Devil's Advocate: A Dark Mafia Romance (Devil's Playground Book 1) by Vivi Paige (different ereaders .TXT) 📗

him, wide-eyed and a little anxious, but more than willing to try. I opened my jaw as widely as possible and took his missile inside. My eyes squeezed shut as I fought my gag reflex, choking a little but careful not to scrape him with my teeth.

I got him all the way inside, until his balls rested beneath my chin. His head hit the back of my throat and I choked. I pulled off of Indro’s cock, gasping in air as his seed spilled out of my open mouth.

“Not bad. Get back on there, little pussy.”

A pang ran through my crotch and spread through my entire body at his command. I wanted to please him. Our brush with death had made being meek or modest seem quite ridiculous. I had plunged into Lake Michigan and emerged from its waters a changed woman.

I pumped my head up and down, gurgling a little when I went too far and caught his head in the back of my throat. Indro’s hands grasped my hair firmly in a double-fisted grip. He took charge of the motion, and I relaxed and let him have control.

He came inside my mouth, crying out sharply. I stayed on him as long as I could before I had to pull off for a few snorts of air.

Indro used the shower to rinse my face and chest, then used my hair to maneuver me out of the shower. I reached for a towel to dry us with, but he slapped my hand.

“You’re not allowed to cover yourself from my eyes,” he said in a husky whisper. Indro pushed me out toward the bedroom as we dripped water all over my floor. There goes my security deposit, I thought as he shoved me onto the bed.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded, slapping my inner thighs to reinforce the order. I did as I was told, feeling an exultant rush at being his plaything. I didn’t have to worry about being wanton. I could just give my body over to Indro, knowing he would give me some pain, but along with it the most exquisite pleasure.

Indro spread my pussy lips open, then shoved his face in my crotch. I cried out as he ran his tongue through my glistening slit. Indro enveloped my labia with his mouth, sucking hard. He tugged my pliant flesh outward, creating an intoxicating tension.

He worked his way over to the opposite labia, sucking noisily.

“Your pussy tastes so good, Sophie,” he mumbled into my flesh.

My hands grasped the sides of his head, flowing through his damp hair. Indro grasped my wrists and removed them firmly, never releasing my labia until he spoke.

“Put your hands behind your head,” he growled.

I did as I was told and he moved his mouth up to my swollen clitoris. Indro ran his tongue in slow circles all around it, sending shivers through my spine. An electric rush filled my senses, and I fairly whimpered.

“Please, Indro,” I gasped. “Please.”

“Please what?”

My face flushed red. “Please… lick it.”

“Lick what?”

“Oh God, you’re such an asshole,” I groaned.

“Lick what?” he demanded. Indro pinched my pussy lip firmly until I gasped. “Lick what?”

“Lick… my… clit.”

He did, running his tongue in a firm lap along its engorged surface. My scream split the air. Indro pinned me down with a hand on my belly while he enveloped my clitoris inside his soft lips. He suckled hard. Plasmids exploded behind my eyelids as he suckled my clit and moved his fingers inside of my cunny at the same time.

My scream split the air as I came hard, squirting all over his face. Indro basked in the deluge, drinking it in like a dog who hadn’t supped water in three days. I flopped around on the bed like a landed fish, my cry dying off into shivering pants.

“Oh God,” I moaned as he climbed onto the bed, nudging my thighs further apart with his knees. He ran the head of his throbbing cock through my slit, a commanding sneer on his face.

“Your pussy is mine, Sophie,” he growled. “All mine.”

“Yes, Indro,” I gasped.

Indro shoved his throbbing crown inside of my quivering mound of love jelly and I gasped. He stuffed me full, stretching me with his thick slab, until I cried out again.

“I’m going to fuck your sweet cunt,” Indro said, his hand going around my throat, pinning me to the mattress. I gasped as he thrust into me, slapping his hips into mine. My mouth flew open in a ragged, undulating cry as he fucked me hard.

Every thrust shoved me closer to the precipice of a monster orgasm. I saw it coming, anticipating it like the first sudden drop of a roller coaster ride. Indro glided in and out of my wet snatch, his hand tight around my neck. I could feel my pulse throbbing against his thumb and forefinger.

Then came the moment when Indro gave himself over fully to his desire, using me to sate his animal lust. I let out a strangled scream at the sight of him venting his fury on me, inside of me. I writhed about as best I could, pinned and impaled by Indro’s body.

Indro strained, his glistening, muscular body taut like a jungle panther. I moaned as he filled me up with his hot spunk. Indro, panting worse than he had after our dip in Lake Michigan, collapsed on top of me. I felt a smug pleasure knowing I’d worn him out more than almost drowning had.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped. “I love fucking your little cunny, Sophie. It’s just perfect. You’re just… perfect.”

His hand came up to caress my cheek. I eagerly met his lips, and all of the problems waiting outside the walls of my apartment were carried away on a wave of bliss.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Indro

I left Sophie sleeping in her bed, my mind lingering on our intimate gymnastics the night before. I mean, there was already chemistry there, and fighting for our lives was just that much more of an aphrodisiac.

If I could have,