Page 10 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“I hope you don’t mind love bites.” I whisper as I start kissing her shoulders, then biting down when I hear a soft chuckle escape her lips. Not hard enough to break the skin, but it will definitely leave a mark. I don’t want it to look like I bit her, so I gently suck instead of biting her again.

“I don’t mind at all. Mark me as yours wherever you want.”

Still in the kneeling position, with my hand wrapped securely around her hair, I begin to pound into her. I let my tongue leave a wet trail as I pay the same attention to her other shoulder. I want to ask her how she likes everything, but not yet. Not only will it show that I’m inexperienced, but it will spoil the moment.

Loosening my grip on her hair, I push her face down into the mattress, holding her there as I ram my dick into her pussy over and over again. Moments before I come, a thought springs to mind.

“Will you let me fuck your ass?” I grunt, smacking her so hard, the sound vibrates off the walls.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She purrs, and I pull out of her. Picking her ass up, I stick my finger in my mouth, coating it with my spit.

Once I feel it’s wet enough, I spread her cheeks, getting a good look at her puckered hole. I’m not sure if I’m an ass man or not, but I love smacking her cheeks, so we will see. I rub my finger around the outside of her hole as she begins to moan, pushing herself back on my finger.

“Someone’s eager.”

“Fuck, yeah I am.”

I lean down and replace my finger with my tongue, and I must say, I like the way her asshole feels on my tongue. Spreading her wider, I stick my tongue in and out a few times, before I suck it.

“Fucking, hell. Do it again.” She says, backing her ass more into my mouth.

Wanting to give her whatever she wants, I do it over and over and over again, until I’m so hard, I might come.

“I can’t take it anymore.” I growl, getting up, grabbing my dick and stuffing inside her tight asshole.

“Oh! My! God!” She screams as she takes me in.

My self-restraint has flown out of the window with how tight she feels. I’m drilling into her like I’m searching for gold when I hear her husband grunt as he watches from the chair he’s sitting in. I look down and notice his pants are wet right where is dick is. He really does like to watch. Well, he’s gonna love this.

After several minutes of ass play, I’m ready to come. “Get up and turn over. I’m going to come all over your face and tits.” I rasp as she does what I say. “Open wide.”

She opens her glorious mouth wide, and I shoot my cum into her waiting mouth and all over her tits, pumping my dick hard and fast. It’s so much cum, that it’s still flowing out of me minutes later.

“Damn, baby, you made Mama really proud.” She gushes, swallowing it all. My eyes bulge out of my head when I see that. “What? Did you really think I was going to spit it out?” She asks, and I can only shake my head, yes. “Shame on you, I’d never waste perfectly good cum like that.” She winks at me.

“It looks like your husband enjoyed the show.” I motion my head over in his direction as I flop down on the bed, completely spent. Look at me, get my first taste of older pussy, and I start using terms like them.

She crawls off the bed and over to him, rubbing his dick through his pants.

“Did you like that?” He shakes his head, yes. “Do you want to fuck me?” Again, he shakes his head, yes. She smiles wickedly at him as she turns around, in search of something that fell from my bag. I see the moment she finds something that brings a smile to her face. She leans down and picks up a knife. I pick myself up off the mattress, wondering what she has in mind.

She walks back to him as his eyes open wide like a deer caught in headlights. He starts shaking his head, no and begins crying.

“Why those tears, baby? You weren’t the one crying when I was laid out bleeding on the floor!” She yells, swiping the knife across one of his legs. He howls, still unable to do anything more with the drugs still in his system. “No, you were the one laughing as you delivered each painful blow, whileIwas the one crying!“ She yells again, slashing him in the other leg.

“What else did he do, Mama?” I walk up behind her and place my hands on her hip, letting her know I’m there for her.

“He would rape me, when I told him no.” Slice. “He would slap me if he didn’t like the food I cooked.” Slice. “He would push me down the stairs when I got pregnant.” She says in a far away voice as she jabs the knife in his stomach and by that time, I’ve heard enough.

I turn away from them, and walk to my backpack. Picking it up, I open up another compartment and pull out my gun. Throwing the backpack down, I turn and head back to them with one thing on my mind.

“You hated me, yet wouldn’t let me go… Why?”

I don’t let him have a chance to register what’s about to happen as I pick the gun up, aim it at his head, and pull the fucking trigger.

“Nobody hurts Mama and gets away with it.” I drop the gun and pull her into me as she sheds tears for all that she has gone through and won’t ever go through again.

“Thank you so much, I don’t know how I can ever repay you.” She says, looking up at me, letting the tears stream down her face.

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