Page 31 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“Stop.” He tells her, looking down into her tear-streaked eyes. “You did well. Now, bring that chair over here and lean over it with your legs spread wide from me.” She gets up, walks over to the chair, and starts dragging it to the center of the room. When she goes to lean over it, he stops her. “No, this way, I want her to watch as I beat that pussy up.” She has the friggin’ nerve to giggle. I’ll giggle you, you raggedy bitch.

FML! I don’t want to watch, yet something won’t allow me to look away. While she gets into position, leaning over the chair, I see him go back to that same drawer. I’m gonna have to see what he has stored in that drawer of tricks. Drawer of tricks, the thought has me chuckling to myself.

He pulls out a condom and walks back towards me, looking like a fucking masterpiece.

Once he reaches me, he leans down, and says, “The only reason I didn’t come down her throat is because I’m saving it for you.” And then he turns around and walks back to her.

Slipping the condom on with ease, he lines his dick up at her center. No smacking, no grabbing, no spreading of the cheeks, just BAM. Then, with his eyes back on mine, he pushes his way inside. She yelps but quickly silences any other sounds as her body begins to rock from him pumping into her.

Back and forth, in and out, round and round, I’m forced to watch as he savagely takes her from behind. Her moans are becoming too loud to be silenced as he reaches under one of her legs and picks it up while picking up his speed.

Not once, did he glance down at her or praise her for fucking him so good. No, those damn Hersey’s Kisses have been drilling a hole into my soul as he drills into her pussy.

“Baby, I’m coming.” She gasps as she lets go. I watch in horror as her orgasm races through her body wanting nothing more than to switch places with her.

He quickly pulls out of her and takes the condom off, discarding it in a nearby trash can.

“Get out.” He barks, holding my gaze, watching as my chest moves up and down with every strained breath I take.

“But you didn’t come. I can go again, baby.” She says, walking up to him, letting her hand travel the length of his chest, fumbling around until she gets to his dick.

“If you don’t want to be tossed out of this party, flat on your ass in front of everyone. Get. The. Fuck. Out!” He shouts at her, and that has her scrambling back. Picking her clothes up faster than she took them off.

“Fuck you, asshole.” She grunts, opening the door and running out, naked for everyone to see.

He huffs, “Never again in this lifetime.” He walks to the door and locks it. “You see, I couldn’t come for her. Not because she wasn’t beautiful, not because it wasn’t good, and certainly not because I’m incapable.” He begins. “No, it’s because of you, my dirty, little girl. I want to fuck and come foryouand only you, tonight.” He says, taking slow steps towards me, lying there, a hot and bothered mess.

“Thank fuck that gag is in your mouth, I don’t want to hear anything you have to say unless it involves you telling me you want me as much as I want you.” I nod my head, yes, causing his eyes to light up but only for a split second. “If I take this gag off and uncuff you from the bed, will you do what I want?” I nod my head, yes, again. “Good to know, but first, I need to know something else.” He says, sitting down on the bed beside me.

He swipes two fingers across my pussy. I suck on the gag as he makes contact.

“Just like I thought. You’re soaking wet, you dirty girl.” He chuckles, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. “My, my, my, you taste Heavenly.”

He stands up and produces the key once again. Unlocking first my right wrist, then the cuff on my left, he reaches down and unlocks the ankle device. Coming back up to my face, he unfastens the gag, grabs my face, and slams his lips down on mine as I taste myself.

“Do you taste how sweet you are?”

“Yes.”“Do you want more?”

“If you want me to have more.” I whisper.

“Yes, I want you to have more. So much more.” He vows, getting up from the bed and sticking his hand out to me. I slide mine into his as he pulls me to my feet. “On your knees, dirty girl.” He whispers in my ear as a smile forms on my lips. I slowly slide down to my knees for him as he circles me once again.

“Hands front and center.” He instructs, and I place them in front of me, poking my chest out as I do. “Careful, you don’t want to set this beast free.” He chuckles, fastening the cuffs together once more. “You look so fucking beautiful on your knees for me.” He purrs. “Now, open that dirty mouth of yours.” At first, I didn't want to because the bimbo’s spit is probably still there, so before I do, I ask something of him.

“I don’t want to taste that tramp’s saliva on your dick, so come closer so I can spit on you, coating your dick with my saliva before I get started.” Hearing my words, there is a certain heat that fills in those brown eyes of his. It’s primal and lust filled as he considers my request. Rather than answer me, he steps closer as I lean in and spit on his dick. His eyes close the minute I lick the tip.

“I thought you didn't want to taste her on me.” He eyes me.

“I didn’t, but I also didn’t want to waste any of your cum that was leaking from the tip.” I say with a wink.

“Impressive.” I watch as a devilish smile creases his lips. “Are you ready?” He asks, and I don’t think I’ll ever be ready. But when he looks at me like that… With so much heat behind that stare, the only thing I can do is let him in. “Brace yourself.” Is all he says before he slides in.

Naturally I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to see if I did something wrong because let’s face it, I’ve never done this before in my life.

“Fuuuck! Your mouth feels so good.” He whispers. “Just like that. Now, hollow those cheeks out for me, baby.” He coaxes me, but I’m not even sure what that means.

It has me thinking back to what the bimbo did earlier. I manage to open my mouth a little wider as he slides in deeper. I relax my jaw and focus on letting him take the lead.

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