Page 17 of Devour
Her eyes never leave mine as I unbutton my suit jacket and toss it over the chair. I loosen my tie, draping it on top, then slowly unbutton my shirt—never breaking eye contact. Her eyes widen when she sees the tattoos on my chest. Curiosity flickers across her face.
“Talk.”
“The tattoos… what do they mean?”
“This.” Pointing to the skull inked over my ribs, “is for death—what we bring to those who cross us. The rose is for loyalty. And the dagger? That’s for survival. Every one of my men wears these. It marks them as part of the family.”
“Oh…” she hesitates. “What are you to them?”
“Their boss.”
I lean in, voice lowering. “Now quit talking. The only sound I want from those lips is a moan while I feast on your pussy.”
I drop to my knees between her legs, dragging my gaze down to her bare center. Shaved. Soft. Waiting. I didn’t get the chance to enjoy her properly last time. I plan to change that now.
“Goddamn,” I whisper, slipping a finger inside her. She’s already wet—dripping, and I haven’t even touched her properly.
I bring my finger to my mouth, suck it slowly up to the knuckle, then slide it back in. Testing her, teasing her.
My eyes locked on her face. Her head is tilted to the left; her breathing is steady—too steady.
She has the back of her small fist pressed to her lips like it might stop her moan, she thinks she can pretend, but her body craves what I give.
I reach up with my free hand and play with her breast fondling, I pinch her nipple, and she lets out a sharp cry before she quickly muffles it. I look back down at her pussy, it’s getting wetter. I added another one.
She still doesn’t move. She doesn’t get to pretend I’m not here. She needs to know who her body betrays her for. I start to get more and more aggressive.
Her head moves to the other side, and a whimper escapes her lips. She arches her back, and I watch the way her nipplesharden as her pussy tightens around my fingers. I start to finger fuck her roughly while my thumb plays with her clit.
Her body rocks back and forth making her breast jiggle. She let out a cry when her pussy clamps down and she comes all over my finger.
I dip my wet fingers into my mouth—her taste hits me like honey. Sweet. Addictive. Divine. I want more.
Gripping her thighs, I shove my face between them and drag my tongue slowly through her folds. I groan into her, tongue working deep as she squirms beneath me.
But I shut that down quickly, pressing my hands firmly to her hips, pinning her in place. Then I swirl my tongue around her throbbing clit.
Her entire body jolts like I’ve just shocked her system. I do it again, muscles flexing as I hold her still, my tongue circling and teasing that swollen nub while her moans fill the room.
I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking, nibbling, licking her arousal slick on my mouth, running down my chin. Fuck. Me. Pussy tastes this good?
She tastes like sin wrapped in sweetness. Like my new favorite fucking obsession. Needing a quick reset, I lift my head, grab my glass, and take a big gulp.
The burn of whiskey hits my chest, and I dive back between her thighs. My lips wrap around her clit again—this time, I suck hard.
She moans loudly, trying to hold it in, but she can’t. I don’t stop. I keep sucking, keep circling my tongue around that sensitive nub until—She goes wild.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ariel
My pussy clenches as waves of pleasure crash through me, and I scream, “Oh Jesus.” He lifts his head from between my thighs, his gaze fierce, his mouth glistening with my juices. One brow arch—he better stay where he is, or I’ll have him nailed to the fucking cross again.
His tongue makes a slow, deliberate swipe across his bottom lip. I don’t think I can take another round of the brutal pleasure he wrings from my body.
Thankfully, he reaches for the glass of whiskey again, takes a slow gulp, and moves over me. He forces my mouth open and pours the whiskey now mixed with my cum down my throat.
Then he drags his mouth over mine, kissing me roughly. I have no choice but to swallow. I’ve never tasted myself before, especially not mixed with alcohol.
