I didn’t think it was possible for me to get harder, but her tightness makes a quick liar out of me. It reveals what I suspected all along: it’s been a long time since she’s been touched like this.
I can’t wait for her tight little cunt to be grabbing at my dick, begging for my seed, but before I can do that, I need her drenched front to back, as that will be the only way she can take all of me.
And she will take all of me—more than once.
As Justine’s head comes to rest on my shoulder, the pleas I’ve seen in her eyes the past three hours fall from her mouth. “Please... oh, God. Please, Nikolai.”
When I flick the sweet spot inside of her, her back arches against my chest. While peering at her gorgeous face, loving that she’s finally given in, I strum her clit with my thumb. I pump into her as fast as I can, my touch the only thing needed to drain the panic from her face.
I hear how wet she is, much less feel it, which has me finger-fucking her faster, almost cruelly. I push into her deeply, groaning when the hook of my finger causes her thighs to shake.
As the undeniable scent of lust thickens the air, her chest heaves as it struggles to contain her moans. I don’t want them held back. I want them as free as the woman I see hiding in her eyes.
“Let me hear your screams,Ahren. Perhaps if the world hears how much you’re enjoying this, your brain will acknowledge the pleas of your body a little sooner next time.”
A carnal growl rumbles in my chest when she weakens the clench of her thighs, giving herself wholly to me. Her acknowledgement of the friction burning between us serves her well. I pump my finger into her on repeat while ensuring my thumb keeps close contact with her clit at all times. I’d bring her to the climax now, but since I’m not ready for this over just yet, I’ll hold back the urge until I’m certain it isn’t just her libido overriding her senses.
The quiver of Justine’s pulse is heard in her moans when she sings a cock-thickening serenade. “Oh God, yes. There. It feels so good. Please. Yes. Yes. Yesss.”
Blood roars into my ears as the urge to switch my finger with my cock overwhelms me. I would if the prospect of hearing her shout my name during climax wasn’t more dire than my wish to come. She’s right there, on the brink, her orgasm so close, I can taste her sweet scent as much as I can smell it.
When her cries grow louder, I flick the sensitive bud inside her on repeat. “That’s it,Ahren.Nice and loud. I want to hear your screams ringing in my ears for days.”
As her cunt clamps around me, she moans a long, throaty groan. It relinquishes more than excitement from her body. It strips away her pent-up anger and frustration as well. The glow on her face is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. She truly looks like an angel straddling the fine line between good and evil.
Pleasurable growls rip from her throat when I bring her to the very edge of insanity before my thumb topples her into it. While quivering my name into the humid night air, she erupts on my hand, coating it with the wetness I’m dying to taste. She rides her orgasm shamelessly, taking what she needs from me with the viciousness I used to stop her from denying the truth.
She’s now responding how I want her to respond, how Ineedher to respond.
Once her brutal shudders slacken, I lower the severity of my pumps. I bring her back from the depths of hell with more control than what I used to push her there. She’s still responsive to my touch, she just has a better handle of everything.
After removing my finger from her insatiable cunt, I command her eyes to mine. “Turn around,Ahren. Let me see what I’ve done to you.” My voice is gruff, burned with need. I’m usually more controlled, more through requirement than preference, but right now, I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind. Lust isn’t just potent to an ethical mind. It screws immoral ones as well.
It seems as if I am the only one spiraling. Even through the hazy aftermath of an orgasm, Justine maintains a smart head. “I can’t.”
“Can’t or don’t want to?” My words whip off my tongue like cracks of lightning. I understand she’s not denying me, more my lifestyle, but that doesn’t mean I’ll accept her rejection without endeavoring to show her how wrong she is. I don’t believe in love at first site, I don’t even believe in love, but I sure as fuck recognize lust.
Furthermore, I’ve denied myself for years. I’m not doing that again. I drank the poison, I blackened my heart, so you can be as assured as fuck I’ll stick around for the reward years of torment owe me.
For a devil to regain his wings, he must fight evil and win. Justine has me halfway there, she just needs to finish seducing this devil into believing he’s a saint.
That would be easier for her to do if the brittle voice of an elderly lady didn’t ripple through the front door of her apartment not even two seconds later. “Justine, honey, are you there?”
Chapter Six
Justine’s cunt clenches around my finger when I growl, “Ignore it.”
I could barely hold back the urge to claim her in a room full of cameras, so you can imagine how potent my cravings are now. It’s the equivalent of putting an addict in a room full of cocaine and telling him not to sample the goods.
It would never happen.
Some of the annoyance heating my blood dampens when Justine cranks her neck back to peer at me. Her eyes are sparked with lust, but that isn’t the only thing firing in them.
There’s also life.
“You want to spin around, but you can’t.” My lips tug into a smirk when she tries to deny my comment with a brisk shake of her head. “The most dangerous lies are the ones you tell yourself,Ahren.”
Her lips twitch in preparation to refute my remark, but a person with an obvious death-wish interrupts us for the second time. “Justine? Honey? Is everything okay?” She pauses for a moment, most likely to fix her dentures back into place to stop her questions coming out with a whistle. “I know you’re home. I heard you...” My cock stirs all over again when Justine’s cheeks redden at the interrupter’s second pause. “Do you want me to call the police? I saw the men entering your apartment. I’m really worried.”
