Page 72 of The Diávolos: Part One
He starts thrusting in and out at a steady rhythm, making the most delectable noises, and I can’t help but moan in response.
“Such a good fucking girl, sucking my cock so well,” he groans as he latches onto my hair with his free hand.
The feeling of the veins pulsing in his dick as they graze my lips, while he pushes to the back of my throat, combined with the taste of his precum on my tongue is driving me crazy. He amps up the speed and I struggle to breathe as he keeps deep-throating me vigorously. Tears are streaming down my face and my mouth is leaking saliva as he ruthlessly fucks my face.
“Tap on my thigh if it’s too much,” he grunts, as I try to pull my head away to catch some air. I hear Evan murmur. “Tsk, tsk, kitten. What did I say about slowing down?”
This isn’t too much, and I don’t want him to stop, but I just need to catch my breath. Deep down, I want him to hurt me. The adrenaline of having the knife so close to piercing my neck is turning me on like never before. I ignore his threat and stop sucking for a moment, causing Evan to hiss. He presses the knife harder. I feel a small puncture on my skin, and I gasp sharply around his dick. I feel a drop of blood trickle down the side of my neck. I shut my eyes, closing my mouth tighter on Evan, and I go back to sucking him with vigor.
“Is that what you wanted, angel? For me to draw blood?” he hisses through his teeth.
I nod, my eyes still closed as I suck and pull on him with my hand.
“Open your eyes, Angelica,” he orders.
I open them and look up at him through the tears.
“You look like the most perfect, little slut sucking my dick.Fuck,” he says, sounding almost in pain.
Evan’s dick pulses in my throat as he slows his movements and spills into my mouth, his orgasm hitting him like a truck. I swallow his load before he pulls out of my mouth.
He throws the knife down on the coffee table and pushes me back on the couch. Burying his face into my neck, he inhales hard. He moves to the other side where the knife wounded me and licks the blood dripping down my neck. He growls and my body stiffens.
“Oh,” I gasp.
He hums in appreciation and whispers, “Everything about you, including the blood traveling through your veins, is mine.”
Follow your inner moonlight, don’t hide the madness.”
–Allen Ginsberg
The taste of Angelica’s blood on my tongue is heavenly.
Deep down, she’s a freak just waiting to be discovered, and I’m more than happy to be the one to unleash her. I would kill any man who even thinks of doing the dirty things I have planned for her. I kiss her with the remnants of her blood still in my mouth and she moans into me, twirling her tongue around to taste the metallic flavor.
She is putty in my arms as I trail my hands up and down her body and kiss her mouth and neck. I yank her sweater over her head, exposing her perfect breasts, her nipples poking up and begging to be nibbled on. Her skin is warm as I place my lips all over her.
“Fucking beautiful,” I grunt against her skin. “These are the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen.”
I pull a nipple into my mouth and suck on it, catching her by surprise. Her back arches and she lets out a loud moan, goosebumps erupting all over her skin. I flip her onto her stomach.
“Undo your hair,” I order as my hands travel down her back. When I get to her shorts, I slip them off her hips and down her legs, leaving her in a sexy little thong and exposing her entire delectable ass. I groan at the view and bend over to nibble on it as she frees her curls. They’re still wet when she lets them down.
“It’s too bad I didn’t get to watch you shower,” I say, grabbing onto the damp strands and wrapping them around my fist. I jerk her head back and her upper body slightly lifts off the couch. “Did you think of me while you were in there?” I ask into her ear.
Her voice is strained when she answers, “Yes, I did.”
Picturing her naked and wet in the shower, combined with the way her ass is rubbing on my dick right now, makes me hard again. I start grinding my crotch onto her backside and she follows my movements, pushing her ass against me.
“Tell me.” I shove the side of her face down onto the pillow and put my mouth against her ear. “Did you make yourself come?”
“Mhmm,” she moans, and I huff. If I had shown up a tad earlier, I could’ve seen her bring herself to an orgasm for the second time. I would’ve had to rub one out while I watched. The image alone draws my hand to my cock.
I push her head down further into the cushion. Angelica looks like a delicate flower on the outside, but I’m not fooled by her soft exterior. She likes it rough, so that’s how she’s going to get it. I lift my hand up, and I slam it down on her ass cheek.
“This is for being a filthy, little slut.”Smack. “And this is for rolling your eyes at me yesterday.”Smack. Her body jerks on contact and she moans aloud. I raise my hand once again and give her another slap, my palmprint slowly leaving a mark on her soft skin with each hit. I spank Angelica over and over until she’s a squirming and sobbing mess, begging me to fuck her.
“Evan,please,” she cries.
