Page 19 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

It’s magnificent, the way she’s taking all of me inside her mouth. I wasn’t gifted with a big dick, but I sure know how to dick my women down like I’m working with ten inches. Kitty taught me well, and I get zero complaints.

When I saw her walking through the crowd, I knew I wanted her for myself tonight.

She had one of the sluttiest dresses out of all the women here. Black, leather straps hugged her skin just right. Draped across her shoulders, tits, pussy, and ass, it didn’t leave much to the imagination.

I saw the way men looked at her as she graced their presence with her beauty.

Her long, black hair was pulled up high in a ponytail, it swung back and forth, kissing her shoulders and neck each time she turned. I wanted to be the one kissing her there instead.

She had on a black, leather mask that revealed gray, smoky eyes that called to me, beckoning me to get lost in her sea of fog. Since the dress barely covers her fucking ass, I got a good look at her thick and toned brown legs, right before my eyes settled on that round ass of hers.

As I listened to Karter thank everyone for partying with us tonight, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the black beauty in that barely-there dress.

Don’t get me wrong, it was hot as fuck to watch her move with such grace, but it pissed me the fuck off to see other men gawking at what was mine.

Mine.

Looking down at this beautiful woman, has my dick getting even harder. I cuffed her hands behind her back for a few reasons. One, I don’t like to be touched, two, she has a problem listening to what the fuck I say, and three, it is hot as fuck to have her completely under my control. Submitting to my will and every demand.

She tries talking around my dick but can’t get the words out as her eyes begin to roll. Seeing her like that has me wanting to explode deep down her throat. Not yet, I will myself. Not before I have some fun with her.

Just seeing that foul mouth of hers, wrapped around my dick brings a smile to my face, because she wasn’t so willing in the beginning. I had to make her work for it, teaching her a lesson she won’t be forgetting anytime soon.

I slowly slide my dick out of her mouth.

“You’ve been such a good, dirty, little girl, and I think you deserve a reward.” I say, reaching down to uncuff her hands, she’ll need them for what I have in mind next.

Backing away from her I curl my finger in her direction beckoning her to me. She starts to rise, but I shake my finger at her, and say, “Uh, uh, uh, crawl.”

Lust and desire wraps itself around her, and she doesn’t even protest as she starts to crawl to me, but I begin backing up. My legs touch the edge of the bed, and I slowly sit down, waiting for her.

When she finally makes it to me, she looks up as I look down. Stretching my hand out, and wrapping it around the back of her head, I pull her to me as our lips collide in a raw, dirty, yet passionate kiss that leaves us both gasping for air.

“You better watch it, dirty girl, or tonight won’t be enough for me.” I bite down on her lip, drawing a yelp from her. “You may stand up now and strip.” I had a preview of what’s under those clothes, but that’s not the only reason I chose her.

Not only was her body calling me like the call of a Siren, but so was that beautiful brown skin of hers. I love all women, but there’s just something about black women that makes my knees go weak… Among other things.

When I called her to me, and she defied my advances, I knew I would have my work cut out for me. The way I left her hot and horny for me, watching me fuck the slut from earlier, has her trying to prove a point. Well, so am I.

Coming is a privilege, and I’ll be the one to decide whether she can or not. I’ve never been one to deny a woman the right to come, but if you don’t do what I want, then you don’t deserve to come.

I told her not to talk until I gave her permission. Surprisingly… She listened, because the fire in those piercing, gray eyes lets me know she’s full of… Sass.

“Turn around.” My voice is thick and husky as lust clouds my mind. She twirls for me in that skimpy outfit, and the anger I felt before, rises to the surface.

“You should not have worn something so revealing to my party.” I snarl, smacking her ass, hard. She whimpers, but that’s quickly replaced with a moan.

She starts peeling her clothes away as her movements match the music. “Slow Wind” by R. Kelly graces our ears as I stare at her… Completely in a fucking trance.

This is one spell I’d stay under forever. She’s not even aware of how fucking gorgeous she looks as she pulls each bra strap down her shoulders.

Reaching behind her back and unclasping it, causes her tits to spill over the edge, and I swear on everything that’s holy, they have me mesmerized.

When the bra drops to the floor, she looks at me, and we hold each other’s attention until she starts taking her thong off.

“Slower.” I demand. She looks with lust-filled eyes, and I see the fiery look in them that matches her own while she goes at an alarmingly slow rate. “That’s my dirty, little girl.” I praise her for listening.

She slides her red thong down her delicate, brown legs and steps out of it. Standing tall, she looks over at me, waiting for me to instruct her on what to do next. I love a submissive woman, and she is slowly starting to understand that.

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