Surrendering To The Devil

Sienna

As Alex's lips crashed against mine, my eyes fluttered shut, and my hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling in the silky strands without a second thought. His kiss was demanding and consuming, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that felt almost primal, like a man starved.

His hand remained firmly between my legs, fingers teasing with maddening precision, while the other gripped my waist, pulling me closer as though any space between us was unbearable. His thumb effortlessly pressed against my clit, slow and deliberate, drawing a gasp from my lips that he swallowed greedily.

The sensation sent a jolt through my body, and I clung to him, overwhelmed by the raw intensity of his touch. Two fingers slid inside me with an ease that made me tremble, my walls clenching around him instinctively, slickness coating his hand.

It had taken Ryatt hours to find my clit and he found it just like that? Well, perhaps it was the blessing of having fucking countless women with all shapes of vagina.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his voice rough and guttural as his fingers moved in a steady rhythm, coaxing soft, helpless moans from my lips.

I gripped his shoulders tightly, my breath coming in uneven gasps, heat pooling low in my belly. I didn't know if it was the alcohol, my pent-up need, or simply Alex himself, but this was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Even Ryatt had never made me feel this desperate, this alive.

"What a perfect cunt you have, Sienna," Alex murmured, his lips brushing against mine as his eyes bore into me, dark and full of desire. My lips parted with a soft moan, and he withdrew his fingers, only to bring them to my mouth.

"Suck," he commanded, his voice low. Without hesitation, I wrapped my lips around his fingers, tasting myself as my cheeks flushed crimson. He pulled his fingers out slowly and brought them to his own lips, his eyes never leaving mine as he sucked them clean.

"So tight," he whispered, his words dripping with heat, "and begging to be fucked."

I shuddered under his gaze, feeling utterly exposed yet unable to look away. His free hand gripped the fabric of my panties, tearing them away with one swift motion. The sound of ripping fabric filled the room, followed by the soft thud as he tossed them aside carelessly.

Alex pushed my dress up, baring me completely to him. His eyes traveled down my body, lingering on the wet heat between my thighs, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

My skin burned under his scrutiny, a deep blush spreading across my cheeks and down my neck as I struggled to catch my breath.

His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip before his gaze found mine, those piercing blue eyes now darker.

"Lay down, Flower," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

"W-what?" I stammered.

A flicker of realization crossed his face, and he leaned closer, his breath warm against my skin.

"Don't tell me..." His voice was almost disbelieving. "That piece of shit never gave you head."

I bit the inside of my cheek, the truth pressing against my lips. Should I lie? Could I?

My silence was answer enough. Alex exhaled sharply, his hand tightening around my thigh, fingers digging in just enough to make my skin tingle. "God, Sienna. What the fuck were you doing with that asshole all these years?"

"I-I..." The words caught in my throat, tangled and useless.

Alex silenced my stuttering with action, his fingers finding the zipper of my dress and tugging it down in one fluid motion. The fabric slid over my head, discarded without a second thought. With a deft flick of his fingers, my bra came undone, falling away to leave me bare before him.

His gaze roamed over me, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch of my skin. The heat of his scrutiny ignited something deep within me, and I squirmed under his gaze, a desperate ache blooming at my core.

His hand lifted, tracing a featherlight path from the side of my neck to my breast, his fingers circling my hardened nipple with a maddening gentleness. My body trembled at his touch, my thighs pressing together in an attempt to quell the growing wetness that slid down my skin.

"Fuck," he muttered, his voice rough with restraint. His hand found the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss that was nothing short of ravenous. Our hips moved against each other, and I felt his erection pressing firmly against my center, drawing a soft moan from my lips.

"Alex..." The name escaped me, soft and breathless, and I felt him still for just a moment, his body visibly shivering at the sound.

His gaze met mine, darker and hungrier than before. "Say my name again," he demanded, his voice thick with desire.

"Alex," I whispered, my voice trembling with need, the syllables rolling off my tongue like a prayer.

"You're going to be the death of me," he growled, his control slipping. With one swift motion, he pushed me down onto the desk, the cool surface meeting my bare back with a jolt.

Before I could process what was happening, his lips descended, latching onto my pussy.

"Oh my... Alex," I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair as pleasure washed over me in waves, drowning me in his touch

He lifted my thighs, draping them over his shoulders before diving in like a man starved. His mouth claimed me without hesitation, his lips and tongue working from my slit to clit in tandem as if my pleasure were his sole mission.

My hips bucked against his mouth when he pushed his tongue inside of me as waves of heat rippled through me. My breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, and my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. His tongue alternated between flicking over my clit and delving deep into my core, every stroke sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

"Oh my god..." I moaned, the words tumbling out unbidden. "Please... Please... please!"

"Keep begging, Flower," he murmured against my sensitive flesh, the vibrations of his voice teasing me further. "I like the sound of it."

His tongue traced deliberate paths, teasing and tormenting as he dragged the moment out, building me up higher and higher until I thought I might shatter. He was relentless, knowing exactly how to keep me on edge, his movements measured yet devastatingly effective.

I was losing control, my body trembling as sweat glistened on my skin.

Alex wasn't just eating me out—he was unraveling me, tearing me apart piece by piece and remaking me into something entirely his.

He was ruining me for every other man who would not be as good as him.

Then, without warning, two fingers plunged into me, stretching and filling me as he worked them with precision. The wet, lewd sounds of my arousal echoed in the room, mixing with my soft cries. His tongue continued its assault on my clit, each flick driving me closer to oblivion.

"I'm—oh god, I'm coming!" I gasped, my voice breaking as the first orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. My entire body seized, back arching off the desk as the pleasure tore through me, leaving me shaking and breathless.

But Alex didn't stop. Even as I trembled from the aftershocks, oversensitive and raw, he kept going. His hunger only seemed to intensify, and the unrelenting strokes of his tongue pushed me straight into another peak.

Brazen, unrestrained moans spilled from my lips as I clawed at his hair, my hips jerking helplessly. I begged him to stop, only to beg him to keep going seconds later. My body no longer felt like my own; it belonged entirely to him in that moment.

A second orgasm claimed me, then a third, and a fourth. I lost count as the world blurred, stars dancing in my vision. My voice was hoarse, my body trembling uncontrollably.

"Alex," I whimpered, barely coherent, as he finally slowed, his tongue now gentle and soothing as he licked me clean. I lay there, utterly spent, my limbs heavy and useless.

He straightened, wrapping an arm around my waist and lifting me to sit up. I sagged against him, my strength utterly depleted. His fingers brushed stray strands of hair from my face, trailing down to my hip and the curve of my back. Every touch sent a shiver through me, leaving me hyperaware of my nakedness and vulnerability in his arms.

His hand slid to my throat, his grip firm but not constricting as he tilted my chin upward. His lips brushed against mine, his breath warm as he spoke, his voice low and possessive.

"You know what that 'yes' was for, Sienna?" he asked, his piercing gaze locking with mine.

I shook my head weakly, my vision still hazy.

A slow, predatory smile curved his lips. "That was a yes for this—you're mine. From this moment onward," he whispered, his tone leaving no room for argument. He buried his face in my neck, inhaling deeply as his free hand cupped my breast, teasing the sensitive peak with a possessive touch. "And you're never getting away from me again."

If I were in my right mind, I might have panicked, might have run. But in that moment, I wasn't sure if I even existed anymore. All I knew was the heat of his touch, the ache he left behind, and the dark promise in his words.

I let Alexander Grayson spread me on his desk and fuck me with his tongue.....

As the edges of my vision faded to black, one truth became painfully clear: I had crossed a line I could never uncross, and there would be no going back.