The devil

Chapter 22 Cain

Past…

“I’m so close.” Her breasts bounce. Her back arches. Her cunt clenches. “Please.”

“You’ll come when we’re ready,” Damien tells her, licking a line along her slit. Her hands and legs are bound, giving us easy access to do whatever we please.

When he pulls back, I lean in. “So impatient.”

Mrs. Miller moans. “Please, I’ll do anything you want.”

I slide my tongue inside her heat. “What do you mean anything?”

“Any naughty thing you want.” Despite being blindfolded, she looks down. “Name it.”

I pull my mouth away as Damien comes forward again, planting a kiss on her clit. “Will you give me and Cain rim jobs?”

I blink. That’s…intense. And definitely not something I’ve experienced before. Although I’ve watched Damien do it to Mrs. Miller a few times. Usually while I’m pounding her out.  

Mrs. Miller’s down for almost anything, but I’m not sure she’d go for something like that.

“I’ll do it to whoever makes me come first.”

Well, shit. I stand corrected.

Without thinking, I tilt my head and flick her pussy at the same time Damien does. Our tongues nearly touch.  

He pauses and embarrassment courses through me. My only choice is to goad him and play it off as a dare. “What’s the matter? Afraid of a little competition?”

He laughs darkly. “We both know I’m not a chicken shit.” He circles her asshole with his thumb and looks down at my hardening dick. “Unlike you, I have no sexual limits.”

With that, he goes back to eating her out.

My blood burns. Damien’s managed to stir the beast. If there’s one thing I hate more than being teased and ridiculed…it’s losing.

Edging forward, I crowd his space, spearing my portion of her cunt with my tongue. Not one to back down either, Damien laps her clit frantically.

I match his speed, but he’s got the leverage since he’s currently working the spot that guarantees he’ll win.

As if proving my point, Mrs. Miller goes fucking crazy. Screaming so loud I’m regretting not gagging her.

Rage simmers beneath the surface, lighting me up. But that changes to arousal when Damien’s tongue brushes mine.

I tense, and Damien makes a low hum in the back of his throat, mocking me.

Not one to concede, I up the ante. The next time his tongue peeks out I nudge it with mine.

He freezes.

Smirking, I take the opportunity to pick up the slack, attacking Mrs. Miller’s clit like I’m a man on death row and this is the last pussy I’ll ever taste.

She whimpers and bucks her hips. “Oh God. That’s it. I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”

Feeling satisfied I’m going to win, I accelerate, flicking my tongue so fast I feel like the damn thing is going to fall off.

That is until Damien’s tongue glides across mine, licking us both. And this time, it’s not a quick strike—he slides it inside my mouth, intentionally taunting me.

The leverage I gained starts slipping and to my absolute horror, my dick twitches.

Unwilling to accept defeat, I rise to the challenge, massaging his tongue with mine.

He grunts. Mrs. Miller goes nuts.

And I’m happier than a pig in shit, because I know I’m going to win this round.

Until Damien’s hand moves up my thigh, creeping toward my dick.

I still. My balls jolt.

Damien, the fucker, carries on; licking us both while his thumb teases the now throbbing head peeking out of my boxers.

“That feels so good,” Mrs. Miller yells as he continues pleasuring her. “Right there.”

Heat zips up my spine when he pulls on the waistband of my boxers and my erection springs out, slapping my stomach.

Part of me hates what he’s doing, but the other half doesn’t want him to stop what he started.

Mrs. Miller sounds like she’s getting closer and closer. I drive my tongue between his open mouth and her clit, desperate not to lose.

His hand wraps around my dick and I stop breathing. I don’t care who gets me off at this point, all I know is it better happen soon.

He strokes me from root to tip. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” Mrs. Miller screams, unable to see the other situation developing below her do to the blindfold. “I’m go

I thrust into his hand, unable to stop the train that’s officially left the station. Even if I lose the battle of making Mrs. Miller come, I’ll win the war if I come and Damien doesn’t.

He picks up his pace, stroking me so fast it nearly burns. I groan into his mouth, digging my nails into the carpet we’re both kneeling on while Damien keeps working the both of us.

“I’m coming,” Mrs. Miller a

Jesus Christ. He’s full on kissing me now. I don’t know whether I want to puke or come.

I can’t even move if I wanted to because he pins my arms above my head, grinding his dick against my hard-on. I hate his stupid father for building that fucking gym.

I groan when his mouth descends down my torso. I swear to God if he’s intentionally taunting me when I’m at my weakest, I will shove a goddamn stake right through his heart, push my dick in his mouth, and watch him bleed out like the motherfucking devil he is.

He nips my abs, intentionally avoiding my cock. Rage races through me again and I grind my teeth.

My hands which are free now go to his head, but he’s quicker than I am because he maneuvers out of the way at the last moment.

He straddles me, and I notice Mrs. Miller’s panties are in his hand. I’m about to ask what he’s doing, but faster than I can blink, he secures my wrists with them.

I buck my hips, trying to get out from underneath him, but he shifts his weight on top of me, his lips hovering over my ear. “If you want it in my mouth, you better beg me like a good boy.”

“I’m not begging you for shit.” His hand wraps around me again and he swirls the pre-cum around my tip with his thumb. “Fuck.”

I flinch when I realize Mrs. Miller’s still tied to the bed. She can’t see what’s going on, but she’s probably starting to wonder what we’re doing. Damien’s out of his teacher fucking mind if he thinks I’m going to beg him for a blow job in general, let alone in front of a woman. Especially when I’m being restrained by a pair of panties.

Grunting, I drive into his hand. If he’s going to keep jerking me, I might as well get some fucking enjoyment out of it. Hell, maybe karma will take pity on me and I’ll end up spraying my load all over him.

Teach the faggot a lesson he’ll never forget.

He bites a line from my neck to my jaw, sending little zings of pleasure straight to my cock. My chest rises and falls, struggling to get enough air into my lungs as he works his hand up and down my shaft. I’m seething, the wrath I carry around daily surging into something dark and ugly. I dig my teeth into his bottom lip until I taste blood, but that only makes him grin. “Now we’re talking.”

I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but he sweeps his tongue inside, like the serpent he is. When I resist, the hand on my dick grips my balls, forcing me to open my mouth wider. Our teeth clash, and I shove my tongue down his throat, hoping he’ll choke on it.

However, it only entices him, and he starts sucking mine, provoking me.