Page 104 of Die for You
“Knox,” I breathe.
Above me, he chuckles. “Good girl.”
His thrusts grow faster, and he praises me with every pump of his hips.That’s my girl. You take my cock so well. I love watching those tits bounce. You’re going to make me come so hard. You’re so perfect, Rory. Our perfect, perfect girl.
“Come on my cock, beautiful.”
As if he commanded my orgasm from his lips, my heart damn near explodes in my chest as my pussy pulses. He’s so deep, the pleasure mind-blowingly intense as he keeps thrusting through my orgasm until he buries himself to the hilt and finds his own release.
“Fuck, Rory. You’re incredible.” He plants a sweet kiss on my lips, the polar opposite of how he fucked me.
My thighs tremble with aftershocks as he pulls out of me.
Two Devils left. As long as I get the next one right, I know who will follow. I’m feeling pretty good about my odds.
Knox’s cum is still dripping out of me when another cock slides inside me, no preamble, no warning.
His long, rock-hard shaft spears me in two, piercings creating an unbelievable, euphoric sensation, and I whimper as he gives me no time to acclimate before his thrusts turn punishing.
There’s only one Devil this could be.
“Damien.” My hands find his chest, soft shirt covering his skin.
“That’s. Fucking. Right,” he grunts between thrusts.
My body squeaks on the lid of the piano as he pumps inside me relentlessly, pleasure bursting through every limb.
I can’t come again. I’m way too drained. They’ll have to carry me out of the building. Hell, I might not be able to walk tomorrow.
How am I ever going to practice in this room again without being distracted by the memories of everything we did in here?
“You’re going to make me come so fucking hard.” Damien barely grinds the warning out before he slams inside me, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, and his cock throbs.
I’m still grinning as he pulls out. Somehow, every night with the Devils becomes the best night of my life. Good thing they’ve vowed not to leave my side because they’ve ruined me for all other men.
Only one Devil left. But I don’t whisper his name yet.
A finger thrusts inside me, pushing the cum in deeper. Another slips into my mouth. My chest clenches. Finn is the only Devil left, but this doesn’t feel like him.
A second finger and I groan at the stretch. Still, the harsh, staccato thrusts of his fingers don’t feel like the languid, deep pumps from Finn.
But what if I’m wrong? What if I’m wrong and ruin this whole night?
I murmur my guess around the finger in my mouth. Because I’m positive this isn’t Finn. “Knox.”
He laughs and pulls his finger from my mouth. “Good job, beautiful. Didn’t think we’d make it that easy for you, did you?”
“Bastards.” I swat at him playfully, but he’s already pulled out of me.
Will Damien be next? Maybe Knox will take another turn to throw me off again. I chew my lip.
Something warm and rigid rubs between my legs, dragging up my slit and grinding into my clit. I hiss, nails digging into the lid of the piano.
Immediately, I know who he is. But I keep my mouth shut.
Slowly, he presses his tip inside me. Inch by inch is gradual, and I bite my lip at the raw burn that grows between my legs as he stretches me. I definitely won’t be walking out of this building.
When he finally pulls back, leaving only the tip inside, and thrusts, I whisper his name. “Finn.”
