Page 52 of Lethal Devotion
I press my mouth against her pussy, licking and nibbling at her drenched folds as I work my way back up to her oversensitive clit. By the time I find it, she has my cock out, one hand wrapped around it as she guides it back to her lips.
“Damian—” She gasps my name, her lips brushing my cockhead, and I let out a frustrated growl, grazing my teeth over her clit.
“In your mouth,dorogoy,” I bite out, hips thrusting up to nudgemy tip against her mouth, and I groan when I feel her lips obediently wrap around it.
I reward her instantly with my tongue against her clit. Her attempts to give me a blowjob while I’m distracting her with my tongue are inexpert at best—at this angle she can fit even less of my thick shaft in her mouth, but she works me with her hand, sucking and licking at the inches that she can fit as I lap at her clit. Every time she moans, I feel it against the sensitive skin of my shaft, heightening my pleasure, pushing me rapidly closer to the edge.
When she comes, I will too, I know it. Her mouth feels so good, sloppy as her methods are, and somehow the inexpertness of it, the way I can feel her struggling to do it well, only makes it hotter. Her hips rock against my face, the room filled with the sound of her whimpering, breathless moans and the sound of my pleasure, and I drag my tongue over her clit again, feeling my cock throb in her mouth as she tries to fit more of it down her throat.
When her hips buck against my face, my lips and chin drenched with her arousal, at the same time that I feel her suck hard at the tip of my cock, I know I won’t last much longer.
I push my tongue against her clit, fluttering it as I suck the swollen flesh into my mouth, and Sienna lets out a choked cry in the moment before I feel her thighs seize around my head, her back arching deeply as she splutters around my cock and I feel her start to come.
She cries out around my length, something unintelligible, and I feel myself pulse in her mouth, the first spurt of it shooting against the back of her throat as she rides my tongue. I feel her choke, feel the wet sensation of my cum spilling from her lips and dripping down her chin as she tries and fails to swallow it all while wracked with her own orgasm, and she cries out my name, still trying to lick and suck and swallow while she grinds against my face.
It’s messy and sloppy and the hottest fucking thing I can remember ever happening in bed with a woman. She’s drenching my face, her arousal slick and hot against my lips and tongue and chin,and she laps at my cockhead, licking up the cum still spilling from it as she moans and writhes on my face.
When I feel the last pulses of my orgasm spill from my cockhead, when her body sags forward, I roll her onto her back with a groan as I look down at her, pleasure throbbing through me with the aftershocks of my climax.
Her face is a mess, covered in my cum. I reach down, scooping it up with my fingers as I push it between her lips. “Messy girl,” I murmur, tucking myself back into my pants with my other hand before I can get hard again and cross that final line. “Clean it up,dorogoy. Lick my fingers clean.”
She licks them obediently, every time I push them between her lips, and all I can do is stare at her. She looks so fucking gorgeous, her hair a mess, her face flushed, her lips red and swollen. She looksruined, something innocent and perfect wrecked by my lips and tongue and fingers and cock, and all I want is to ruin her for good, to fuck her perfect pussy until all she knows is the shape of my cock and the feeling of how hard I make her come.
Until she’smine, and no one else’s.
Instead, I push myself off the bed, taking a step back. I look at her, naked and wrecked, and I know I need to leave now, before I fuck my wife the way I want to.
“I trust we’re not going to need to have this lesson again, Sienna,” I say flatly. Disappointment, clear and undeniable, flashes across her face—but I refuse to give in. Already, in the aftermath, I can feel the guilt creeping back in, the reminder of who this woman is.
Too young. Too dependent on me. Unable to know what she really wants.
Mine to protect, even from myself.
I take one last look at her—and then I pivot on my heel, walking out of the room.
16
SIENNA
The morning after Damian's mouth was on me, after he made me come apart with his tongue and fingers, I wake up alone. Again.
I stare at the ornate ceiling of my bedroom in the Abramov mansion, my body still humming with the memory of what he did to me. The way he looked at me afterward, like he'd committed some unforgivable sin, tells me everything I need to know about what happens next. He's going to pull away. He's going to pretend it never happened.
And I'm right.
It doesn’t matter that I got on my knees and begged him to teach me how he likes his cock sucked, that I took my punishment for disobeying him—and even liked it—or that he made me come twice while I swallowed his cum again. It doesn’t matter that I loved every second of it.
I felt something come alive in me, that first night in his room when I made him come with my hand. When he fingered me to the first orgasm I’ve ever had with another person. And I felt it again last night.
He’s guilty about the things he wants. About wantingme. But Ican feel parts of myself that I didn’t know existed waking up. Ilikethat I’m indebted to him. That he has some control over me, control that I’m realizing more and more with every day that passes, that I can trust him to not abuse. That—the fact that he has it and won’t use it—makes it hot. Makes mewantto play this game with him, to pretend like he might, if I don’t get on my knees for him again.
I want to get in trouble again. I want him to spank me. I want to feel myself get wet and ache while he reddens my ass with his hand or a belt. I never knew I could want that, that it would turn me on so much… never even imagined it. I never thought I’d want to get on my knees for a man.
But submitting to Damian feels so fucking good. It turns me on, makes me ache for him. And the way his mouth felt?—
I never knew anything could be so good.
But it doesn’t matter.
