Page 67 of Devil's Due

A startled laugh bursts out of me. “You’re going to have to wait to find out.”

I’ve been interested in, but never really understood the dynamics of BDSM before, but having Stevie effectively blindfolded is turning me on. By not allowing her to touch, she’s got no clue what I’m about to do. She’s breathing fast, her skin is nicely flushed, and I bet her heart’s beating fast in anticipation. This isn’t just an act to get off, nothing like going with a sweet butt or the boring missionary position where dirty talk was discouraged. My head’s running through ways of how to drive this, to make the experience good, not just for me, not only for her, but, for us both.

I move fast to take her by surprise, raising her legs, bending them then pushing her knees apart so she’s completely open to me. She gasps as I’ve startled her, and then again when I huff warm breath against her clit. She hadn’t been kidding when she said she was wet, she’s dripping. Her moisture is dampening her inner thighs, glistening in the light spilling from the lamp.

Lazily I circle my fingers down from her knees, in no hurry to reach that part where she wants me to touch her. I don’t think I’ve taken the time to examine a woman’s reactions in such depth before. Stevie’s eyes might be sightless, but the rest of her body is so expressive it more than compensates.

Her nipples are pert, her stomach softly rounded, her pubic hair neatly trimmed. She’s a natural redhead.

She shivers, but it’s not with cold. Her mouth starts to open, but before she asks what’s taking me so long, I lower my face, breathing in that perfume that’s uniquely hers. Her labia are like petals surrounding a prize underneath, my tongue parts them, and her taste… If I thought the aroma was perfection, when my taste buds start getting some action my cock jumps as though it’s alive. I could become addicted to this. Eating pussy is one of my favourite things to do, but sometimes it’s just mechanical. Stevie? I could stay here for hours devouring her.

Her hands come down, her fingers start running through my short hair, then she tries to move my head, but this is my show. I delve deep inside her, but there’s no way I can get the last drop. Her body’s reacting to me as mine is to hers, and she simply produces more cream for me to lap up. I love the effect I’m having on her. No lube needed tonight, that’s for sure.

Her clit. Yes, can’t ignore that. As soon as my lips close around it, she arches her back, pressing up into my mouth. I toy with it, licking around, then flicking across the top. She’s flexing, seeming unaware that she’s grunting and moaning, giving me clues as to what she likes most.

“Beef,” she wails. Then, more urgently, “There, Beef. There…”

I could pull away and make her wait, but my cock’s leaking pre-cum as much as her slit’s leaking cream and I don’t want a delay. Another suck, nibble, then my tongue works the spot and with the action she seems to like the most, she’s tensing, her muscles tight, then she screams and comes.

I continue to work until her convulsions cease.

Easing my head up, I stare at her, able to drink in the view of a fully sated woman. As she has no clue I’m watching her, I can take my time, enjoying the flush to her skin, the sheen of sweat on her brow, her mouth half open as she draws air down into heaving lungs. Like a slap around the head it hits me.I’m not going to be able to let her go.

I must.

This is the only time I’m going to be weak and let my cock have its way. Just this once. Too many issues if we do a repeat. My hand idly strokes that appendage as I indulge in the view I promise myself I’ll never see again, committing the sight of her head thrown back in ecstasy into my brain. If I use the image to fuel my alone time in the shower in the days, weeks, months to come, who could blame me.

I can’t hold back any longer. As I tear open the condom packet, a little smile curves her lips.Appreciation I’m taking care of her?Or anticipation of what’s to come.

“Ready for me?” I ask her.

“What’s taking you so long?” she replies, impudently.

Well, that’s it. I sit back on my haunches and pull her toward me, her feather-light weight proving no problem at all to slide her hips up over mine. In this position she’s completely open to me.

Christ she looks tiny.And for her, it’s been a long time.Take this slow.

I line myself up and push in. She’s as tight as I expected. Her eyes squeeze shut, her brow furrows. “Relax. Breathe.”

She attempts to obey, as I start making headway. Her scrunched-up face shows it may not be pleasurable right now, but once I’m in, I know ways to make it better. To distract her, I play with her clit.

A small thrust in, a slow pull out, then repeat. It’s not my normal style of fucking, but I love it. Her tightness is strangling my dick, ramping up my own pleasure, it’s taking all my control to prevent this being over too fast.

At last she’s taken all of me. Leaning forward I take her mouth in a gentle kiss, our lips meeting and melting, our bodies as close as they could possibly be.

When I pull away, I ask, “Are you ready?”

She wriggles for an answer which I take as a yes. A slow slide out, then I push right in, butting against her cervix. I do it again, again and again, each thrust getting more powerful, making sure I find that special spot inside her every single time.

Studying her, every reaction is encouragement. I ramp it up, my movements become fierce and powerful, a punishing rhythm that not every woman likes, but she takes it, encourages it, allowing me to fuck how I want. Her hands grip the comforter, her fists clench, her mouth twists as though she’s in mid-scream, and her internal muscles clench down on my dick.Christ, she’s going to take me over.

As her body goes taut and starts spasming, I lose it myself, my body jerking erratically as cum rises from my balls, up through my shaft. The swelling of my dick inside her seems to be all she needs to start flying.

I grunt, she cries out. It’s a perfect moment. Both of us coming together. Both of us heaving to get breaths into starved lungs. I swear I see stars for a moment. It must be because she’s so tight, but I can’t remember coming this hard in my life. Or pumping so much cum into a condom.

It’s her that recovers first and is the one who gives voice to my own realisation. “That was amazing. I’ve never come like that before. Utterly, incredibly, amazing.”

“It was.” I’m barely able to respond. My mind fighting with two thoughts, one that I’d like to try round two just to see if it’s really her that makes the difference, and the second, that I have to leave her now, before I become addicted.

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