Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,16

next to the desk and devours my neck with his mouth. He bites me harshly, bruising me, then he licks me gently to ease it. His hands twist into my loose red hair and tug hard until I moan and arch my back.

He doesn’t kiss me on the mouth.

I find it odd, but also incredibly sexy.

I reach in between us and grab his cock. He wastes no time in lifting me up by my backside and forcing me down onto his entire length, filling me up instantly.

I cry out as it feels so good. I cream his dick just like he knew I would.

“That’s it, Queenie,” he smirks at me. “Wet my dick until I’m soaked with your cum.”

“Aah,” I moan.

Then, he takes over completely and pumps me up and down on his dick like a fucking blow up doll.

I start to take offense. That is until an orgasm screams through my body at such a rapid rate, I nearly weep with the relief it brings to the raging Devil inside me.

“Fuck!” I roar, making the hounds start to bay loudly, but I don’t care. I need more of this, more of his cock, more coming because of it. Just more.

“Such a tight pussy,” he pants. “Feels so good…” He nuzzles my neck affectionately and it puts me off my stride slightly. He has gone from being a brute to slightly civilized. He stops controlling my actions and lets me do all the work now. I use my thighs to lift myself up on him and slam myself back down, my hands on his shoulders to help me up.

I need one more release before I climb off this mountain of a male and never touch him ever again. He is confusing me, and I like to be clear-headed. Best to just steer clear of him after this Hell shattering fuck.

I squeeze him tightly as I come again, clenching around his cock and then once again he takes over. He spins us around and crashes me onto the desktop. If I were a human female, I would’ve broken every bone in my body, but being me, it only excites me. He drags me down the desk, holding onto my hips, digging his fingers into me, hurting me, thrilling me. He has turned savage again and twisted my head around so that I don’t know if I’m coming or going.

“Oh, I’m coming,” I shout out as another wave of sheer rapture thunders over me, making my blood roar through my veins.

“Fuck,” he mutters and then holds me in place as he fucks me hard, pounding me into the desk until we break it in half and collapse to the hard stone floor in a pile of debris. His hands on my hips keep me still as he thrusts and withdraws, thrusts again and then he climaxes. A flood of hot cum spurts up my cunt and he releases his hold on my hips so that I can wrap my legs around him, drawing him closer as his cock pumps out every last drop of cum he has.

“Fuck,” he mutters again and then he is off me in a flash and dragging his pants up from around his ankles.

With as much dignity as I can muster, with cum dripping down my inner thighs and my tits hanging out of my top, I stand up and snap my fingers, changing my outfit to a cleaner, more suitable one for telling a male that this was a one-time deal. No biggie. No repeats.

As the words come out of my mouth, I can’t help but feel disappointed. The beast has been satisfied. For the first time ever, she is truly calm. But I can’t be with a male like him. He is too hot and cold, too arrogant, too Alpha. I like my males submissive; puppies that follow me around and worship me. I know where I stand and that’s on top. With Elijah, I’m unsure and I don’t like that. Even now, he looks like he doesn’t give a shit about seeing me again.

“So, this won’t happen again, got it,” I snarl at him, taking the offensive stance. “You scratched an itch, nothing more.”

“Fair enough,” he mutters.

That’s it. I flame out and onto the top wall of the arena just in time for the Daily Dealings, bringing Babe to my hand.

I look down at the crowds, cheering and booing the Demons lined up for me to punish.

I’m in the perfect mood to issue some serious