Unfaithful by Devon Scott Page A

new—unexpected. He is an animal tonight—no longer in control, no longer refined. Tonight he is a beast, out of control, primal in his actions, taking her wares, not asking for permission, no longer wishing to converse.
    Her jeans are peeled down, panties discarded like last week’s newspaper. Legs thrust wide, and then, God help her, it is all happening so damn fast. He is feasting on her with one bite, swallowing her sex into his wet, hot mouth.
    Reese screams in pleasure. Her hips buck in time to his licks and his sinful swallows. He is consuming her now, feeding on her pussy with abandonment, taking her ring-sliced clit into his mouth, teasing at it with his teeth, pulling on the jewelry, distending the flesh…one side over to the other…fingering her insides while he works, tasting the juice that begins to flow like warm nectar. Reese is on fire, grabbing at his hair, neck, and shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin, creating marks, no longer caring, wanting this man to satiate her like no other has.
    There are few words between them.
    She is screaming, grunting, and crying out. The room begins to spin; light lines etched into the ceiling becoming infinite figure eight patterns, and Reese pushes his head away. She knows she will come instantly with a single, feather-like touch. Understands she will gush…not wanting to come, not wanting it to end. Indecision, before she pulls him back down, telling him with her actions that it is okay, as if he has a choice, unleashing everything she has to give into his waiting abyss, pounding on his back as her pelvis bucks like a jackhammer…ass, limbs, toes, and eyes all twitching in the near darkness. He drinks her in, sucks her down willingly, smacking his lips noisily as her honey bastes his face and chin.
    It is a sin the way he devours her.
    She is loving life, and he loves her for this momentary digression.
    The room slows down, ceases to spin. Reese has a sudden reprieve.
    He backs away, fumbles in the near darkness with his belt and pants. She hears him, smells him ready. But she is unprepared when he comes back strong.
    Sheathed, raring to go, he enters her fast and furious. Grabbing her ass with both hands, he pummels her sex, using long, thick strokes that send her into outer space. Reese is beyond pleasure. This joining is something she’s dreamed of but never achieved—hard to put into words or describe, the feeling simply out of this world—this animalistic, ritual joining.
    He is groaning as he pounds her, lips attacking her mouth, teeth mashing against hers as they swallow each other’s tongues. He licks at her chin, chews on the stud in her nose, licks delicately at the flesh above her eye before taking it into his mouth and biting down gingerly.
    Reese is smoldering. She is beyond fire.
    He is a lightning rod.
    He is a monsoon.
    He is out of control, and she is lava. She is molten and can’t stand it, this feeling beyond so fucking good.
    “Take me, daddy!” she yells, guttural talk that feeds his fury.
    Her eyes lock onto his. Her legs splayed as wide as humanly possible, his thick manhood slamming in and out of her, a well-oiled piston, their rhythm rising to a feverish pitch.
    “Fuck me…this shit is yours, daddy…oh God, this shit is yourrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrssssssssssssssssssssssss!”
    He works harder. No let up, not even for a second.
    “Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck, yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!” she hisses, like water on a bonfire.
    Then he is rising up on his forearms and toes, head jutted back, forehead studded with purplish veins as he comes, crying out, “Oh God!” His eyes squish shut as he orgasms into her, shuddering as the waves overtake him, his body rigid, then soft, yin then yang, melting over her, melting into her, flesh gliding to a stop as he puts his weight onto her. His hands reach gingerly for her breasts, slipping a nipple into his mouth, then kissing her sensually on the neck and cheek, settling his face