Dom Fever (Devlin Black #2) (7 page)

“Wait.” The way his eyes narrowed and he pulled back had me watching every micro expression on his face.
“We’re referring to me cheating on you from here on out, right? I mean, I haven’t had sex with anyone since I’ve found you again. You have my word on that. I just want to know where we stand on this agreement.”

“You said you weren’t going to break my heart. You can do that without cheating…Sir.”

His eyes searched mine and I couldn’t help but feel like something was lurking in those deep blue depths. Was it weariness that I was picking up on? Did it root from something he didn’t want me to know?

“Protector, remember? I won’t let anything hurt you.”

As I stared at him, he didn’t return my gaze. Instead, he moved to the side of my neck and began working his way down, sucking and nibbling. Everything disappeared while his teeth bit into the fullness of my breast, gently at first, and then hard enough to make me whimper. My pussy slid against his abs, the wetness making it easy to glide at my own pace.

His hand reached down, holding my hip. I knew better. And yet, I didn’t want to stop.

My nipple tingled under his tongue and the pull it had against my core had me moaning his name.

“Sir. I can’t wait to have you inside of me. To have you cum in me.”

A growl tore from his throat and his eyes snapped up to mine. “I’m going to, kitten. I’m going to cum in that pussy every single time I fuck you from now on. And why is that?”

I licked my lips as my heart rate
jumped. “Because I belong to you now. Only you.”

A smile pulled at the side of his mouth. “That’s right.
God, to hear you say it.”

He moved down lower, his tongue swirling around my stomach until he made it to the top of my slit.
“Feet on the mattress at all times. You move them, it’s your ass.”

He remembered…I’d been so sensitive the last time that I could hardly keep still.
My ex-fiancé Richard, the one who’d created my horrible trust issues, had never attempted to try to please me that way. I hadn’t known he was gay then, but it made sense now why he’d been so uninterested in foreplay or sex. Devlin had been the first to ever pleasure my body by tasting me there and it had blown me away. Now, it was the second time and I couldn’t stop the anticipation.

“Yes, Sir.”

My back arched as his tongue moved down one side of my folds. I could feel his thumbs separate them while he moved to the inside, just missing my entrance. As he traveled toward my clit, I pulled against the belt. A loud cry escaped as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud, only to suck against it. My feet drove down and I moved my hips, bringing me more into his face.

Devlin’s fingers
gripped into my skin while he circled around and pushed into my opening, fucking me with his tongue. I lifted my head, connecting with his eyes as he watched every expression I made. It was too much. Too intense. Was this actually happening again? My head fell back while I arched even more.

Teeth pulled at one of my folds and he sucked it into his mouth. Ecstasy had me
trying to rock against him. Release was on the horizon and I tried my best to hold it at bay as he eased a finger deep inside of me. The attention to my clit became constant while he thrust one digit, then two.

I could hear myself growing louder, even though I tried to stay quiet.

My head turned back and forth as I fought my orgasm. I knew the rules.

“Please, Sir. I want to come. Please.”

If I didn’t get his permission first, I’d pay. But at this point, I was starting to think that was the better option. Devlin wouldn’t hurt me. I trusted him in that regard. He wouldn’t go too far knowing I was pregnant.

“No
t yet. You’ll come when I tell you.”

“Sir.” The impatience was in my plea.
I couldn’t help it.

The speed increased as he pounded his fingers into my pussy.

“I said no.” He was moving to his knees and I barely caught him reaching back over for the brush.

Whack!

A small scream filled the room from him connecting with my G-spot. The pleasure from the sensation with the pain from the plastic on my thigh, had me twisting to the side so I wouldn’t come. The brush spanked into my ass as he turned me over to be on my knees. The belt twisted tighter around my hands and I breathed out, sounds falling from my lips as his fingers continued. Heat poured from the welts emerging and stinging burned into my flesh again while I buried my face in the pillow, tears stinging my eyes.

“
I sure did miss this.” His lips pressed into my soft flesh, right over where he’d spanked. Slowly, he began moving toward my slit. The thrusts reduced until he stopped entirely. But he didn’t leave me. Stinging flared on the other side and I could feel myself clench tightly around his digits.

“Fuck,
I can’t wait until that’s my cock,” he breathed out. The brush was thrown to the floor and his hand squeezed my ass with enough strength to separate me even more. I turned my head to look back at him as best as I could. The lust on his face as he stared at where we were joined caused me to tighten around him again.

“
Such a pretty pussy.” His finger left me as he pushed his tongue back into me. But it didn’t last. The moment I could feel myself build up again, he stopped. “I’m going to undo your hands and you’re going to suck my cock. Eyes on me the entire time.”

I was rolled to my back while he took off the restraint. His hand buried in my hair and I kept my stare to his as he led me to
the thick length that called to me. With him on his knees and me on all fours, I was at the perfect height, but it didn’t stop him from leaning back. He put one hand out behind him while he kept locked to me with the other.

Pre-cum beaded the thick tip and I swirled my tongue around the head
at a leisurely pace, letting his taste take over my senses. I’d basked in it the first time. There was something about the salty maleness that made me want more. Another first for me. And I’d begged then, too. Pleaded for him to come in my mouth. He hadn’t, but I could remember how much he fought to not give into me. The power I knew I held in that moment had stuck with me. I could push him again. See how far I could bring him to the edge….

Slowly,
I licked up and down, getting him nice and wet. Letting him see me glide down the side as his lids lowered the smallest fraction. As I came back to the top, inch by inch I let him fill me, withdrawing, and pressing my lips into the length as I ascended. His deep moan vibrated his body,

I
took my time as I lowered, letting him push toward the back of my throat.

“God, you’re fucking amazing.”
Pressure from his fingers tightened in my hair, holding me still. Keeping himself buried and nearly suffocating me with half of what he had to give.

He pulled me back, biting his bottom lip as
he led me to his tip, just to bring his cock deeper. The rhythm increased, each stroke of my mouth making him sweat even more.

“
Shit.” Faster he thrust, holding me tighter. I increased the suction, causing his mouth to open. The breaths he exhaled became quicker. Heavier. He jerked me back, groaning, and bringing us both to our knees.

“You deserve to come for that.”
His hand cupped between my legs and he pulled my lips to his. He drank in my moans while he eased two fingers in my pussy.

The skill he had at rubbing against the right
areas at the right time had me panting against the intensity. It hadn’t taken him long to have the wetness flowing. My hands curled into fists, the temptation to reach out and touch him, agonizing.

“So close. I can feel you tightening around me. Don’t you wish that was my cock?”

The force along my G-spot had me making sounds I wasn’t even aware existed. They were a cross between a moan and something born out of torturous yearning.

“Sir. Please.” The sob was uncontrollable and I hardly even felt the tears as they ran down my face. He kept holding me off
; bringing me right to the point of losing control, only to take it away. My whole body was trembling and still he continued to draw it out.

His hand left my hair, sliding over my cheek until his thumb rubbed over the wetness
that stained my face.

“Beg me more.”

My cry came out even louder as he took me to the edge and held me there. Caressing my channel, enticing it to the heaven that awaited. But all he gave me was some pleasurable mix of hell. A need so profound that I cried harder and begged even louder.

“Sir, please. Sir.”

Over and over, I pleaded with him. The minutes dragged out for what felt like an eternity. Until, with one slide of his finger, and four words, he set me free.

“I own this body.”
 

Spasms hit hard and I couldn’t stop my hands from flying to his shoulders as I dug my nails in deep.
My screams echoed off the walls, no matter how much I tried to stop them. I was shaking so badly that I couldn’t even see straight. Before I could realize it, I was being lowered to the bed and Devlin’s hard body was settling over me. No words were spoken as he held eye contact.

Pressure pushed against my
entrance and my lids grew heavy while his thickness stretched me wide. The fogginess in my mind didn’t take away from how he held me mesmerized. He’d always been too beautiful. Manly, rugged, perfect features. Yet, a classic gentleman when he donned his suit. Temptation was his aura and he was a magnet to anything or anyone he came into contact with. He could have made a killing off of his looks.

“I don’t want this to end. Sign my contract tomorrow. Me and you, from here on out.”

There was such desire; raw hope that I’d never seen from him before. I wanted this to work. But one night of sex and accepting a farfetched possibility wasn’t going to alter the rest of my life.

“No.” My head shook and he surged into me,
submerging himself. I gripped his shoulders tightly, moaning, expecting him to continue with the rough, savage pace he was so good at.

“Yes. Sign it. No thinking,
Victoria. You’re done with all your worrying. Bind yourself to me, in paper and in here,” he said, rubbing against my temple. “Accept this, fully. I have your word. But prove it.”

He was the master of manipulation…but I was no fool. He couldn’t sway me like he could everyone else.

“No.”

The thrusts grew harder. “Dammit, kitten.” His hands came up to the sides of my head, his fingers pushing in my hair. “Sign it,” he said, fisting my long waves.

My legs lifted as my back arched. “I will not. When I’m ready, you will know.”

A growl tore
through the room. “Why do I feel like you’re going to change your mind tomorrow? I don’t want you to. I want us to stay right here in this moment. This place where we’re together. Happy.”

“You can have that from me without a signature. You speak of trust. It goes both ways. Do you trust me, Sir? I think not.”

His brow creased as he kept my stare. “You’re right. In time.”

Regardless that he seemed to understand, there was something else there. A hesitancy on his part that triggered suspicio
n. As the mystery of it flirted with the edge of my consciousness, it quickly faded into the grey the moment his mouth sucked against my throat.

The thrusts continued, slowing
while he grinded his hips into my inner thighs. His cock went so deep that I held on to him for dear life. A big no-no. Yet, he didn’t stop me. Didn’t pin my hands or restrain them like he had before. I was lost to him. Knew nothing but what he made me feel. Devlin had been right in every way. He owned my body. My heart. Even quite possibly, my soul. Trust issues may have kept us apart this long and hindered our future, but that didn’t stop what I knew in every inch of my being. And he’d nailed it. Devlin Black was meant for me when it came to these moments. This was where we were most compatible. But would it last when we awoke in the morning? Or would we part, realizing tonight was a mistake? Have it be just another pull to each other because of some deep rooted sense of loneliness?

“God
. You feel so good. I want to do this all night. Is that okay for the baby?”

Even as he spoke, I could feel myself already starting to build at his words. All night, just like the first time. But all night meant a long day with Ava. We weren’t single anymore. We had a daughter.

“It should be fine, but...Ava wakes up pretty early. We won’t get much sleep.”

He nodded. “Then one more time after this. But be ready for her nap time tomorrow, because I’m having you again. A
nd again.” His hands tightened, moving my head to the side. My body trembled as he pulled at my earlobe with his teeth. “Tell me you want me to cum in you again.”

The words alone had me
even wetter. Imagining the forbidden. Something I’d never even dared think about doing with anyone left me moving my hips faster.

“Yes, please. Come in me, Sir. I want to feel it. Feel you.”

My hands were jerked from his shoulders and slammed into the bed. His cock was swelling by the second and I cried out at how thick and long he felt inside of me. Yet, with the slight pain it caused, came pleasure. The impatience that was born with the need to release was right there. I just needed…