Page 106 of Destined for the Devil
Romanfuckedmy mouth without mercy. "I won't stop until I see tears in your eyes, baby.” He threatened lightly, his voice filled with pleasure.My pussy throbbed painfully, soaked,cravinghis touch. “Cry. Cry for Daddy, Angel. Let me see those pretty tears."
Oh God, when he spoke to me like that with his dick lodged in my throat, all my strength and independence flew out the window. Any hint of feminism died inside me when he made me submit. I just wanted to serve, to please him.
Sure enough, as he drove deeper, relentless and unforgiving, hot tears rolled down my cheeks, giving him what he wanted. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you cry for me, Angel,” he rasped, breathless but never easing up his thrusts. “God, I could use you like this all night. Fuck all the tears out of you.”
Finally, he pulled out, leaving me spent and gasping, spit dripping down my chin and running down my neck. Without missing a beat though, he pushed me back onto the bed just as I struggled to fill my lungs with air.
Wrists at my ankles, my legs were spread, and he took the opportunity to push my knees further apart, ravishing me with that intense stare. “Mm,fuck, you’re soaked.” His fingers slid my thong to the side, and his tongue landed on my clit in one sloppy, hungry lick.
My back arched and my mind tumbled into the darkness when he worked two fingers inside me, so painfully slowly, I was about to start begging.
He was fucking phenomenal at this—eating me out exactly how I liked. His soft tongue on my clit, he lapped without pause, now forcing his fingers in and out with rougher movements.
I couldn’t move. I just lay there spread open, wrists bound, submitted, small, and fully vulnerable.
Roman growled against my pussy, his fingers coaxing the devil out of me. “Come. Come all over my tongue like the needy whore you are. Make a fucking mess for me.”
I sobbed, trembling, my hips jerking against his mouth. “Daddy, Daddy fuck! Don’t stop! I’m gonna come, Da…”
Roman didn’t stop; he kept the pace the same, just how I wanted, and he brought me to bliss with deadly precision, drinking every last drop of pleasure from me. “Tell me.” He slapped my clit with his palm, making me see stars. “Tell me who you fucking belong to.”
His fingers shoved inside me with dangerous speed, and I fucking came undone, screaming my promise. “Yours! Fuck, Roman, I’m yours!”
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Fuck,Islawasavision, a mirage, an ethereal beauty. Tied and writhing beneath me, my eyes traced every inch of her perfect body. Those swollen nipples, flushed skin, soaked pussy, and that perfect lingerie she’d picked just for me.
My fingers inside her pussy, I pinched one nipple hard, earning a gasp, while my tongue swirled the other, sucking greedily. Her back arched into me, desperately trying to grind on the bed. But then she called me by my name, and at that…I had to pause, to my own disappointment.
"Fuck! Daddy! I'm sorry!" she blurted, squeezing her eyes tight. We established a rule—no names during play. The moment she slipped, she knew what was coming. "No, no, Daddy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She tried to backpedal, her voice trembling. But I’d already flipped her over, ready to deliver ten deserved hits on her fucking perfect asscheeks.
The first slap landed hard.
"One!" She counted, obedient and breathless, sweat gleaming on her skin.
Her body was a divine work of art in the soft bedroom light. Her flawless curves glowed, the restraints complementing her body.
"Nine—fuck…Daddy, I’m gonna come!” she cried, shaking under my touch. I gave her the last one, and like magic, she unraveled beneath me, shaking, sobbing, and coming hard.
Watching her come for me always evoked a dark pride inside me—adesire to keep giving her more, to take her higher every time.
I let her catch her breath, my hands roaming over her restrained form. Those soft, perfect tits, that toned stomach, those lips that would take anything I gave. But she also had a pure soul—a stark contrast to her sinful bedroom preferences.
She waseverything.
Unclipping her wrists from her ankles, I let her stretch, and she relaxed with a soft sigh, lifting her ass and giving it a jiggle.
I smiled at how she played.
I couldn’t wait another second. I climbed on top of her, pressing her down as my cock slid into her soaked pussy, so easily, so fucking perfectly. Her pussy was made for me. Pinned underneath me, gasping with every thrust, she moaned louder the harder I went.
I leaned in, lips brushing her neck, our fingers tangled, and whispered in her ear. "You like being fucked like this, huh? You take a hard fuck so good, baby. Such a good girl. You give me everything I want."
Her moans turned desperate. I could feel it; she was going to come for me again. My hand found her throat, tugging on the collar that looked so good around her neck, but I pulled out because…I wanted more.
