The Devil's CrownPart Two - Monica James Page 0,130

you okay, красавица?”

“Yes,” she replies breathlessly. “Fuck me, and fuck me hard.”

Her filthy mouth will be the death of me.

Giving her what we both want, I begin to pump my hips, my thrusts not gentle because this passion burns us to the core. I hit her deep, which has her spasming around my cock and standing on her toes to deepen the angle.

She bounces back on my length, taking everything I give as she begs for more. I spread an ass cheek so I can see where we join. I’m mesmerized by our coupling. With my thumb, I gently rub over her puckered entrance, not sure if anal play is something she likes.

She gasps and freezes, which has me retreating my thumb instantly.

With each thrust, her body slams up against the glass. She splays her hands on the screen, rolling her hips so she can feel every hard inch of me. When she arches her back, spreads her legs, and clenches her muscles—holy mother of god—my orgasm comes out of nowhere.

Pulling out, I spill my seed all over her lower back with a roar.

Ella is about to turn around, but there is no way my woman is leaving this shower without coming.

Rounding her hip, I begin to play with her swollen clitoris. The moans leaving her are animalistic, and I love it. I love that when I touch her, I provide pleasure and not pain. But what she says next has me realizing that for Ella, the line is sometimes blurred.

“Spank me,” she orders breathlessly. “I want it.”

My cock twitches and is given a new lease on life.

Turning off the water, I lead Ella from the shower, ripping a towel from the rack and drying her off quickly. Once I do the same to myself, we walk into the bedroom, both naked, both hungry for this.

Looking into her eyes, I want her to see the love I feel. I want her to know she’s safe because this play is about to turn rough.

“On your hands and knees,” I order, cupping her chin and brushing my thumb over her pouty bottom lip.

I like that she doesn’t jump to command. She takes her time, making me wait. But it’s so worth it because when she drops to all fours, I take a moment to appreciate this utter perfection before me. Her ass is peach-shaped, and all I want to do is take a bite.

Coming up behind her, I cup her rounded cheek and squeeze gently.

“Not with your hands,” she says. “Your belt.”

She senses my hesitation and looks over her shoulder. “Please.”

Unable to say no to her, I reach for my belt off the floor and tug it tightly between my hands. It snaps sharply, which has Ella’s flesh prickling with goose pimples. She wants this, so who am I to deny her.

With one quick slap, I draw the belt across her ass. It leaves a red lash in its wake. The sight sings to the depraved fiend inside me, and I do it again. She buckles forward but then springs back, demanding more.

Each lash of my belt has her whimpering and writhing, always coming back to be struck again. I’m holding back, as I don’t want to hurt her, but I gently kick her legs apart, coaxing her to open wider for me.

She does as I want, and when I see her inflamed pink pussy, I hum in utter delight. The light exposes her slickness.

“You know when you touched me …”

“You’re going to have to be a little more specific. I’ve touched you everywhere, красавица,” I reply cockily as I admire her pretty pink ass.

“Not everywhere,” she counters. “I’ve never…never done that there.”

“That’s okay,” I assure her. I don’t want her doing anything she’s not comfortable with. But I’ve misread this entire conversation.

“No, what I meant was, I want to do that…with you.”

“Oh,” I reply, almost swallowing my tongue. “Now?”

“Yes…please.”

Jesus Christ. How did I get so lucky? But anal sex isn’t a smooth ride. I know it can hurt, especially the first time. But it’s something I enjoy immensely, and with Ella, I think it’ll be a whole different experience altogether.

So with one last lash of my belt, I strike Ella in a way that caresses her clitoris. She needs to be on the pinnacle of losing control before I go near her ass.

Dropping the belt, I cup her chin and draw her face toward me, over her shoulder so I can kiss the hell out of her. She is breathless, her