The Temptress: Tempting the Devil’s son

“You are, in fact, my wife. It’s just a matter of weeks.”

Surprise flashed over her features. Just a matter of weeks? What was he even saying? Was he actually serious about this intrinsic marriage talk, or was this merely one of his games?

Upon beholding the bewildered expression on her face, he tittered with impishness. Her bemused expression amused him to high heavens.

“You sound so confident. Don’t cry when I burst your bubbles.” She uttered with finality as she struggled to break free from his gripping and tormenting grasp.

“Let’s watch and see.” Soon you will become Mrs. Houston. He brushed his lips against hers before finally letting go of her hand.

She pushed him away, glaring at him as she folded her arms.

“I hate seeing you with another woman. Don’t think of flirting with some woman right in front of me, even when I’m not there. Ever again.” She purred with a grave and unsmiling expression.

He was tempted to remind her for the umpteenth time that he wasn’t flirting with her best friend, but he opposed against the idea.

Telling her that would lead to another episode of bickering, and he didn’t want that. He had no choice but to apologize for something he wasn’t guilty of for tranquility to reign. He didn’t want her getting upset again.

“Okay. That would never happen again. I’m sorry. Am I forgiven?” He mouthed an apology, furrowing his eyebrows at her.

“I forgive you. But first…” She bit her lips, sweeping her gaze over his luscious lips.

“You’re mine and I hate sharing. Don’t ever forget that!” She declared, possessively.

“Same here.” He smirked, liking the fact that she was claiming possession of him. He was hers, and she was his.

Her hand hastily reached for the back of his head, and she pulled his hot mouth into hers.

A rush of hormones hits their system the moment their lips lock. And not just their lips were locked, but their souls, colliding with each other in a moment of heated passion. One not being able to survive without the other.

With her sweaty palm still glued to the back of his head, she deepened the kiss, pulling her body into his and kissing him with so much desire coursing through her bodies.

With each lingering trail of his finger on her body left a surge of pleasure racing through her heightened body.

She was focused on the present, captured in a moment of awe. Nothing else mattered but she and the man she was kissing.

His tongue stroked softly against hers, throwing her nerves into excitement.

With each gentle stroke of his tongue against hers, she felt her panties dampening and her heart racing in her chest. So hard that it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

He moved his hands along her hips until he was grabbing her butt. He groped and fondled with her ass until she was a whimpering mess.

Good thing they were in a secluded and dark corner away from people’s eyes. And the loud music was a good cover too, as it petrified the moans that left her mouth.

He swiftly turned her around, bending her over such that her ass was caressing his hardened cock.

Her eyes dilated in bewilderment, as she didn’t expect him to do that. She revelled how hard his cock felt against her ass, and it made her libidinous.

She wanted him to just fuck her already. Her patience was already running thin. She could no longer withstand the strong desires that washed through her body each time he touches her. She was slowly succumbing into the well of concupiscence.

Only him could quench the itching she felt in-between her legs. A strong itching to be fucked.

“Drake!” She moaned, feeling tingles run up her spine. He felt so fucking perfect against her ass. Like it belonged there.

She wished he could just rip off her panties and plunge deep into her needy pussy till his cock was touching her goddamn cervix.

And as if she were under some sort of spell, she commenced grinding her ass against his cock.

He threw his head backwards, biting his lips, feeling sparks shoot up his nerves as he let out low, repeated grunts.

He could almost imagine ripping to shred her dress and fucking her hard in this goddamn position. He wanted so badly to screw her hard from behind.

His restraint was slowly diminishing with each swirl her ass made against his cock.

“Fuck!” He cursed. “You have no idea how much I wanna fuck you from behind.”

“Do it, baby. I want you to fuck me hard. I can’t help it anymore!” She whimpered, feeling her pussy clench in need. Her panties were in the ruins as she was soaked to the core.

He grabbed her waist, abruptly halting her actions. He feared that if he continued, all his restraint would be gone.

She swiftly turned around, sealing his lips with her own. Swathing her arms around his neck, she pulled his tongue deeper into her mouth as she kissed him like a heated bitch.

Electricity ran through their bodies, igniting it in the flame of carnal pleasure. They kissed wildly, like two untamed beasts, each seeking dominance but never bowing to the other.

She deliberately dropped one of her hand from his neck, her hand reaching for his erection. She latched onto it gently, and he moaned in her mouth, hastily pulling out of the breathtaking kiss.

“Ariana…” He panted.

“Shh.” She placed her finger on his lips, shushing him up. She leaned into his neck, kissing, fondling, twirling and licking his neck just like he had always done to hers. Her actions left him groaning and shivering in a wave of fleshly and raw desire.

She smirked, loving the fact that making her weak wasn’t just his job, it was also her job. She felt this surge of power and lust flow through her body, knowing that could control him with just her touch.

“I want you!” She tugged on his earlobe, her hand reaching for his zipper as she swiftly undid it.

“Riri…” He tried to protest, but she shushed him up yet again. Fuck, she was driving him nuts!

“I want you to fuck me. How hard is that?” She slid her hand into his briefs, grabbing his monstrous cock and freeing it from his briefs where it was previously enshrouded .

He grunted in immense pleasure, feeling tingles barrel up his spine. She stroked his member slowly, and he emitted groans of voluptuousness.

“Don’t act you don’t want it, you’re so hard. I have never seen you this hard before. This turns you on, right?” She asked, her gaze sultry and full of sexual desire.

She applied some saliva to her palm for lubrication. Grabbing his fat length, she caressed his member with a swift pace.

“Yes,” he rasped, his body shuddering in delish.

His eyes were sealed shut, his head thrown backwards, and his mouth wouldn’t stop emitting small, guttural sounds that sounded like music to her ears.

His moans seemed to make her wetter. She was so fucking horny. She badly needed him to fill her up with his massive cock and fuck her till she was screaming his name and writhing underneath his body in relish.

“Will you fuck me now?”

“Riri…”

“Will you?” She added more saliva as she resumed stroking his cock with a splitting pace.

His breath quickened, heart racing in his chest as small, breathy groans of pleasure left his mouth.

With each lingering stroke, she took along his shaft, she felt his member swell in her hand.

“I’m gonna fucking cum!” He bit his lips, stifling the moan that almost left his mouth.

She dropped to her knees, still fondling his member. She swept her gaze over his penis. He was a throbbing mess down there, so hard and so fucking wet. Gosh, his cock was already dripping with pre cum.

She felt her pussy tighten in fervor and intense longing. She wanted so badly to fuck him.

“Put it in your mouth already.” He grunted in impatience. She opened her mouth, inching towards his cock with a deliberately slow pace. Her teasing approach was driving him insane.

The moment he felt her warm breath getting close to the head of his dick was mesmerizing.

“Please.” He groaned in desperation.

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Omg! Did Riri just make Lucifer beg?