Page 123 of Devil's Dilemma

Before Pyro, I couldn’t understand why any woman would wantthatin her mouth. But with him, I wanted to try everything. That he loved it, I knew from the first time he’d hesitantly suggested it, after he’d spent a while eating me out.

Hiding my reluctance, I try it.

It gives me power. Oh, he might fist his hand in my hair, but I’m the one using my tongue to pleasure him. Pyro’s a man who lets you know exactly what he’s feeling, with grunts, groans, and words of encouragement. It’s those that drive me on.

“Darlin’, pull away now. Want to come inside you.”

Quick as a flash he’s pulled me up and is pushing me in the direction of the couch. He leans me over the back cushions, then works my work skirt that I’m still wearing up over my hips.

“Fuckin’ love you in skirts,” he comments, as he proceeds to yank my underwear down. In doing so, he’s folded himself, so it’s him on his knees now.

And now it’s his tongue pleasuring me, his fingers working in tandem as he expertly brings me to the edge and soon I’m tensing and crying out.

He kicks my legs open further, then with one hand on my back, pushes me down over the back of the couch, then positions himself and enters me from behind.

I’m not particularly interested in who’s got the biggest, longest or thickest cock in the club, though I bet Pyro would qualify on all counts. It’s what he can do with it that matters. He pushes in hard making me gasp, then starts that rotation of his hips which makes his dick rub over exactly the right spot. Sometimes I can now come from that alone, sometimes I need extra stimulation, but I wait for Pyro to provide it. He knows exactly what I want.

He rubs at my clit just the way I like it and I lose it as an orgasm floods through me.

While I’m still shuddering, I feel him swell, and then that amazing feeling of him coming inside me, I swear I sense him filling me up.

He leans his weight over me, not pressing down, just letting me know he’s there while our lungs heave in unison. Then, I feel him slip out.

He lifts me as if I weigh nothing, carries me to the front of the couch then sits me down. Instead of cuddling, he’s lifting my legs in the air and holding them up.

“What are you doing?” My lips curve and I’m laughing.

“Making sure my cum doesn’t run out.” He looks down at where my pussy is wide open to him. “In fact, you could do with a plug.”

I don’t have to ask what he means, when he pulls me in closer and I feel his cock, rock hard once more, entering me. Another position, it’s different, he gets in deeper. Again, I gasp and writhe, as he wrenches another orgasm out of me before chasing his own for himself.

I love every position we make love in, but this is one of the best as it allows me to watch his face contort, his eyes dilate, then the way his head goes back as he lets out a deep groan of satisfaction.

My man has stamina. I’m not complaining.

This time Pyro gently puts down my legs when he pulls out and reaches for one of the boxes of tissues we’ve strategically placed all around the house. Every room, every surface has a memory of him now.

Then we’re cuddling, me held tight to his chest.

“Fuckin’ love you, Mel.”

“Love you too, Pyro.”

He’s thoughtful for a moment. “Do you want me to get tested?”

“What?”

“To see if there’s anything wrong.” He points to his cock.

“No, Ro. It can take time. Just because I fell fast last time, doesn’t mean I’ll fall fast again. It’s too early to worry. Anyway,” I nudge him gently with my fist, “I’m enjoying the practice.”

“Can’t deny I’m finding it no chore, darlin’.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Now about your brothers’ dicks…”

This time he stops me with his mouth on mine, but I can feel his body shaking with laughter.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

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