Devil in the Waters, Book 8, Chapter 15

The insanity of what they were doing had her heart racing in the red zone. Danger had never thrilled her more. Even if she never got the nerve to play this recording for Josh, the act of recording it might drive her mad.

Here alone with Devlin in his apartment, a secret passageway leading from this moment to Josh’s ears.

Outside of Devlin’s kitchen, they stood face to face a half-dozen feet apart. Devlin had his cock out, half-aroused. The thing was enormous. Josh had never seen it hard. She thought of ways to introduce into this recorded conversation with Devlin a description of what she saw, but she could devise nothing that wouldn’t break credulity. She would describe it to Josh, whisper it in his ear while they fucked later.

If she ever got the nerve to play this recording for him.

Josh, I’ve never seen anything like it. When it’s hard, it wags between his legs like a horse’s cock. When it’s fully hard, a fistful’s length of shaft behind the head is a brighter color than the darker shaft. He is really hung like a horse.

Her shirt was pulled to one side. Part of the act. Showing Devlin her bare breast. Devlin regarded her hungrily. Playing the game. Not wrecking it by going too far, but still offering enough to surprise her. His wariness of Josh’s psyche was impressive. They’d never even discussed how this performance would go.

Devlin stepped closer now and she re-covered her bared breast protectively. She said, “Stay on your side.”

“Tell me when to stop, Kimmy. I still haven’t heard you tell me to stop.”

“Don’t come closer. Don’t let that thing touch me,” she said, smiling at Devlin.

Devlin smiled back. “You can stop me anytime you want.” He came closer still, that impressive cock wagging out ahead of him, halfway down his thighs.

She said, “If that thing touches me, I’ll scream.”

“I’m sure you will. I’ve heard how you scream. And that’s with Josh’s little dick. What do you think the noises would be like if I turned you around bent you over that couch and fucked you from behind?”

“I think we’re crossing a line here, Devlin,” she said, already in the editing process. This was too far. If Josh heard this, he would insist they call the police and consult a human resources lawyer. She smiled and put up a hand for Devlin, indicating their theater was over. But Devlin persisted, coming close enough his cock dragged on her bare leg.

He pulled her close, loomed above her, his handsome face over hers. He said, “When is it going to be my turn?”

“Your turn for what?”

“My turn to take you into a bedroom and fuck noises out of you that Josh can hear all the way down at the beach. Should we do it in Cayman?”

She played along, though Josh would never hear this. She said, “Fair is fair.”

“That’s the spirit. You talk to Josh. Tell him you want it. Tell him you want this . . .”

Devlin took her by the wrist and held out her hand below their belt lines. He slapped his cock into her palm, purposely producing a loud sticky skin-on-skin slap. Josh would crumble to dust if he heard it.

The thought of Josh listening to this drove her so wild her knees went weak and her thighs shook. She gripped Devlin’s huge cock and said, “This would make me scream.”

“I would love to hear you scream,” he said, and brushed his fingers through her hair above her ear. Her nipples hardened further.

She said, “You’re so much bigger than Josh.”

“You were curious and now you know. You like it?”

“I’m scared of it.”

“Don’t be scared, Kimmy,” he said, tracing fingers through her hair again. “Trust me, this will be the best fuck you’ve ever had. What you have in your hand is going to become your best friend, when you sleep at night you’re going to dream of it.”

She snuffled laughter and covered her mouth with her hand in case Josh heard that and knew they were teasing him. But Josh could never hear the recording this far. She would delete it. And if she had any sense, Josh would never hear a single second of this crazy idea she had. Recording her with Devlin to tease her husband was only for her.

Devlin leaned closer and she arched her back until he bent her over the side table at the back of one of his couches. He kissed her, and she kissed him back, wet smacking sounds, moans. She imagined how hard Josh would get if he ever heard this. She began to stroke and manipulate Devlin’s cock. It was huge, but not yet turgid. It was hard enough to fuck her, but when she stroked it bobbed and swung. She stroked and kissed until he grew all the way hard. “Holy shit,” she gasped around their kissing. “You’re so huge.”

Devlin sidestepped with her, unbuttoned her shirt then thumbed at her nipples. She moaned and gasped, reached in her pocket and took out her phone. Before she could thumb-close the recording, Devlin’s hand gripped her wrist. “Keep it going,” he whispered in her ear, and guided her by the wrist to set the phone down on the side table. “What would Josh do if he heard this?”

She looked up at his devious smile, her nipples alert, engorged and hurting, the open hems of her silky dress shirt brushing against their swollen sides. Devlin whisked her around to face away from him, and bent her over the couch. She grabbed a pillow, held it to her chest and chin and Devlin raised raised her skirt.

Devlin growled with pleasure. “No panties. You came prepared. Came to see my cock and knew what you wanted me to do with it.” He beat his erect penis on both her ass cheeks, then dragged the huge cock head through her sopping wet folds.

She bit the pillow, then gasped out, “Are you going to fuck me?”

“I haven’t had this pussy in a week, and it’s all I thought about every day.” He pushed it inside her, and the size of his cock head alarmed her. A week without him, and his size could still surprise her. She kicked off her high-heeled shoes, imagining laying in bed and having the courage to play the recording this far, whispering into Josh while she jerked off his cock: “Those were my shoes hitting the floor.”

What would Josh think? She suspected his head would pop like an overfilled balloon. And combined with that riling thought, Devlin eased half his huge cock inside her and got her babbling, air rushing into her lungs. It felt incredible. Her nails dug into the pillow and she bit it again. Devlin pulled back, a slick sound from her pussy she hoped her phone’s recorder picked up. When he shoved in again, she came.

It was the bewildering badness of this situation. The absolute high-stakes danger that thrilled her like nothing ever before. It was more than just Devlin. It was Devlin and Josh multiplied by the most lubricious sexual feelings she’d ever had in her life. She came and came again, pussy flexing then quivering and flexing again. Devlin fucked her faster, the squelching liquid sounds making everything better. Or worse. Not going deep, but giving her more than half of what he had, already more cock than anyone man should have.

Now she babbled and moaned, playing it up, fantasizing that Josh could hear her getting fucked this way. Getting pleasure that Josh could never give her. But in her core, somewhere just below her heart muscle, burned a coal-fired diamond of knowledge: she couldn’t be with Devlin without Josh. Not for real. The only cement that held her together with this asshole she didn’t even really like, was the buttery pleasure derived from Josh’s sexual torment. Had it always been about that?

Never in her life had she ever been this kind of terrible human being. Never before had she desired Devlin Stone. At Tiffany’s party she clearly hated Devlin Stone. After Tiffany’s party she clearly hated Devlin Stone. The only thing that brought her together with him was Josh’s fear that it would happen.

She came again, gasping out and crying. Devlin slowed, letting her trembling pussy milk him. He undid her bun, twirled his hand in the loosening hair and fisted it. He pulled. She cried out and grabbed her own hair to relieve the tearing pain. And now Devlin fucked her hard. With a fistful of her hair, her back arched, bent over his leather couch, he gave her everything. Hard and fast. Her thighs shook, her ass cheeks bounced, her small breasts jittered. She gripped his hand that held her hair, her other claw clamped on the pillow to support her weight. She came again.

Devlin growled, knowing she was coming. And she pictured now Josh not listening, but sitting in Devlin’s leather chair across from the couch. Sitting there watching his wife used and abused, getting turned inside out by his high school bully’s horse cock. Watching her body writhe and twist with pleasure, listening to his wife’s ecstatic gasps. Josh would come right in his pants.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God!

This time when she came her stomach muscles went iron and she cramped and twisted trying to alleviate the pain that came with the hugest orgasm of the night. She felt Devlin’s massive size inside her glide with renewed ease as her orgasm flooded her canal. Devlin roared with mighty masculine pleasure. She gasped and cried, shouted out for him to come inside her.

Devlin loved it, letting her hair go and folding over her back. He supported her weight with his muscular forearms folded in an X over her chest. “You want my come in your belly?”

“Come inside me,” she said.

“You want it?”

“Come deep inside me.”

His cock probed deeper, provoking an uncomfortable feeling as his manhood rolled over parts inside her that only Devlin ever touched. Then he was deep as he could go, and she stilled, not wanting that uncomfortable feeling to return. Devlin’s thrusting became minuscule. As his cock began to flex and bulge inside her, she came again. A little one this time, but the ecstasy had exhausted her. She slumped on the couch, bare feet on his hardwood floor, not even supporting her weight now. Then he humped—not pulling or pushing, just throbbing. He was coming inside her.

She grabbed his hands and dragged her nails over the backs of them. “I feel you coming,” she gasped.

Devlin growled and grunted, and his cock continued to pulse inside her. The fullness was incredible. The depth was incredible. Every fold and corner inside her had been pushed out and stretched to full tightness. And his cock continued to jet his semen all the way into the furthest reaches of her insides.

The two of them at last collapsed, exhausted. Devlin’s hands flat on the couch seat, on either side of the pillow. They both gasped and panted for air. Then she began to chuckle.

“That was worth waiting a week for,” she said.

“You’re the fucking hottest woman I’ve ever met in my whole life.”

“Thank you,” she said, then wondered if he fished for compliments in return. She let it go. Devlin was a big boy and she didn’t need to worry about his ego.

Devlin eased off her back, both of their bodies flushed and hot, sticky with sweat. He eased his cock out of her, let the head nestle in her entrance and stroked out the last of his seed. But when he pulled out, a flatulent burble sent a splatter of his come down the inside of her thigh.

It took her half a minute to work herself to stand upright. Devlin stood before her, confident and masculine and full of himself. His cock wagged, one hand kneading his balls. He said, “Get on your knees.”

She showed him her own confident face, but lowered to her knees before him. He held upright his cock, the head of it above his navel. She kissed his hanging balls, pulled one of them into her mouth.

Devlin let his heavy cock drop on her face. It had weight.

She ran her tongue up the underside and put him in her mouth continue to suck the rest of his come. He admired her while she did, and he said, “If Josh could see you now.”

She laughed around his cock, pulled it out and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She held up the hand and Devlin helped her to stand. She limped sideways to the table where her phone sat. Turning one knee outward to look down the inside of her thigh were his semen dribbled in rivulets below her knee. She said, “I need to have a shower.”

“Let me join you.”

She chuckled, and turned off the recording.