Page 12 of Fair Trade
It takes me a moment to realize what’s happening. Only when he rips the second lace string of my thong do I recognize the fact that he tore my underwear clean off me.
He shrugs unapologetically. “You said ‘off.’”
My head plunks back on the bed as he continues to shift below me. I can’t believe this man. And he hasn’t even tou—
“Ohmygod, w-what—”
He lifts his tongue off my clit as his eyes connect with mine. “See? At a time like this, when I have my face buried in your pussy, don’t you think it would be a good idea to know my name? Because if you keep calling me God, you’re going to give me a complex.” His tongue swipes against my center once more.
“You’re the devil,” I breathe. The sound is followed by a humorless chuckle. “I’ll call you Lucifer. How does that sound?”
I only have a second to feel a faint breeze before he slaps my needy center.
I moan, my body bowing off the bed, as he sucks on my clit mercilessly. “Music to my ears,Angel.” He straightens. “But now I really do have to fuck you, and you need to tell me now if you want it slow—”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” I threaten.
He grins as he sheaths himself with a condom, then runs the tip of his cock up and down my wetness. He’s lining himself up, about to sink into me, when the realization hits me.
He’s about to fuck me missionary style.
Oh, fuck that.
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This pussy has magicalpowers.
There’s no other explanation for why I continue to tease us both by running the tip of my cock through her slit.
I shake my head.
Enough of this. I should be inside her already. I notch my tip at her entrance, but before I thrust in, I’m suddenly shoved.
Landing on my side, I look up to see her getting up.
“What the—”
“Sorry, Lucifer, but if you think you’re fucking me missionary, you’ve got another thing coming.”
I’m starting to think that she-devil is a more appropriate name for her as she straddles my hips with a grin stretching across her face.
Her tits sway as she lines me up with her center. My hands hold her hips in place when what she’s planning finally hits me. “Stop.” She freezes, and I see some of her confidence dissipate. I can’t have that happening. “You sure you don’t want to ease into it before you ride me?” I can’t decipher the look on her face,but thus far, she’s preferred me being dominant and direct, so I continue with that. “I have plans for the entire night that consist of you deep throating me and me fucking you from behind. Don’t want you to lose all your stamina in the first round,” I goad.
And it seems to work.
She grips my cock tightly. I almost blow my load in her hand, but I can’t give her the satisfaction after what I said.
She lines herself up again and slowly, painfully so, sinks onto me. We moan in unison at the relief of finally being connected. I keep my hands on her waist to support her slow descent. She makes it halfway before she stops, focusing on her breathing.
“You got this, Angel.” I lift her up slightly and bring her back down an extra inch.
She rests her hands on my chest for leverage, and the new angle has me clenching my teeth. She starts rocking back and forth, her face etched in determination and ecstasy.
I move a hand away from her hip and let it travel down until my thumb lightly brushes her clit. She gasps and her eyes fly up to mine.
“That feel good?” I press down and start rubbing tight circles as I thrust up slightly, meeting her halfway. She mewls and claws at my chest. I want to make a kitten joke, but I’m far too gone for any humor now. “Look how well your pussy is taking me. Look how deep you’ve already gone as I play with your needy little clit.”
She clenches around my length and I internally curse in every language I know.
