Page 63 of Pretty Like A Devil


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The most beautiful fucking sound, my name in this girl’s mouth. “That’s it, snow. Open up for me.”

Her legs parted on instinct, so wide as she gripped her dress and let me begin to fuck her with my fingers. I started with one, but it easily turned into three. She was already primed and ready.

“Take this off.” She’d realized now, I was still very much dressed. Her hands went to my shirt again, and I closed my eyes.

Because she kissed me.

It was right on my shoulder, my shirt partially off, and I’d been kissed before. I’d been kissed a lot of fucking places, but never did I let a girl just fucking do that. I was the one who directed the kissing. I was the one who directed the sex.

I kept my eyes closed, allowing her lips to drag across my skin. I didn’t move, scared to. I didn’t know what I’d do, and I didn’t want to hurt her.

So I stayed calm. I made myself, and I opened my eyes when her hands pushed into my shirt. She pushed it down my arms.

And it felt so fucking good.

It felt like heaven, and I didn’t fight when she guided it off me, exposed me. I also didn’t fight when she made me go to my back. She’d told me to make love to her, but here I was being the submissive.

I was in awe that I was. I was in awe of her. She directed this thing when she guided her dress off, the costume gone. She was in nothing but a white lace bra, and I thought I was in a goddamn fever dream. No way had I pulled this girl who was in my bed. I’d been with models. Heiresses…

But apparently, they weren’t Aspen Davis.

Groaning, I forced her down to me, our mouths a hungry dance of licks, nips, and bites. I did the biting, and she cried out every time.

“Thatcher,” she husked out, my teeth biting her nipple through her bra. I removed her bra, then sucked on her tit. She yipped out an adorable sound, surprised.

I laved her dark nipple after. I did a long drag down her flesh before it popped out of my mouth, and I groaned because she was the one who took it from me. She pushed her hands on my chest. “Lie back.”

I let her do that, push me back, and I didn’t let girls… people do that. I hadn’t in a long time, and I promised myself I never would again. Never again would I be weak and in a position for someone to take power over me.

Perhaps, that was why I loved what Aspen and I had. I’d been the one doing the chasing, the one doing the overpowering. I’d always been in control.

But I wasn’t now.

My eyes closed again when she kissed my chest, and I didn’t fight her when she dragged a leg over my waist. I even helped her straddle me, the condom in my hand next.

She took care of that too, tearing the thing with a cute little smirk, and why was that the hottest fucking thing in the world? I just may marry this girl after this…

The thoughts were weird, foreign, but something about them hungered me. I didn’t take the condom out of her hands. Instead, I let her hold it as I eased out of my pants. It was an interesting little dance getting down to my boxer briefs. I had to remove my shoes and tights first, and the latter made her laugh.

I loved it.

Aspen’s own shoes were long gone. They were somewhere in this room no doubt, but I didn’t know. Didn’t care.

I kissed her laughter away in the end, distracting her, and I got her hands. I helped her ease me out of my boxers.

We both sucked in a breath.

Her hands massaged my cock, the fucker steel under her hands. I almost didn’t have the stamina to guide her to roll the condom on because as soon as she touched me…

“Snow…” My head rolled back into the sheets, her hands gliding down the length of me. Her eyes were large, radiating with lust, and when she played with my balls, I nearly came beneath her.

“Does the Punisher like that?” she teased before kissing me. She kept playing with me, stroking me, and even though she was on top, I let her know who owned her. I let her know who she bowed to when I lifted her and angled hard inside her.

She ground out a moan so loud I thought she’d shatter above me, and gripping her hips, I fucked her hard from below. This was so different for me. She was essentially fucking me as much as I was fucking her.

And how much I liked it.

I liked letting her own me. I liked letting her…

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