Running With Devils

Twenty-Four

"And how does my cock feel," he asked, licking his lips as he tightened his grip on the pencil in preparation for his work.

I let out a sighing laugh. "Like a dream I never want to wake from."

I could hear the sound of his pencil scratching away at the paper. It made me come alive. My body began to move, hips rolling against my own hand.

Fuck this was so hot.

"You painted such a vivid picture," he chuckled. "Keep going."

I bit my lip, a powerful surge of blessed pleasure rolled through me.

"When I decided I had my fun, I'd let you use me. Fu—ck. I'd let you fuck me so wildly I'd forget my own name," I barely could get the words out. A desperately melodic sound came from me as my pleasure picked up steam.

My pussy was dripping, the sound of my fingers between my legs was an ocean crashing against the shore. My eyes shut, letting myself go. I had left this world behind entirely.

Sparks ran over my skin as I finished myself off. My hips writhed, pulling my fingers to the very depths.

"There she is," he breathed in awe. "Coralynn— my muse."

I moved for him. My body was his. I was his muse.

"Yes," I gasped.

My inner muscles sucked greedily on my fingers.

His pencil was working furiously against the paper, his breathing was ragged as if he really was the one to make me come undone.

My cum started spilling down my thighs, soaking my panties.

"Levi," I begged. "This is amazing— oh god!"

I heard the stool being thrown back and his footsteps rapidly approaching.

"Fuck," he growled, pulling me from the desk and turning my body to bend me over it. I could hear his belt being undone and his zipper being pulled. "Keep those legs wide."

I was barely able to catch a breath before he yanked down my soaked panties and lined himself up with me.

He thrust deep, pushing my body upwards with the force of his brute strength. My hips would bruise by the edges of that desk.

"Levi," I screamed in pure bliss.

Fuck, his cock had slipped so perfectly inside. It was like magic.

"Sorry," he grunted, moving hungrily inside my spasming body. "I couldn't finish the piece. It was fucking torture having to watch you. A beautifully executed torture, my darling muse."

He pounded at me desperately as if the end of me wasn't deep enough. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips, pulling himself as far as he could go.

"Cum with me," I beckoned breathlessly.

He let out a desperate moan. "Yes, my muse," he said obediently in answer.

And he did. He made one final thrust, holding me to his body. Warmth pumped deep into my pussy. My pussy gave its answer, sucking every last drop he gave until it ran down my legs and spilled to the ground.

"Exactly as I imagined," I breathed. "A dream."

His arms engulfed me from behind, face nuzzling into my freshly tattooed shoulder. I didn't mind the sting this time. The pain reminded me of him.

"I— I'll finish the piece you just commissioned and bring it by later," he panted. "By tonight. It'll be done by tonight."

I laughed softly, lightly running my fingers over his tattooed bicep lightly.

"You keep it," I said, laying my head back against his. "As inspiration."

I could feel his lips curve into a wide smile.

"How generous of you, darling," he chuckled. "Your contribution to the arts will not go unrecognized."

I shifted in his arms, turning to face him.
Levi wasn't just beautiful. It looked like he had been a Greek sculpture carved of marble. A classical sort of beauty contrasted by the wild tattoos that went from his feet to his jaw line, even to the shaved sides of his head. His piercings brought my attention to his strong nose and elegant lips.

I reached for his face. Levi' breath hitched. And I slowly brought my lips to his.

"Thank you," I breathed against him. "I haven't felt beautiful like that in a long time."

He brought his lips softly to my forehead.

"I would be happy to keep reminding you," he said gently.