Chapter 42

DEVON

"I didn't know you had this side, Lianna..." my voice became velvety as I kissed her skin, my hand moving up her thigh, "is there still something else I need to discover about you?"

"You should tell me..." She replied, a smirk forming on my lips.

'You said you wouldn't get close to that human anymore, is this serious?' A part of me that still had sanity—and that I found annoying at that moment—spoke in my mind, causing me to huff.

But was that voice wrong? Of course not.

However, I could feel the reactions her body was having to my touches, and my body? It was also reacting to hers, my cock starting to throb inside my pants.

There was nothing I could do now, right? If I stopped now, it would create an awkward atmosphere between us, and that wouldn't be good for the plan.

That's it, it was just... part of the plan.

So much so that I ended up pushing her onto the bed, her body sitting up, her legs spreading open, showing how wet she was.

And I... was going to make that situation worse.

I took off her clothes completely before starting, my lips trailing down her body with kisses and bites, until my mouth stopped between her legs, my eyes meeting hers. My mouth starting to suck her clit, and my tongue moved with certain agility, Lianna's hips arching even more towards me.

"D-Devon..." she moaned, her hand entwining in my hair, "m-more... faster..." she pleaded, biting her own lip.

Fuck...

I wanted to fuck her, I wanted to see those green eyes with that mischievous expression while I fucked her, while she begged for more.

I wanted to leave her voiceless from how much she would moan my name.

I wanted... to leave her unable to move the next day.

LIANNA

My body just arched more and more, as if asking for more from Devon, my eyes rolling back as I moaned, and felt his hot mouth sucking, licking me. My legs becoming even more shaky, my pussy getting even wetter, while those defined arms wrapped around my body, those hands with bulging veins, gripping my hips.

Fuck...

I wanted more.

I wanted so much more from Devon.

I wanted everything from him.

"More... more..." I practically begged, my hand pressing his head down, a smile being felt on his lips, while I felt his fingers tormenting me, just grazing around my pussy, "Devon, ple-..."

He entered.

He entered me fully, making me moan loudly.

"Sweetie..." he pulled his mouth away from me, his fingers still moving, "you can't make so much noise, what if we get caught here?" He thrust forcefully once again, making me bite my lip, "you understand, right? And you also understand, that..." he leaned in even closer, making my body lie down, his lips close to my ear, "I'll have to stop if you keep it up, right?"

His voice was velvety as he said that, making my body shiver completely, and when he just threw me against the bedroom wall and left me with my back to him? I started cursing him mentally.

He had made me even closer to the door, just to keep thrusting his fingers inside me, and the hand that was free? It had gone to my clit.

Ah... I was going to go crazy.

Yes, I was.

I could only sigh and gasp at that moment, my nails scratching that wall as I tried to hold back from letting anything out, not even a single sound.

"How cute... you're holding your voice so well..." he increased the strength and speed of his fingers, making me bite my lip so hard that I could taste the metallic flavor invading my mouth, tears starting to well up in my eyes, "how long will you last, Lianna?" He whispered that in my ear, leaving me almost on the edge, my body almost giving in, and not knowing how many orgasms I had until that moment, my body becoming extremely sensitive because of it. And when Devon took his fingers out of me? Fuck... even that was pleasurable.

"You held up well." He kissed my forehead, paying me for my lap, his hands gripping my hips, with that, laying me down on the bed once again, "you deserve a reward..."

He lifted his own body to remove his belt, his cock springing out of those tight pants.

It already seemed bigger before, but now? I was scared.

I was scared because it was huge, not to mention thick, and my pussy? It was very tight...

I didn't know if it would fit, but if it did? It would tear me apart.

But Devon had a corner smile full of desire, and when I saw his body glistening with sweat, those droplets sliding down his muscles, his ripped abs...

Fuck that it would tear me apart or break me.

I wanted it.

"But Lianna, I hope you know what you asked for..." he let out with that husky, sexy voice, "because I'm not a very..." he thrust with his cock inside me, his hands pulling me in to go even deeper, "merciful person..."

Ah... that burned.

It burned, but at the same time? It felt so good, and when he started moving even more? Fuck... I wanted to moan his name, ask for more...

Even my body started moving for him to go even deeper inside me, with more force, with more speed, but it was getting harder and harder, because my pussy was tightening even more, getting even wetter, to the point of overflowing, dripping down my legs.

Devon's mouth came to my breasts at one point, starting to suck and lick my nipple, my hand reaching for a pillow to put over my face, muffling my moans.

"No cheating..." he said while taking the pillow away from me, a sadistic smile forming on his face, "and I want to see."

How could he become even more hot with each passing moment?

And I wanted to see too—so much so that a part of me even thanked him for taking the pillow away—I wanted to admire that man who was moving inside me, see his expressions full of pleasure, his jade eyes filled with lust, his body coming against mine, the sound of impact increasing with each thrust that became more frequent.

However, at one point, Devon turned me around, leaving me on all fours, his hands positioning themselves again on my hips, and a slap being felt on my ass, making me squeeze the pillow that was close, burying my face in the mattress.

Shit.

He wanted to kill me.

How was I going to hold back the moans like this?

However, even though I was thinking that, Devon had no mercy on my soul, his body still moving roughly, his hand still resting on my ass, making me feel a burning sensation spreading, and it felt good when combined with the other sensations in my body that became even more sensitive because of the orgasms that didn't stop.

I felt my voice stuck in my throat all that time, and when Devon pulled my hair? Fuck... it was inevitable.

I ended up letting out a—albeit low—moan, and he pulled my hair again—maybe to see if I would let out another one—which made me seal my lips to avoid another injury to my mouth.

"So dedicated..." he mocked, causing my face to turn to him, my eyes rolling with the sensation, my breathing becoming even more panting as he thrust inside my pussy that was already throbbing along with his cock—which by now, must have been crushed.

Sadistic.

Devon was a sadistic son of a bitch, but I would be lying if... I said I didn't like this side of him, it suited him so well, made him so... attractive, especially with that corner smile, and that look of someone who could destroy my life in the blink of an eye.

I smiled.

I smiled as I gasped, looking into those green eyes, feeling my legs practically giving way, my body almost unable to take it anymore, my back hurting from how much my hips were arching.

I was almost dying, but my body? It seemed to not have had enough of Devon, always seeming to want more of him, to get closer to him.

But honestly? I was almost losing consciousness at that point, my vision darkening and coming back in a few moments, and I had come so many times that I didn't even know what was happening anymore.

Fuck...

He seemed insatiable.

It seemed... like it wouldn't end, and honestly? It seemed like he was just getting started with me...