Page 72 of Deal with the Devil
He pauses long enough to drink me in for a brief second. His dark eyes slide over me, his breathing already ragged like he’s run a mile.
We come back together in another kiss. He pushes me down onto the bed without breaking contact, fingers unbuttoning his shirt. I help him with his pants, trading hot kisses and moans.
Il Diavolo wastes no time worshiping my body with his mouth and hands, finding every sensitive spot, every place that makes me gasp and arch beneath him.
I can only close my eyes and run my hands over his rippling muscles. He’s positioned me just how he wants, covering my body with his as he grinds his hips against mine and teases kisses everywhere.
My nipples go stiff at his touch. They ache as he sucks and teases them. Then rolls them between his fingers, making me beg for more.
“Diavolo,” I breathe. “Please don’t stop. Give me… mmm!”
“Yes?” he prompts, grinding his hips. His hard dick rubs against my throbbing pussy and creates the most torturous friction. “Tell me, dolcezza. Give you more of what?”
His fingers find my clit and he suckles at my breast. I arch against him, crying out how good it feels.
“More…” I whine. “More of you!”
Diavolo growls, gripping and stroking himself. He runs his dick along the seam of my pussy, the skin on skin contact like instant paradise.
“You want my big dick inside you. You want me to stretch you and make you come all over my dick,” he says, kissing the side of my throat. “Be careful what you ask for.”
When he enters me, another strangled scream tumbles out of me. The stretch is delicious, waves of pleasure washing over me at how good it feels to be joined again.
He's big and thick, filling me completely, stimulating the deepest parts of my pussy.
His thrusts start with a sense of deliberate control—long, deep strokes that have me gasping under him. My legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back as he sets a rhythm designed to drive me insane.
Each stroke sends hot pleasure radiating through me, building with every smooth thrust of his hips. My vision blurs as his cock sinks deep and it feels like I’m being split in the best way possible.
I grip his shoulders and rock my body with his, nails leaving crescent marks in his skin.
But I'm watching him too, studying the tense expressions that cross his face when he thinks I'm too lost to notice. The way his jaw clenches when I gasp his name. The flex of his muscles when he picks up the pace and pounds away like the animal he’s become.
His hoarse voice as he groans his pleasure and his dick throbs inside me.
His thrusts lose control, becoming more erratic and desperate.
“Fuck, dolcezza,” he pants, his voice strained. “You don’t know how bad I’ve got it. How fucking much I’ve wanted this.”
I answer him with my body, clamping down tighter on his dick and pulling him into a deep kiss.
Any last composure snaps. Our bodies tangled and mouths fused together, the passion between us explodes.
Each thrust comes deeper and harder than the last. He grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head with one large hand while the other grips my hip, holding me exactly where he wants me as he takes me with raw, unleashed passion.
“Do you know what you’ve done?” he growls against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “You’ve made the devil know what heaven feels like.”
He drives into me relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping against skin competes with our loud cries and ragged breathing.
Il Diavolo’s so deep from this angle, hitting places inside me that make me see stars.
“Answer me,” he demands. He’s fucking me so good, I’m arching off the bed and screaming in pleasure. “Do you know how much I’ve fucking wanted you? I want you likehewants you—I’ve made you mine now and there’s no going back.”
“Yes!” I gasp out. “Yes… Diavolo… make me come!”
I’m flipped onto my stomach and then speared into from behind. He’s even deeper now, his cock sliding to the back of my pussy.
He sets a punishing pace as I fist the sheets and surrender to the pleasure.
