Page 72 of Life Or Death

“Yes,” she pants, her pussy clenching around my fingers. I curl them, finding that spot that makes her scream, and I don’t let up. My tongue works her clit in tight circles while my fingers pump in and out of her, and her hips buck against my face, chasing the sensation.

I curl them inside her, finding the spot that makes her scream, and I don’t let up. My tongue works her clit mercilessly while my fingers pump in and out of her. Her hips buck against my face, and she becomes frantic.

“Lucifer . . . oh God . . . please . . .”

She comes with my name on her lips, her thighs clamping around my head, her body shaking. I ride it out, licking her through every wave, until she’s pushing at my shoulders, oversensitive and trembling.

I pull back just enough to look up at her. Her chest is heaving, her tits flushed pink, her nipples so hard they’re begging for my mouth. I lean forward and sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, marking her, claiming her. She gasps, and I bite down harder, sucking until I know there’ll be a bruise there tomorrow. Then I move to the other thigh and do the same.

When I’m satisfied, I sit back on my heels and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Then I lean down and take one of her tits in my mouth, sucking the nipple deep, and she makes this broken sound that goes straight to my cock. Her hands are in my hair again, pulling me closer, and I suck until the skin is flushed and swollen.

“Please,” she begs, her hips lifting off the bed. “I need you inside me. Please, Lucifer.”

My mouth moves to her other nipple, biting down just enough to make her gasp, then I soothe the sting with my tongue.

“You’re mine,” I tell her, my voice raw. “Say it.”

“Yours,” she breathes, and the word hits me square in the chest.

I release her nipple and push off the bed, making quick work of my jeans. My hand closes around my cock, and I jerk it, my thumb tracing over the head, swiping at the precum that drips from it.

She watches me stroke myself, and a low moan escapes her lips. Her hand slides between her thighs, her fingers circling her clit, and the sight of her touching herself while she stares at my cock makes my balls tighten.

I crawl between her legs and catch her wrist, pulling her hand away from her pussy. “This greedy cunt isn’t satisfied, is it?”

“No,” she breathes, her hips lifting off the mattress. “It’s not.”

I swat her hand away and bring the head of my cock to her entrance, rubbing it through her wet folds. She’s soaked, and the slick sound of my cock sliding through her arousal makes my jaw clench. I circle her clit with the tip, pressing against it just hard enough to make her gasp, then drag it lower, teasing her entrance without pushing in.

“Lucifer,” she whines, her hands fisting the sheets.

I push into her slowly, and the heat of her swallows me inch by inch. She’s so tight that I have to grit my teeth and force myself not to slam into her. When I’m fully seated, I pause, giving her body time to adjust to me.

Then I start to move.

My hips snap forward, pulling out and pushing back in, and she arches beneath me, her hands finding my shoulders. I set a punishing pace, driving into her hard and deep, and the bed slams against the wall with every stroke. Her tits bounce with each impact, and I lean down and take one in my mouth again, sucking hard, my teeth grazing the nipple.

“You take my cock so good,” I growl against her skin. “This pussy was made for me. You hear me? Made for me.”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Made for you.”

The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, but after a few minutes, I feel her body lock up in a way that has nothing to do with pleasure. Her back is rigid, her legs stiff, and I can tell the position is putting too much pressure on her hips.

“What’s wrong?” I question, pulling out immediately.

She winces, shifting her hips. “I think I need to switch positions. I can’t get my legs around you.”

I sit back, running a hand through my hair. “Maybe we should stop.”

“If you stop now, I will never forgive you.” She sits up, her chest heaving. “Let me get on top.”

I lean back against the headboard, and she climbs over me, positioning herself above my cock. She reaches between us, grips my shaft, and guides me to her entrance. When she sinks onto me, we both groan. Her hands press flat against my chest for balance, and I grip her hips, helping her find a rhythm.

She rides me slowly at first, rolling her hips in slow, grinding circles. I grip her thighs, and my thumbs trace the raised lines of her scars, following them up toward her hips. She doesn’t flinch. She watches me watch her, and there’s something so raw in her expression that it cracks something open in my chest.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I rasp, grabbing her hips. I drive up into her as she sinks down. Her head falls back, her throat exposed, and I lunge forward, my mouth latching onto her neck. I suck hard, marking her, and she moans, her walls clenching around my cock.

“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her, my lips moving against her pulse.