rhythm she likes, enjoying her little moans, working her over hands-free. She clutches the back of my head, pulling me closerand giving me access to the other nipple. “God, Seb, the way you do that… I swear you could make me come just by doing that.”

Sweet mother of fuck, I’m definitely willing to try, but she suddenly pulls away. “Not quite yet though, I’m afraid. First we need to make sure you’re nice and hot for me.”

“Fuck, Lauren. My cock is about to explode. I don’t think I could be any hotter for you. Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack?”

“What a way to go, though, huh?”

The music changes to something slow and sensual that I don’t recognize, and she slinks out of her blouse. Her breasts are still exposed, nipples red from my mouth, and her pupils are huge. She reaches behind herself and undoes a zip, then starts to slowly smooth that skin-hugging skirt down her hips, inch by frustrating inch. Soon, she’s naked apart from the red bra, a matching thong, and her black stiletto heels. “Lauren. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She slides her butt back onto my desk, scattering the papers and sending an empty mug to the floor, and hoists her feet up in front of her, heels on the surface. She spreads her legs, her eyes on mine as she teases, revealing a little more with each second. My pulse jackhammers as she shows me her soaking wet thong, a flash of dark hair between her legs, a glimpse of the perfect pink pussy beneath it. Her scent floods my senses, and I want nothing more than to bury my nose in her folds and lick her creamy slit until she comes for me.

Again, she times it to perfection—right as I’m about to lean forward and take what she’s offering, she slides her feet back down on the floor and flips over so her front half is spread on the desk and her rear is facing me in all its glory. Her ass is enormous in the best possible way, her juicy round cheeks filling my vision and begging to be bitten. She sways her hips in time to the music, and the moisture from her pussy shines on herthighs. Her toned legs stretch on forever, and I genuinely don’t think I can take much more of this lap dance without breaking my promise.

She peeks at me over her shoulder, eyes twinkling. “Want me to fuck you yet, Seb?”

I nod grimly, staring at the gyrations of her backside and imagining what I’d like to do to it.

“Then beg for it, baby.”

She lifts herself up from the desk, then turns around and takes off her bra. Continuing to move in time to the music, she slides her thong down those curvy hips, those luscious legs. She balls up the fabric and holds it under my nose. “Beg for it, Seb. Beg for it, and I’ll give you the ride of your life.”

I glare up at her, inhaling the scent of cum and woman from her panties like it’s a class-A drug. We both know I could throw her on that desk and fuck her whenever I wanted to. We both know she couldn’t fight me off, even if she tried. So what’s stopping me? I was rough enough with her the other night, and she loved it. Except… That’s clearly not what she needs right now. She needs to feel her power. I grit my teeth and growl, “I’m begging you. Please, sweetheart. I need to be inside you.”

She strokes my cheek, and I turn my head to kiss the warm skin of her palm. Something seems to melt inside her, and she leans down to kiss me properly. Her tongue dances against mine and her lips drive me crazy. With a woman like Lauren, kissing is more intimate than fucking. “Thank you,” she whispers. “Thank you for this.”

I’m about to tell her she’s welcome, but her hands go to my jeans, and she eases my cock free of its boxer-short jail. I’m left speechless as she kneels down between my legs and takes it into her mouth, running her tongue along my shaft and licking pre-cum from its head. She holds my balls in her hand, gently squeezing them as she starts to suck. I glance down, see her lushred lips stretched around my engorged dick, and almost come there and then. “Fuck, Lauren. Stop, or I’ll be finishing in your mouth.” With a final flick of her tongue, she moves her head away, looking up at me with a face as flushed with need as I imagine mine to be. “Well, maybe we’ll save that for another time.”

She climbs on top of me, her hands on the back of the chair at either side of my neck, her pussy hovering above me. Slowly, she lowers herself down, groaning as my rock-hard cock spears her. I slide into her smooth as silk, her opening slick with arousal, her gorgeous flesh stretching around me as she sinks all the way onto my lap. Seeing stars as she rocks against me, I moan her name.

Her tempo increases, and before long she’s riding me like I’m a bucking bronco, her hair wild and her skin coated in sweat. She keeps a grip on the back of the chair, riding me faster and faster and harder and harder until… Fuck bollocks wank! I come with such intensity I think I might have blacked out for a second. My cum explodes inside her, coating her tight pussy walls, and I quake and quiver for what feels like hours in the aftermath. Her hair is draped around my shoulders, her bare breasts pressed against my face, and Gloria is still tightly gripping me. Fuck. I’ve only just come, but I feel like I could go again straight away. Not like this, though. This was most definitely a one-off.

I pull my hands free, grab hold of her ass, and stand with her legs still wrapped around me. “Seb. What are you doing?”

“I’m doing something I’ve wanted to do since the moment I met you, Lauren. I’m eating that perfect pussy of yours.”

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