8 / Devanté Swing pt. 3

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"Fuck I missed you," he moaned against you, your body heating up at his tone.

Your hands untangled from his twist, traveling down to his chest – slowly unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt.

He separated from your lips, his mouth not leaving your face as it traveled down your jaw to your neck. He found your sweet spot immediately – your body responding to his like a machine – like you had never been separated. You moaned as he began to suck on your sensitive spot, the feeling so pleasurable that you threw your head back – giving him more access to your delicate skin.

His large hands, traveled up your back, finding your zipper with ease, sliding it slowly down your body. You gasped as he lifted you off the counter, sliding the material over your body – leaving you in the lace lingerie you never intended anyone to see. The way his eyes traveled over you – looking down at your body like it was the only thing keeping him breathing – made you glad you chose it.

You pulled his shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor – your eyes widening as you took in his newer tats.

"You – " you started, his mouth capturing yours before you could continue.

Your words were lost against his lips, your eyes shutting as you let him consume you. It was in that moment that you realized this – this was where you belonged, where you were meant to be.

"Devante – " you muttered against his lips.

He groaned, reconnecting your mouths, ignoring you.

"Devante," you repeated, giggling softly.

He sighed, his forehead pressing against yours, his eyes still closed, "Please don't – please don't tell me you want me to stop."

You bit your lip, taking his jaw into your hands as his soft eyes met yours, "I don't – God – I never want you to stop."

You reveled in the smile that spread across his face as you continued, "I just – I want you to know that this isn't a whim – I -  I don't want this to be a one-time thing."

"Baby," his hands found your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he kissed your forehead, "I've been waiting for you for months – there is no way I'm ever letting you go again."

You didn't hesitate to reconnect your lips, your mouth moving feverishly against his. You felt his hands wrap around your body, finding your bra clasp – clipping it open with one single move.

You gasped as he slipped it off you – his hazel pupils dilating as he took you in, "You're so beautiful," he said lowly and you duck your head instinctively, embarrassed by the sudden compliment.

"No – no don't do that," Devante placed a hand under your chin, forcing you to look up at him, "Don't look away from me. You're beautiful, _____."

The way he says it, those two simple words 'you're beautiful' is unlike anything you've ever heard. No compliment you've received will ever come close. Said with such sincerity, combined with the intensity of his eyes traveling over you, the sensation is too much for you to bear, your eyes shut again, quick to kiss him.

The feeling of him against you is too much for you to handle, needing more – your hands find their way down to his black jean bottoms, your nimble fingers wrapping around the belt.

You have it unbuckled within seconds, your hand sliding into his pants to grip his hard length. He releases a whimper into your mouth, your legs almost clenching at the sound. Devante is quick to separate your knees, his fingers latching onto the thing straps of your thong, his left arm wrapping around you to lift your body off the counter – sliding your panties off with the other.

You pushed his pants and underwear down with one fell swoop, licking your lips as you take in his gorgeous length.

He looks into your eyes again, searching for any sign of hesitation – but you are too far gone to ever want to separate yourself from him. You nod, his hand gripping one of your hips tightly, his other one taking his dick and pumping it a few times.

"Should I get a condom?" He asks, knowing you're on birth control.

You're quick to shake your head, "I need to feel you, I need to feel all of you."

He groans at your words, his dick twitching in his hand.

"Devante," you gasped, your mind clearing for a moment, "Are you – are you clean?" You hated those words the second they left your mouth, but you couldn't ignore the nagging voice in the back of your head.

"Yes," he said without hesitation, "You're – I haven't been with anyone else."

You wanted to melt into a puddle with the way he was looking at you, his expression so raw and blinding, "Are you?" His voice was a whisper.

You nodded, smiling softly, "Yes. You're the only person I've ever been with."

He blinked, a wide grin spreading over his face, "My girl."

"Yours," you mumbled as he reconnected your lips, his grip on your waist tightening as he slowly pushed his length inside you.

You gasped against his mouth at the sensation of him filling you, his dick stretching your walls as you both released moans of pure bliss.

He waited for a few moments, letting you adjust to him – your pussy far too tight after not being fucked for so long.

"Please," you bucked your hips against his, signaling your readiness for him to take you. You wanted him to wreck you – to consume you and make you forget any moment that you were ever apart.

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as his hips began rocking against you, his dick sliding in and out of you at an accelerating pace – your wetness providing the perfect lubrication.

You threw your head back, reveling in the growls he released as he buried his face into your neck – his dick pounding into you at an unforgiving pace.

"Fuck," he groaned, slapping your ass once, before kneading it in his large hands.

The moans you were releasing were practically animalistic, your brain no longer in control of the sounds you were making.

"Damn baby, I got you wet like this," he growls, his hands gripping your ass as he throws his head back.

"Devante," you chanted his name like a prayer, his pace picking up – the delicious sound of skin hitting skin filling the space.

He is quick to respond to your pleads, lifting you slightly by the hips, then slamming you back down onto his length, moans of pure ecstasy leaving you both. Your kisses grow sloppy as he restlessly bounces you up and down – the familiar tension in your stomach building again. Your hands travel back to the nape of his neck, grasping the soft hair and pulling lightly.

"Fuck baby," he hisses, beginning to kiss your jaw, sucking just below your ear.

You bit your lip, your teeth sinking into the soft skin as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to falling apart. Devante can sense it too, reacting immediately, his hand coming between you to lightly rub your clit.

You shut your eyes tighter than ever, the pleasure becoming too much for you to handle, "babe, wait!"

"Nah, cum for daddy," he responds, not stopping his murderous pace, his length hitting every part of you.

You clench around him again, a guttural groan leaving his perfect lips. The sound is enough to have you falling apart around him, your legs shaking as you mumble as a string of curse words laced with his name.

At the feeling of you shaking around him, Devante is quick to follow – his length twitching inside you – and soon he is gripping you so hard you're sure he's going to leave bruises. You couldn't care less though, the sounds he's making – the only thing you can properly focus on.

He cums inside you with hot spurts, your body relishing in the feeling of him releasing into you after so much time apart.

His forehead falls to yours again – the two of you trying to catch your breath.

"I've missed you so much," you can hear the pure emotion in his voice, your eyes snapping open to find a tear traveling down his sculpted cheek.

You're quick to wipe it away, your mouth locking with his again. The kiss is gentle, passionate – all the words you want to say, everything he means to you – poured into this one simple movement.

You pull away from him after a few moments, smiling at the whimper he releases from the lack of contact, "I've missed you more, I'm so sorry De."

He's quick to shut down your attempt at an apology, "No – that's all in the past now. All that matters is – you're here with me now. And you're never leaving again."

You nod, you lips finding his again, your mind repeating his sentence over and over again – and you know it's true. Truer words have never been spoken – because you are his and he is just as much yours – just like it has always been.

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That's the finale y'all:) I intended to post this yesterday but I had a really bad headache.

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