Page 44 of Destined for the Devil
"Open your mouth," I commanded, and without hesitation she did, taking two of my fingers in. Her hungry eyes locked on mine as she sucked greedily, drool sliding down her chin. I pulled free and dragged my wet fingers down her body, circling her clit until her eyes fluttered shut, her hips grinding into my hand.
Gently, I pushed her onto the couch, and her legs spread for me as I buried my fingers inside her. "The sweetest, tightest…fucking most delicious pussy..." I bent over her trembling body, taking in the sight.
Her mouth fell open in a silent moan, and she pinched her nipple, the other hand sliding toward her clit. Her body was pure sin. "All mine.Your pussy ismine." I reminded her, ramming my fingers inside her, her voice like an angel song to my ears.
In and out, I finger-fucked her while she played with her clit, edging her closer and closer. "Tell me. Tell me who you belong to...moya devochka." I wanted to hear her say it, plead it.
Beg it.
Isla bit her bottom lip—hard, her face painted in pleasure. But she didn’t indulge me. "Say it.” I drove my fingers in harder, curling them, feeling every bit of her shakes. “Tell me who you belong to," I demanded, my voice growing lower and darker.
"Y-yours, Daddy! I’m yo—oh my god!" Her body arched off the couch, and I felt every pulse of her pussy against my fingers.
She was a picture of perfection—flushed, shaking, goosebumps decorating her skin. Hungrily, I took in the sight of her body living through her orgasm, all of her unraveled andfucking mine.
Dreams did come true.
24
Connecting The Dots
Roman
WeleftIsla'sapartmentwith all her things, and I wasecstaticto have her in my house again. She acted like she wasn't fully on board, but it was obvious she was pretending and playing hard to get. I’d have to think of a punishment for her lies—one that would leave her fucked out and delirious on my bed.
The simple truth was that Isla and I couldn't keep our hands to ourselves. Wefucked…like the world was about to end. I was starved for her; I couldn’t get enough.
A few days after she moved in, Isla got her period, and likea couple,we talked about it. If she was up for it, so was I. Crimson stains adorned my sheets again just like the first night she was here, and I refused to do it any other way. Seeing her period blood on my bed felt like a confirmation that she was mine.
We fucked in the shower, on the couch, against the island, on the floor, pressed up against the window...anywhere and everywhere. When my hands landed on her, there was no stopping it.
Isla liked being dominated, and I loved being that for her. She played the submissive role so well but looked at me with come-fuck-me eyes every time she wanted it. She drove my imagination wild, and her juicy pussy dominatedme.
But it wasn’t only fucking; it was a new life. It was a bottomless abyss of lust and love. I adored every one of her features. I loved her voice, herhumor, her gentle touch, her intelligence. My heart was full.
A week flew by, and late one evening, both of us lounged on the couch—Isla with a textbook and me with my phone, reading over the thousand emails I’d ignored over the past seven days.
"Roman?" Her sweet voice called my name and immediately caught my attention. "What does moya devochka mean?" she asked, her head tilted with curiosity.
Mmm, my sweet Angel. "It means my girl. Because you are. You'remygirl." I couldn’t hold back my smile at her blush. The textbook fell to the side, and her hands sank into the soft material of the couch as she crawled toward me, slow and deliberate. She sat up on her knees right beside me, my hand on her thigh right away.
Isla was wearing a white silk robe that began to unravel, giving me a tease of her beautiful and toned body. I took in the sight, feeling completely free to do that now.
"I see. Your girl is on birth control now, so…will you come inside? Next time you're...fucking yourdevochka?" She blinked innocently, watching for my reaction.
"Yes." I breathed out, my mind overrun with images of what she just mentioned, sending an unknown thrill through me. "Next time I'm making love to my girlfriend...I’ll fill her up...just the way she wants."
That sultry look in her eyes was back, and she ran her delicate fingers through my hair, sending shivers all over me.
She was a fucking dream come true.
The next day I was physically at work, but my mind was only on her. I was slumped in my chair with a file in my hands, going over every minute we’d spent together over the last week.
Her sweet words. Her dirty words. Her scent. Her smile. Hercare.
But a loud bang on my door woke me from my blissful thoughts, and an angry Denis stormed in. Lately, it seemed that he had cleaned up a bit,consumed fewer drugs, and overall, became a little more responsible.
Loudly speaking in Russian, he accused me right away. "Listen, Roma, when the fuck did you decide to turn on your brother, hm? Seryoga tells me you've fucking ignored all his calls and are pushing him out!"
