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His tongue licked from my pussy right up to my clit. He circled his tongue, flickering it over where I was so sensitive, and then his lips closed over me, sucking my clit into his mouth and making me cry out. I threw my head back, wanting to focus everything I had on the feel of him. The warmth of his mouth, the friction from his tongue, the suction, all of it was driving me crazy. He ran his tongue over my clit and then he moved back to my pussy, pushing inside of me, fucking me with his tongue. I became frantic, gripping the table as I felt the waves of pleasure build. I was so close to orgasm, and I could feel my body taking over, rubbing against him, desperate to find that release––chasing the high.
I glanced down at him through my lust-filled hazy eyes, him on his knees before me as if I were his queen and he was bowing to me, worshipping me. We were in a voyeur room, but the only thing I wanted to watch was him. I noticed his shoulders moving, the muscles flexing, and I leaned forward to get a better view of him. When I saw that he had his dick out and he was stroking himself while eating my pussy, the sensations spiralled and multiplied. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen; he was so turned on he couldn’t wait any longer, he needed the release as much as I did. Long, firm licks matched his strokes. As he ate me faster, he pumped his dick faster, harder… everything was becoming too much.
“Oh, Devon,” I cried. “I’m gonna come.”
He moaned into me and then his body jerked, and I watched as he squeezed his dick and came in white-hot spurts. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, watching him come undone like that and all because of me. His moans grew louder as he rubbed himself, riding the high. And all the while he still kissed, nibbled, sucked, and fucked me with his mouth, never stopping. He wasn’t going to stop until he’d brought me to my climax.
Seeing him lose control like that sent me over the edge, and I gripped the edges of the table as I came hard. My legs shook furiously as my pussy clenched and my clit exploded with sensations that made me imagine I was floating from my body, God himself staring right back at me as I lost myself in the heaven he’d created. Time stood still. Nothing else mattered. And when I eventually came back down to earth, I gave the biggest, most satisfied sigh.
“Oh my God. That was so fucking good.” I smiled and opened my eyes, feeling the gentle kisses Devon was giving me between my legs, and the look of pure adulation in his eyes made my heart swell.
He peered up at me, his face glistening, his skin glowing, and whispered, “So fucking good. But, baby, this is only the start.”
ChapterTwenty-Five
DEVON
Icouldn’t get enough of her. I always knew she’d taste as sweet as she looked, but I had no idea how fucking sweet. Having my head buried between her legs had driven me crazy. I couldn’t control myself. I had to get some relief too, so I’d jerked off as I tasted her, tongue fucked her, and made her come. It’d helped to ease the frustration a little, but not much. I was a man on the edge, desperate to sink inside this goddamn angel that had flown into my life.
I stood up and put my hands on her face, cupping her cheeks and staring into her eyes. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing ragged, and I could see the glow of satisfaction burning right back at me. A swell of pride burst through my body, knowing I’d done that to her. She was flushed and sated all because of me.
“I should really take you home,” I told her, knowing that was the last thing I wanted to do. “I know your dad will worry about you, but I can’t, Leah. I can’t let you go yet. I haven’t finished with you.”
Her eyes became hooded as she replied, “I don’t want you to take me home. I want more. I want you.”
She leaned forward and kissed me, tasting herself on my lips and groaning. I lifted her from the table, and then, like the gentleman I wanted her to believe I was, I pulled her skirt down to cover her up. Reaching into my pocket, she slid out her G-string and pulled it back on, blushing as she did. I wanted to call her out, let her know those belonged to me now, but her shyness in the moment did something to me. It made me feel primal. Most people had an angel and devil on their shoulders, but not me. I had a demon and a devil, and both were screaming at me to take her to my room and show her what it meant to be mine. To own her the way I wanted to.
“We need to go upstairs,” I said, my voice sounding gruff from the want and the sheer craving that I felt. I had an overwhelming need to touch her constantly, and I wrapped my arms around her. “I don’t want to share you with anyone else.”
She smiled a wicked, seductive smile that I hadn’t seen from her before, but I liked it.
“The voyeur room was… something else,” she whispered. “But I think your room is going to be my favourite.”
I took her hand and led her to the door, unlocking it. Then I pulled her towards the staircase that would take us to the third floor. Every thought was focused on what I wanted to do to her, how I would devour her, and then it struck me like a thunderbolt.
Was she a virgin?
When I’d first met her, I’d assumed she was a sheltered, inexperienced vicar’s daughter. Getting to know her, I could sense the purity within her. She had a darker, sexier side, a side she’d shown me more than once, but was that something she’d only ever explored with me? I could be a bastard sometimes, but not with her, not about this. I needed to know how to play it.
We came to the door to my room, I unlocked it, and we walked through. The tension in the air was electric, and I closed the door behind us, grabbing her for a kiss as it slammed shut. I wrapped my arms around her, and I kissed her like she was the last thing I’d ever taste, the only thing I ever wanted to taste. The way she kissed me back, with her arms around my neck and her lips as desperate as mine, made it feel like she was my life source. The one thing that ignited me into a frenzy of want and need. Her arms loosened their grip around me, and her hands travelled down my back, gripping my ass, and then she moved to stroke my dick through my trousers. I was rock hard and straining in my boxers, but I pulled back.
She frowned, and instantly I regretted what I’d done, so I took her hand and led her to sit on the bed.
“I know you might not want to tell me,” I explained, trying to be careful with the words I used. “But I have to know. Is this your first time?” The fear in her eyes affected me on a deeper level and made me want to take back what I’d asked, so I added, “I don’t want to hurt you, and I know it’s none of my business, but I feel like I should know. I want to make this good for you too. Make it special.”
I’d expected her to blush, maybe stutter through her response, or even blurt out all the facts she knew about it, like she’d studied it along with her ravens, graveyards, and popular culture from the nineties. What I didn’t expect was for her to put her head in her hands and burst into tears.
What the hell had I done?
“Leah, please don’t get upset.” I turned to face her, using my thumb to stroke her tears away, but more fell in their place. “I don’t want you to cry.”
I opened my bedside drawer and took out a box of tissues, handing them to her and sitting back to give her time to calm down.
She took a tissue out and wiped away her tears, hiccupping as she said, “It’s always been you, Devon. I always wanted it to be you.”
“That’s okay,” I told her gently, wanting her to realise that there was no shame in her waiting.
“But it wasn’t.” She sniffed, staring into her lap. “It wasn’t you. And every day since it happened, I’ve regretted it. I’ve never regretted anything in my life, but that, I do. It was… awful.”
