Page 25 of Devour

She pulls it over her head and tosses it to the side. Her nipples are already hard. I have to squeeze the base of my cock to keep from coming just from looking at her.

“Now spread your legs, baby.”

She does what she’s told. Her movements are slow, holding my stare through the camera the entire time. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. She’s so wet, I can see it from here, and my mouth waters because I already know what she tastes like. That cunt is going to be my fucking breakfast every goddamn day.

“Touch yourself, little heathen. But you don’t come until I tell you.”

Her hand slides between her thighs, and her fingers trace her clit. She moves in a slow rhythm, and her eyes flutter shut. Her lips part, and a sound comes out of her that goes straight to my cock.

“Eyes open,” I tell her. “You look at me while you finger-fuck yourself.”

Her eyes snap open. She’s glaring at me again, but her fingers don’t stop moving.

“That’s a good girl.” I stroke my cock slow, matching her rhythm. I angle my phone down so she can see what I’m doing. I groan at the sound she makes when she sees my hand wrapped around my pierced dick.

“You see what you do to me, dirty girl?” I tighten my grip and stroke harder. “You’ve been getting me off for years.”

“Axl—” Her voice breaks on my name, and her hips rock against her own hand.

“I didn’t tell you to speed up.” I keep my voice flat even though my cock is throbbing so hard I can barely think. “I’m controlling this, not you, Saylor. Don’t fucking forget that.”

She whimpers. She actually whimpers, and the sound almost ends me. Her fingers slow back down. Her thighs are shaking, and she’s biting her bottom lip so hard I’m afraid she’s going to draw blood.

“I’m going to own you, little heathen,” I tell her. “You don’t even know the fucked-up shit I’m going to do to you. And you’re going to get off on it like the good little slut you are. You’re going to kneel for your king and beg for my grace and mercy, baby.”

“I hate you.” It comes out as a whisper and it doesn’t sound like hate. Whatever my girl needs to tell herself.

“This right here is the easiest fucking thing I’m going to make you do.”

Her hips lift off the bed, and her head tips back. I stroke my cock faster to match her, and I watch her face.

“Axl, I’m going to—”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“I can’t—”

“You can and you will. Don’t fucking come until I tell you.”

Her whole body is shaking. Her thighs are trembling, and her stomach is clenched tight. Her fingers move in fast circles, and she fights it so hard there are tears in her eyes. Fucking gorgeous. I love how pretty she is when she cries.

“Axl, please—”

“That’s what I want to hear from you. Beg me, baby. Beg me to allow you to come.”

I stroke my dick, knowing I’m not going to last much longer. Fuck. I want to be inside her.

“Axl . . .”

“That’s not good enough, little heathen. Check your pride at the fucking door and show me what a desperate whore you are.”

Her eyes are locked on mine through the screen, and I can see her still fighting it. Her jaw is tight, and her chest is heaving, and every muscle in her body is clenched against the orgasm she’s not allowed to have.

“Please let me come, Axl.” Her voice cracks on my name again, and her hips jerk against her own hand. “Please. I need it. I need to come. Please.”

My cock pulses so hard in my fist that I almost let myself come. My girl is spread open on her bed, begging me with tears in her eyes. She’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

“Again,” I tell her. “Say my name when you beg.”