Page 67 of The Diávolos: Part One
The lewd sound of his hand sliding through my wetness fills the room, and I’m almost embarrassed by how turned on I am. My body starts to quiver, and my breathing turns harsher. “Fuck me, please,” I rasp.
The filthiness of my words surprises me, but I’m craving him inside of me. I want to experience the wrath of Evan’s desire. He tenses for a moment, but doesn’t stop beating my pussy with fervor. I can see the indecision in his eyes, but he doesn’t entertain my request.
“We fuck when I say we fuck,” he growls.
I let out a loud cry, wanting to be upset at his rejection but unable to focus on much else than his hand. “Listen to you whine like a pathetic, little slut. You’re needy for my cock, aren’t you, Angelica?” he asks me.
The growl in his voice sends a pang of arousal so deep into my stomach that I’m this close to begging him again, needing Evan even more now that he’s purposely withholding sex from me. He hooks his fingers inside me.
“Show me how desperate you are to come. I want you to squirt all over my hands. I want your juices to drip all the way up my arms and down your legs. I’m walking out into that crowd with your scent on my skin. I want you to think of me every time you take a step and feel how sore your pussy is. Understood?”
Lord have mercy on my soul.
“I’ve never squirted before.”
“I’ll make you,” he replies confidently. “Lay back and relax,” he commands.
He doesn’t stop playing with my g-spot as I lay my head down on the table. He spreads my legs wider with his free hand and grunts at the vision in front of him.
“So fucking beautiful and all mine,” he grumbles as he bends down between my legs, and then dives for my clit and sucks on it with vigor, causing my back to arch off the table and a loud moan to slip out of my mouth.Holy shit.
If I thought Evan’s fingers were skilled, his mouth is heaven on earth. The feeling of his tongue on me is a perfect storm, like a hurricane I want to be caught in forever.
He pushes me back down on the table, his palm on my lower belly, applying the perfect amount of pressure while his fingers tap my walls, and his tongue licks my center.
I see stars.
“You want my thick cock inside you, don’t you, angel?” he taunts, and I moan through the laps around my clit and the consistent pounding of his hand in and out of my entrance. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I want to scream. “Tell me you fucking love it, Angelica. You like it when I suck on your clit. You’re wilting like a dying flower, all because of me.”
I can’t manage to utter a single word as I meet his thrusts with my hips.
“That’s it, baby. Let it go,” he says against my clit, the heat of his words making the ripples of pleasure more intense. He strokes and caresses my g-spot relentlessly, while dirty talking and instructing me the whole way, the filthiness of his mouth driving me crazy.
“You taste so fucking sweet,glykiá mou.”
“Grip my fingers with those tight walls.”
“Your pussy is dripping for me, Angelica.”
I completely forget we’re in my best friend’s house, at her engagement party, surrounded by hundreds of guests and staff right outside the door.
“Focus on my tongue licking you clean, like the dirty, little slut that you are.”
The last words he says shoot a million firecrackers up my body, coupled with the pressure on just the right spot inside me, and my body jerks while his hand on my stomach holds me down. I feel like I’m going to explode, like a missile about to hit its target.
“Evan,” I cry out, the sound strangled, and Evan keeps going, his tongue and fingers working me until I can’t take the pressure anymore. I come violently, gushing everywhere, and it feels as if I’m a celestial body floating in space. My body releases all its tension, and I flatten on the table, heaving from the high of my orgasm. Evan slowly removes his fingers and plants kisses on the inside of my thighs.
He did it. Evan made me squirt.
He meets me at my mouth and kisses me. I feel like I’m going to sink into the deepest waters and never return for air. “Good fucking girl,” he growls. The sleeves of his shirt are soaking wet, and his face looks indecent, the evidence of my orgasm all over his mouth and jaw. He’s never looked so hot.
I want to touch him and make him feel good, too. I reach for his waist, eyeing the obvious bulge in his pants, but he grabs my hands, stopping me. “Go join the party before they notice you’re missing.”
I’ve never been with a man so focused on my pleasure that he would deny himself his. He helps me off the table, smooths my dress down, and fixes my hair. The act is simple, yet so intimate.
Every doubt, every question, every concern dissipates from my memory as I stare into the eyes of the man who has changed me forever. My stalker. My secret admirer. Guardian angel and devil.
I nod and start walking toward the door of the conservatory. Just as I’m reaching for the doorknob, Evan speaks.
