Page 55 of The Reaper
He rubbed his thumb over her lips then forced her mouth open and pushed his fingers inside, pressing them to the back of her throat. Playing her part beautifully, she opened her mouth and sucked greedily.
“Good girl,” he told her, then removed his fingers, lifting his dick for her to take. Eagerly, she sat up, licking the head of his dick, swirling her tongue around the tip, but he wanted more. So he grabbed the back of her head and guided himself into her mouth, angling her so that she could take him all the way down her throat before he pulled out again and thrust back in.
His hand gripped her hair, his ass clenching as he thrust into her mouth. She was moaning and taking it as she stroked his legs, his ass, then reached underneath to cup his balls. I squeezed my legs together again, feeling the pressure building inside me.
“They like to use toys and… other stuff. That’ll come later,” Devon whispered, then kissed behind my ear, his nose grazing my skin as his hand slipped from around my waist to tease the hem of my skirt. I liked the feel of his fingers on me, but I wanted more. I needed more.
I let him stroke my thighs with his fingertips, then I reached down, threading my fingers through his as I watched the guy groan and pull his dick out of the woman’s mouth. The guy said something, but I couldn’t make out what it was. My ears started to ring, my senses were being drowned by the presence of Devon all around me, invading my mind, making my body yearn for more.
The guy moved to stand behind the girl and forced her back onto all fours, making sure her ass was at the right angle so the people in this room could watch. Then he took his dick and slid it up and down her pussy, slowly sliding inside her, grabbing her hips as he pulled out then slid back in again. The movement, the sounds, the heat that’d built up inside my own body as a result of watching, it all became too much, and when she turned to the window with a look of sheer ecstasy on her face, I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I turned my head to the side, moving my hand up to touch Devon’s face, then, I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him to me, and I kissed him, releasing all the passion I’d been holding inside. My lips were hungry as they devoured his, my tongue desperate to taste him. I couldn’t get enough, and I turned my body to get closer––press myself against him and melt into him. His hands threaded into my hair, gripping, pulling, angling me so that he could deepen the kiss. Then I felt him grow needier too, and his hands moved to my waist and then down to grab my ass.
I was feverishly grinding into him as he lifted me up. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he turned, placing me onto the table next to us. Then he pulled away, breaking our kiss but gasping as he stared with desperation into my eyes.
“Everybody out,” he shouted, and there was a low murmur around the room, but nobody moved. “I said, GET OUT!” he bellowed, his chest panting as he kept his eyes on me, shameless, wicked intent glaring back at me. Promises that I was all too willing to cash in on, because he wanted me, and I wanted him so badly.
There was a ripple of discontent amongst the group, but they didn’t argue. Every last one of them stood up and walked out. Devon’s reputation preceded him, and in this instance, I was grateful for it.
Once the last person had left and the door had closed, Devon stalked over to lock it. Then, like a predator moving towards his prey, he came back to me. The couple in the next room were still fucking, but I didn’t care; all I could focus on was him.
“I need to taste you,” he said, his voice gruff and demanding. “Tell me now if you don’t want that.”
I nodded, but he shook his head.
“I need words, Leah. Tell me.”
“I want that,” I answered, my voice shaky from nerves that were laced with desire.
He came to stand in-between my legs as I sat on the table. Our eyes fixed on each other as we breathed shallow, lustful breaths. Tenderly, he grazed his hands slowly up my legs, along my thighs until they reached the hem of my dress, and then, a little more forcefully, he pushed the material up, over my thighs. I held onto his shoulders so that I could lift myself and let him pull my dress right up to my waist. Exposed to him, wearing only my black lacy knickers, I shuddered, savouring every second. His fingers skated over my stomach, then slowly he ran his finger along the seam of my knickers, touching but not enough. Never enough.
“Don’t play with me,” I moaned, and he smiled.
“But playing is the best part.” He leaned by my ear, and when he spoke, I closed my eyes and gave a low moan. “I can’t wait to play with you, Leah.” I held the back of his head, my nails scraping him as he hissed, “Keep moaning like that and I won’t be able to control myself.”
“I don’t want you to. I want you to lose control.”
He moved to press his forehead against mine, his eyes penetrating my very soul as he said, “Be careful what you wish for.”
Then he pulled back slightly, and I felt his fingers sliding down to my knickers, easing them down. I placed my hands either side of me and held onto the table as I lifted myself up, then I watched as he pulled them right off, holding them in his hand and running his fingers over the lace before stuffing them into the pocket of his trousers with a wicked glint in his eyes.
I was naked from the waist down, exposed to him in the most delicious way, but for him, it wasn’t enough.
“Lift your legs. Put your feet on the table,” he commanded, and I did.
My shoes got in the way, and seeing that, he took them off, placing them carefully on the floor. Then, standing in front of me, he moved my legs the way he wanted, my knees falling open, my pussy glistening and on show for him. I could barely breathe, I felt vulnerable sitting on the tabletop ready for him; vulnerable but powerful.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered, staring between my legs and licking his lips, his eyes burning like a starving man ready to feast.
He reached forward, and with his finger he touched me, feeling my wetness and running his fingers along my pussy, circling my clit, and then he pulled away. I sighed, missing the feel of his touch, but when he put his finger in his mouth to taste me, I felt like I was going to explode.
“I need you, Devon,” I cried, wanting more.
“You’ve got me,” he replied, and he knelt in front of me.
He started with gentle kisses along the inside of my thighs, and I squirmed, needing more, so much more. His hands held onto my legs as his mouth travelled higher, teasing me with the desperation I felt for him to reach his final destination. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he reached the apex of my thighs and he licked slowly, tantalisingly along the inside of my leg, stopping just short of my pussy, his breath teasing my clit.
“Oh, please…” I gasped, and then he put me out of my misery.
