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by Devil's Pact (lit)

  Leaving him no choice but to watch Megan straddled on Caleb’s lap, thighs wide, flesh bared wantonly. Her swollen, rosy lips drenched with her desire, throbbed with need as Caleb’s cock disappeared into her tight ass while a hand kneaded her breast and another tunneled into her pussy.

  He could see the desperation on her face, almost feel the greedy lust taking over her body, the tormenting, ravenous need, the want. Her body was searching, struggling, not only for completion, but a means to quench its insatiable hunger. She wanted him. No matter what position, no matter how she moved, pushed herself down on Caleb or how deep or hard he thrust, it would never be enough to satisfy her the way he could.

  To stay and watch as she helplessly sought her pleasure, gave into her lust, submitted another to ram into her and not able to touch her, pleasure her, to bury himself inside the hot, lush, ripeness of her sweet, little body was pure hell.

  Devin stood, hot, hard, hungry and aching for a woman, unable to remain another moment. Their sounds of pleasure, her climatic cries swirled around him like a dark, stormy cloud. It aroused the hell out of him. He stalked off toward the barn doors with every intention of leaving. Cheri and her obliging friends at Jazelle’s crossed his mind. He pushed the thought away just as quick.

  As he passed the erotic floor show, the musky scent of her arousal struck him. Incited him. Weakened him. His gaze roamed over her smooth, silken skin, now flushed with passion, glistening with perspiration, trembling with her release. Caleb cupped a firm, round breast in a tight grasp as she whimpered into his mouth. He knew all too well what Caleb was feeling as her vaginal muscles milked his coated fingers, the heat of the narrow canal tightening around his cock, as spasm chased spasm. The knowledge only added fuel to a carnal fire burning so hot, it charred the gates of hell.

  Picking up the discarded rifle, he returned the safety before tossing it into a far-off hay stack in the corner of the barn. Undoing his laces, he freed his cock. It felt stone-hard and hot as he tried to wrap his hand around the girth. Heavy in his grip, his flesh ached, throbbed in agony from the lust raging through his body, clouding his senses.

  His fingers clenched in her hair, pulling her free from Caleb’s mouth. She gave a small shriek of surprise, confusion, shock as he forced her head back to face his.

  His chest heaved as hazel eyes, heavy-lidded with arousal, looked up into his. She provoked him, pushed him too far, shattered his control. Now, it was the time to pay the ultimate price. The moment her eyes widened—glazed with fear, shock, and something else that speared his soul—he knew she realized the error of her ways, the depraved desires she tempted.

  “Oh, God,” she breathed so softly, he almost didn’t hear. Her eyes lowered to his hand. She stared and her lips parted, releasing a small whimper. Anticipation, need, fear, nerves? It didn’t matter. She was sucking him, regardless.

  “That’s right, baby. You want to play with a man’s weapon. Play a man’s game. I’ll show you how it’s done.” He could see her body trembling, shuddering at the savage warning in his voice, the primitive lust vibrating in the tone. He pulled her forward, and her passion-filled whimper nearly destroyed him.

  Caleb grabbed her hips as he continued to thrust and plunge toward culmination. His tortured expression edged in fervor, desperate in his quest. Devin ignored him. What he intended could be done with Caleb’s cock still buried deep within her curvy rump.

  “Suck it,” Devin growled wickedly. Slowly, she parted her lips, leaned in closer. Her luscious, pink lips were a warm breath away from the swollen tip. He sucked in a deep breath and held it. He watched as her eyes narrowed on the drop of pre-cum escaping from the tiny hole. He exhaled slowly.

  “Take it in your mouth and suck it. And be quick about it.” He used her words against her, ordering her like she ordered Caleb, except with a level of intensity only he could provide.

  The pointed tip of her tongue swept over the slit, licked the droplet off the head of his cock. The hard flesh twitched with pleasure and expectation in his tight grasp. He gritted his teeth, struggling to control the groan of pleasure rumbling deep in his throat. She mustn’t know how much he needed this. How much he wanted to bury himself in her hot little mouth. How much he wanted her. How desperately he needed her. No woman would ever be allowed to hold that kind of power over him. Not Megan, not anyone.

  Her eyes flickered with smugness as more fluid seeped from the end.

  Devin was far from satisfied. The need too great, too intense. Too damned agonizing.

  “Not fast enough, Megan.” Moving both hands, his fingers curled around her hair, holding her face steady. He thrust into her partially open mouth, pushed roughly past her moist, warm lips. She gagged as half of his erection slid through her mouth, hit the back of her throat. He groaned, shuddered involuntarily as her spasms massaged his cock. “Make it good,” he growled harshly. “Suck it hard until I come in that sharp mouth.”

  Relaxing her throat muscles, she moaned over his flesh, and he relished every subtle nuance. She didn’t have to be told what he liked. Sucking on his cock several times a day, she already knew. Pulling back slightly, she had that, ‘I’m going to suck you so good you’ll be begging’ look on her face.

  He wasn’t about to let her take the lead.

  “Use your tongue, Megan,” he demanded as he pulled out completely. He halted her moan of protest as he pushed further back in, causing her to gag once more. He paused until he could feel her tongue bathing his hard flesh with her salvia, easing the way for him to slide between her lips.

  “Swallow like I taught you,” he groaned ruggedly as he withdrew, then pushed back forcefully. He stayed in the hot, moist confines of her mouth until the milking reflex in her throat subsided. She swallowed more of his length down her throat, slurping on his flesh with her hot tongue.

  “Oh, shit! I’m coming,” he heard Caleb groan as lust exploded through his body. Jerking so severely with his release, Megan shook, raked her teeth over his sensitive flesh as he slid past her lips. Devin closed his eyes, groaning fiercely as the tremors heightened the wild, primal lust pulsing through his body, tormenting his ragged senses until he wanted to scream, die from sharp edge of pain that was sheer pleasure.

  Slowly, he opened his eyes as he felt Caleb reposition Megan. He didn’t have to imagine the need to possess, hunger for more. He’d lived it every day since he met her. He watched Caleb stand, knees slightly bent to accommodate for her small size. Maintaining their contact, Caleb tightened his grip on her hips and started thrusting into her once more with a newfound fury.

  Bending over her back, legs braced wide, Caleb drove into her. She had to stretch her slender neck, arch her head backward to keep Devin’s flesh buried in her mouth. Her gasps and moans massaged him, poured fiery sensations of excess arousal through his body. Each of Caleb’s hard thrusts sent her plunging forward, impaling his cock further than ever before in her overstretched, overfilled mouth.

  “Yeah, baby,” Devin growled in shocked astonishment, total carnal bliss as most of him nearly disappeared down her throat. The tight spasms clenched around him as she fought, struggled to swallow every inflamed inch.

  “Suck it, baby. Take it all.” He found Caleb’s rhythm. With each powerful thrust from behind, Devin surged forward, plunging as much of his erection down her slippery throat as she could take. His tight scrotum slapped against her chin. He watched, amazed, overjoyed, crazed with lust as she shut her eyes, drew her lips taut around him as if in deep concentration. He was intent to give, as well as receive pleasure. An exquisite sight, and intense erotic sensations overwhelmed him as she suckled him hungrily, moaning and gasping as though she couldn’t get enough of him.

  “Open your eyes, baby. Look at me while you suck my cock.” Devin’s fingers tightened in her hair.

  She groaned, her eyes snapping open. Their eyes locked. Her hazel gaze was heavy-lidded, darkened with arousal, glazed with desire and the depths flared with incitement at the prickling pain on
ly he knew she loved so well. She ran her tongue along the pulsing head as he pulled out and sucked it hard each time he pushed in.

  “Harder, suck, harder,” he said.

  She did as she was told, driving him insane with unspeakable lust. He held her face still as he began to thrust his hips, fucking her mouth with his cock as hard and deep as he would her body. He groaned with pleasure and drove into the heat of her velvet depths as he felt her nails digging into his buckskin-clad buttocks, nearly tearing through the softened leather.

  “I’m going to come, Megan,” Devin warned with a deep growl, forgoing all aspect of control as she tightened her suction, relaxing her throat as he slid in so deep, he’d swear his cock went past her shoulders. She sucked down most of his long length, and he crammed her hungry, greedy mouth over and over again. His scrotum tightened, filled with his seed, the sensations shooting up his spine, tearing through his cock.

  In a haze of erotic pleasure, he was vaguely aware of Caleb’s final thrust rocking Megan. Devin’s own body arched and shuddered, his chest ready to burst and legs give out as his climax pushed forward, tore through. He shouted for Megan to swallow. His body convulsing, trembling against her mouth as he held her face to his groin, her lips light around the base, damp curls tickling her skin. His guttural roar bounced off the barn walls as his hot seed shot down her throat in thick spurts. Caleb’s own shout of pleasure sliced through the air, which was thickened with their sexual scent, the heat of their passion, and their cries of pleasure.

  Chapter 24

  “Devin, I did as you asked,” Megan muttered weakly, seeing the fire burning bright in his charcoal gaze as he stared down at her. She wiped the traces of his semen from the corners of her lips and felt Caleb’s harsh breathing warm on her back, his arms wrapped around her waist, cock snugly inside her anus.

  “Pointing a rifle at me is doing as I asked? Hardly,” Devin replied darkly.

  “I’m sorry Devin.” Megan quivered.

  “Hell, if it was just me, I could probably forgive you. But you threatened Deuce, Megan. No one does that and lives.” He was still breathing ragged, deep, from the sustained vigor of the sexual act. The look in his eyes summed up in one word—dangerous.

  Deuce lifted his head and neighed his full agreement, a bewitching mockery from within his stall.

  Her eyes widened, a sense of fright spread through her. Without question, Caleb was struck by the gravity behind the warning. Breathing still labored, he straightened, and their bodies parted. Placing a calming, tender hand on her hip, he moved her to his side and stepped in front of her, shielding her with his naked body.

  Her hands shook on his forearms as she peered around the refuge of Caleb’s side toward Devin. The scent of their recent passion was thick, heavy in the air, as was the threat. Formidable danger loomed in front of her by way of sheer brawn and strength.

  “Uh, Devin, don’t you think you’re being a little too harsh?” Caleb asked. “It’s only a horse.”

  The look in Devin’s eyes was a fatal warning. Caleb’s next word would be his last.

  “Deuce is no fucking horse. He’s my partner. Only thing that’s kept me alive all these years. You kill him, you better damn well have killed me first.” His voice came hot and ominous from his broad chest as it rose with a violent turbulence.

  She swallowed the knot in her throat and felt Caleb stiffen under her palms. This was her fight, not his. Death was preferable than witnessing Caleb harmed by any means. “I know what he means to you.” she murmured softly, seductively, appealing to the overly abundant, innate sexuality pulsing through his veins, if not the man himself. “I never would have shot him. I was mad enough to shoot you, but never Deuce.”

  “Doesn’t matter. What’s done is done. You have to be punished, Megan.”

  “Your certainly can’t kill her,” Caleb protested vehemently.

  She watched Devin in awe. Raw carnality shone in his hardened gaze, yet his muscled body was taut with deep-rooted anger. At times, even he could not control it either. She hoped this was not one of those occasions. Tension carved in his hard-edged expression, torn between the passionate emotions separated by a fine line.

  Fully clothed, with only the front of buckskins undone, his cock hung heavily between his muscled thighs, nestled between two massive balls. Devin stood eye–to-eye in front of Caleb. He dominated the naked man with his brawn, height and disproportionate level of attire.

  Her heart sped up. He knew what that fury raging through his system, that powerful dominance he exuded, and the raw sexual magnetism blazing in his eyes did to her.

  “Stand aside, Caleb.” Devin’s voice was low, firm and held that air of authority that made lesser men flinch.

  “I can’t do that. I won’t let you hurt Megan.” He stood unyielding.

  Megan glanced up at him, more than a little impressed. She was definitely flattered and touched he would risk all for her. Her gaze flicked back and forth as they stared each other down. Neither would submit.

  The tension these two, tall, powerful, handsome men oozed washed over her, made her hotly aware of her own delicate femininity. Any normal person would have been terrified, frightened for their own safety. Not her. Instead, she was tempted, excited, aroused by her pathetic need and lust-filled desires, have her body, passion, lust swept away by all that manly strength, sexual virility and masterful dominance.

  “Megan’s been punished before. She knows what to expect,” he said to Caleb, but his gaze never left her.

  Caleb eyes lowered toward her. She blinked up at him, feeling strangely shy as heat flushed her face. She was embarrassed at having her secret shame exposed, ashamed because she felt decadently wicked, realizing how Devin planned to punish her.

  Hesitantly, she shifted her gaze. “Devin…” she whispered, feeling vulnerable, helpless under her own depraved weaknesses. Each time Caleb looked at her, he saw Megan Adams, a young, innocent fourteen-year-old girl, naïve in the ways of life. That girl no longer existed.

  “Tell him, Megan. It doesn’t hurt…too much.” His voice was soft, suggestive. His smile wicked, sinful. The look in his eyes intense, searing, burning awareness inside her body.

  She shouldn’t be responding to the threat of pain. Heaven help her, she was. Treacherously, her clit throbbed, and the liquid heat started to seep down her vagina, easing the way in anticipation. Feeling her breasts tighten, she glanced down and saw her nipples, rock-hard little peaks bursting from darkened areolas. Biting her lip, she knew Devin was vividly aware. His wicked punishment excited her, despite the mild pain he inflicted. It only heightened her arousal, her need for more. Always for more.

  Devin’s smile was one of triumph as she stepped from behind Caleb and accepted the hand he held out.

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  Puzzled by Megan’s lack of protest, Caleb watched as Devin led her dainty nude form to the back wall where the wooden crates were stacked. She was so small and fragile, so utterly helpless and so very wanton. Her lips were swollen. Her long, golden ringlets, in disarray from Devin’s exuberant treatment, fell loosely over her shoulders and down her back.

  And as she walked away, his gaze smoothed over the long sweep of her graceful back, narrow hips and perfectly rounded buttocks. Her skin was like fresh untouched cream. He glimpsed the little rosette between her cheeks as her curved hips swayed with each step, reddened, loosened and seeping with his semen. His cock stirred, thickened and elongated instantly.

  Spirit of a whore, heart of an ingénue, and body of a goddess.

  “Like sitting on crates, Megan?” Devin queried in his well-modulated voice as he took a seat on the double-stacked crates, where he’d sat during her sinful display designed to make him jealous.

  Caleb was no fool. Because she suffered so deeply, Megan sexually used him to lash out the only way she knew how, and he enjoyed every damned moment. Except now. Wary. Now, he didn’t know what was going to happen as he heard Devin calmly order, “You know what to do, Megan
.”

  “Devin, please. I won’t do it again. I promise.” A hint of fear mixed with lust flickered in her gaze. It piqued his interest.

  “No, Megan. It’s too late for promises.”

  Despite her protests, he could see the effect the threat of punishment triggered. Her face flushed with arousal, and her nipples tightened on her swollen mounds. Without even looking or touching, he knew she was soaked. He could hardly control his own excitement or anticipation of what was coming. He was undeniably hot.

  She shrieked when Devin grabbed her by the arm and pulled her onto his lap. The tips of the brown leather slippers she still wore barely touched the ground.

  Caleb’s eyes grew wide as Devin raised his hand, and the sound of flesh slapping bared flesh again and again coursed through him like a torrent of scorching lava. The heat built a fire in his loins, straight to his throbbing cock as his beloved Megan cried out. Her small body trembled, jerked, bucked against Devin as the stinging force branded her ass.

  Although he was an active member of a Parisian club that catered to every sexual deviant perversion imaginable, Caleb never partook. Occasionally he passed rooms where the more aggressive domineering or bondage venues were available. He lacked the desire to participate. Megan, so tiny and frail in comparison to the well-tanned, massiveness of Devin looming over her, was daunting, erotic, breathtaking. Demanding submission, Devin’s deep voice a formidable persuasion, was riveting.

  Little pale cheeks burned crimson as she continued to cry out. Cries devoid of protest, filled with pleasure, sinful decadence as each blow against the other man’s large palm landed on her bare bottom. Her body arching against him, breasts thrusting forward as her head and hair tossing wildly.

  “Open your legs, Megan. Let me see how much you dislike what I’m doing.” Devin’s voice was a dangerous whisper as he ran a caressing hand along her back. Impelled by recklessness, a thrill of forbidden pleasure, Caleb found himself unable to look away.