Page 58 of The Diávolos: Part Two
“God, yes,” I moan.
A wicked smile stretches across Evan’s face when I finally look at him. Shit. The same grin he has when he corners me and has his way with me in the dark.
“You only get to come if I do.”
Confusion stirs in my head, accompanied by the blurry haze of my imminent release.What is he planning?
Evan leans over me, grabs a fistful of my hair, wrapping it around his palm, and tugs, pulling my body off the bed, head first.
“Ow!” I shout when I reach the floor, stumbling over my feet. The pressure on my head makes tears well in my eyes.
“You know how much I love to see you cry for me, kitten,” Evan says, his eyes darkening. He unbuckles his belt and slips it out of his pants. My breath hitches.
Evan then pushes my legs apart with his foot, groaning at the sight of my wetness dripping down my thigh.
“Why deny yourself of what youreallywant, my angel?” He brings his hand back and swings it forward, letting the leather belt land right between my legs, tugging my head back at the same time.Slap!
A yelp escapes my mouth at the sudden sting.Oh my god.
“What youneed?” Another strike lands on my mound and the pain sears through me. I’m now panting, not able to get afull breath from the tight hold he has on my head. “Look at you, leaking for me like a little slut.”
Slap! This time, the clacking sound is accompanied by a wet one as my arousal coats his belt.
Evan shoves me down to my knees and unzips his pants. “Open your fucking mouth.”
I do as I'm told, too flustered to make my own decisions. The numb feeling between my legs only makes me want to come so much more.
Without warning, he shoves his thick cock down my throat, and I heave. “That’s it, baby. Relax your throat.” I try to breathe through it.
Once he’s buried deep, he starts to pull in and out at a rapid pace, grunting loudly, and I can’t keep up. Saliva leaks down my chin, and I can barely see through my tears. Regardless, it does nothing but bring me more to the edge, pressure building in my core.
“Touch your pussy while I fuck your mouth,” Evan orders, and it takes me a second too long to reach my center. “Now, Angelica!”
I press my fingers to my clit and moan around his thick shaft.
Evan groans, the sound almost anguished. “I’m going to come.”
His length pulses in my throat and, right as he’s about to release, he pulls out and spills his entire load on my face. I gasp, not expecting that, and I stop rubbing myself.
“Do not fucking stop. Let yourself come knowing I just defaced you with my seed like a littlepoutána.”
His crass words, mixed with the warmth of his release on skin and the stimulation on my clit, are taking me to the point of no return. “I’m almost there,” I breathe out.
Evan uses the head of his dick to smear himself all over my face, and I can’t believe how filthy the act is.
“You look like a fucking masterpiece with my paint on your face,” he says, and it sends another rush of heat to my clit.
With his fingers, he swipes some semen off my cheeks and shoves them past my tongue, deep-throating me enough to gag. As soon as he pulls them out, Evan bends down and licks up my cheek to scoop up some more. Then, he opens my mouth and spits it inside before finally taking my lips in a searing kiss. He moans against my lips, his tongue tangling with mine.Holy. Fuck.
That’s more than enough to make my orgasm gather in my lower stomach, and I erupt, letting my climax tear through me. The rush surges through my veins, and I scream out in ecstasy.
It feels as if I’m suspended for a moment, the sensation like floating on air.
“Such a good fucking girl,” Evander praises. He steps out of my view and comes back with a wet towel that he uses to clean the mess. Gently, he passes the cloth over my face and neck.
I can’t take my eyes off him.
The room crackles with tension and unspoken words.
