The Devil's CrownPart Two - Monica James Page 0,103
that I can.
She slumps forward, and with sluggish fingers, she reaches around to untie me.
The moment I’m free, I spring up, taking her with me as I’m still embedded deep inside her. She yelps, surprised we’re on the move, and when I toss her onto the bed and dive on top of her, she realizes we’re not done.
I am so hard that I’m fearful what will happen when I come. But now, I focus on giving her orgasm number two.
I slip into her pussy with ease, and now that I can use my hands, I’m all over her. Kissing, touching, fondling—I can’t get enough. She kisses me back, almost tearing my hair by the roots as she tugs hard.
Pumping my hips, I sink into her heat, shuddering and grunting because she feels so good. Snaring her wrists, I raise her arms over her head and pin them to the bed. She is now bound.
But the way she squirms, matching me stroke for stroke, she’s happy to pass over the reins. I grip her leg and wrap it around my waist, deepening the angle as I punish her with deliciously hard, long strokes.
“More!” she demands, arching her back and thrusting onto my cock as I sink into her passionately. And more she gets.
I am covered in sweat as I work her body over, slamming my mouth over hers, fucking her with my cock and tongue. Not a wisp of air can pass between us, but still, we’re not close enough. With her wrists bound in one hand, I cup her throat with the other and begin to fuck her hard.
This act is primeval, but feeling her pulse beat frantically against my fingers is a rush of euphoria. She knows this is my go-to move, and appeases me by arching her neck, allowing me to hold on tighter. Her offering has a string of Russian curses that make no sense spilling from me because I am lost to her.
Her pussy clenches around me and when I slip my thumb into her wet mouth, she suckles it, sending us both wild. I work my thumb in and out of her mouth, thumbing over her pouty bottom lip before snaring it between my teeth.
I’m not gentle as I claim her body, but this is me, and even though Ella has been through something so heinous, to change how I am with her, I’m afraid she’d think of it as me treating her differently because of what happened. If I thought she didn’t like it, I wouldn’t do it, but the way she moans and writhes under me confirms she likes the rough play as well.
She uses the heel of her foot to keep me pressed to her, and as I slam into her, she shudders and squeezes her eyes shut.
“Я так тебя люблю. Моя любовь к тебе бесконечна,” I pant, feeling my impending orgasm rushing at full speed.
I love you so much. My love for you is endless.
I can’t stop the Russian which spills from me, and when Ella hears my breathless admission, she screams, her body contorting as she orgasms once again.
The moment the last tremor rocks her body, I’m about to pull out, but Ella locks her legs around me. “Come inside me,” she gasps against my mouth.
I’m too far gone to argue, and with two quick thrusts, I spill my seed inside her.
My orgasm is so fierce that my body is still rocked with the aftershocks minutes later. Eventually, I roll off Ella and lie on my back, still panting and covered in perspiration as I fold my hands over my stomach, attempting to catch my breath.
Peering up at the ceiling, I realize this is the first time in a long time that I am comfortably numb.
Ella groans, rolling onto her side. On instinct, I move my arm so she can nestle into me, and when she does, I hum, kissing the top of her head.
We’re silent, both enjoying the afterglow of our lovemaking. I can’t believe I almost lost her. But now that I have her, I’ll never let her go.
“I’m so sleepy,” she whispers with a yawn.
“Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake.”
“Promise?”
With a content smile, I press another kiss to her head. “I promise. Красавица?”
She hums in response, already half asleep.
“We made it to a bed,” I say, referring to our conversation many moons ago. How we’ve both changed since then.
Her steady breathing is an indication that she’s finally succumbed to exhaustion.