Page 48 of Destined for the Devil
My mind went all fuzzy. He fucked me harder with every passing second, and all my blood rushed into my head, turning off all logical thought. I didn’t want any logical thoughts; I just wanted this feeling of submission.
God, yes, just like this, bent over the couch and belonging to him, my cheek was squished against the cushion while my boyfriend fucked me. I tried to say something, but it all came out incoherent as his big, beautiful cock stretched me to the limit and his harsh and rough movements sent waves of euphoria through me.
The entire apartment filled up with the sounds of his groans and my muffled moaning. In a second, he pulled out of me, and instead, his hot tongue trailed a long lick on my pussy.
The change in pace and sensation rendered all my limbs weak. I stayed slumped over the couch, moaning his name and praying to God with every flick of his tongue on my clit.
His fingers inside, going in and out at a fast pace, and his lips and tongue on me, Roman knew what he was doing, and every time he ate me out, he made me doubt my own morals.
"Just like that, Daddy," I whimpered, wanting this to never end, but he suddenly paused, and the sensation ebbed away.
"Such a greedy girl,” he taunted, swirling his fingers right at my entrance. "You like having your pussy licked, baby? You like when Daddy makes you come?"
He spoke loud enough for me to hear, but right then, the loud sound of a slap reverberated through the air, and pain ricocheted through me. He fucking spanked me right on my pussy!
"Daddy!" I accused him, no longer able to think clearly, both fromwhat he was doing to me and from being bent over for so long.
But he responded with another slap, sending a wave of pleasure through me I didn’t know existed. It was like being plunged into a warm bath, every millimeter of my body on edge and responding to the oxytocin running through me. He did it again, waited a few seconds, and then again, my moans only getting louder with each slap.
As soon as the assault started, it stopped, and his mouth was again on my clit, now working away to bring me to an orgasm. The sensation was so powerful, my legs shook and my chest was on fire as I yelled out his name, as if I was desperate, as if I was about to fall to my death.
“You’re so beautiful when you come for me, baby.”
Not letting me fully recover, his dick found its way to my entrance again, and he thrust in—fast, rough, relentless. I was overstimulated, struggling to accommodate him, and this time he slowed down, giving me a chance to adjust.
Seconds spent in bliss, he worshipped my body with his hands and finally slipped his fingers into my hair, pulling it back gently.
Just like that, with me immobile and completely belonging to him, Roman slid in and out of my pussy slowly, his breathing intensifying and my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
"Just like that, Daddy...don't stop, fuck, don't stop." My tongue could barely move to get the words out, but Roman obeyed and kept his leisurely pace, his knuckles gripping my hair with increased force.
"Such an obedient fucking slut, aren't you?" Oh God, he pulled me up by my hair, and his hand roughly landed on my breast, his words and actions sending me over the edge as I confirmed his words.
“Yes! Fuck yes!”
In a few more thrusts, he pressed me into him and spilled inside me, his loud groan of pleasure music to my ears.
Everything with him was top tier.
We stayed just like that, squished against each other and catching our breaths. Slowly, he slid out, his cum promptly oozing out of me and beginning its slow descent down my inner thighs.
"I love you so fucking much, Isla.” He breathed me in with his eyes closed, sounding a little too desperate for a man who just fucked my brains out while bending me over his couch. "I'm so glad I burned that fucking house down."
I turned in his arms, giggling at the way he looked like a little puppy. Submissive tome.Not even a hint of his bedroom persona when he looked like that into my eyes.
Gently at first, I kissed him slowly, lifting onto my tippytoes. Within a second it turned passionate and needy, as if our act didn't satisfy us both.
"I'm glad you burned that house down too." I confessed with my eyes closed, feeling safer that way. "I haven't been happy in a long time, Roman, but with you...I’ve remembered what it feels like to be alive."
I wasn’t afraid to share exactly what was on my mind and soul, drowning in his possessive hug. Being with him was calming, healing, and joyful. As if the catastrophic events of the past years left my body and soul every time his hands landed on me.
We untangled, and after he cleaned me up, I pulled my shorts back on, opting to sit at the dinner table without a t-shirt, only in my tiny pink bra he bought me. It was a curious thing—I’d never liked pink lingerie, but now it began to grow on me, only because he bought me the cute little number.
Roman cooked the dumplings and first served me and then himself, pulling out a bottle of vodka from the freezer and pouring us both shots.
“Okay, so.” He spoke seriously as he pointed to the sour cream. “A little bit of sour cream on your spoon with the dumpling.” He threw his head back as if to show me how to eat it. “And then the whole thing in your mouth.”
Fighting a huge smile, I nodded, and we cheered with the shots. Reluctantly, I shot back half the alcohol and squeezed my eyes shut and screwed up my face at the taste.
