“Never what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, already sliding off his leather jacket faster than he had with the pants.
“I’ve never… touched myself in front of anyone. Usually… it’s not like this.”
“Today, everything isas you want. If you don’t want it, we won’t do it,” he declared, his expression softening into one of focused intensity. He began to peel off his form-fitting black turtleneck, revealing inch after inch of flawless, sun-kissed abdominal muscles that rippled like a perfectly sculpted work of art. Mesmerized, I watched as his fingers, adorned with glittering silver rings, traced the defined lines of his eight-pack, tracing the contours of each rigid cube.
Unable to resist the primal urge to touch myself, I allowed my hand to drift between my thighs, spreading my legs just enough to grant access. Two fingers plunged into my soaked, aching heat, and I let out a breathy moan at the sudden penetration. He froze, his eyes widening as he took in the erotic sight of me pleasuring myself mere inches from his now bare torso.
As he knelt before me, I drank in the full glory of his naked form, from his broad, muscular shoulders to his trim waist andpowerful thighs. He gazed at me with a look of utter amazement etched on his handsome face, his lips parted slightly as if he were holding his breath in awe of the debauched vision before him.
"More, please..." he rasped, his voice a guttural plea. His long, serpentine tongue, forked at the tip, snaked out from between his lips before retreating back into his mouth with uncanny ease, as if it were a well-practiced maneuver. I shuddered at the thought of what that wicked tongue might feel like exploring the intimate recesses of my body, and I knew I craved the chance to find out, consequences be damned.
VII
Iplunged my fingers deep into my aching, dripping pussy once more, eliciting a barely audible but profoundly arousing moan from my devilish stranger. The sound of his pleasure was enough to push me to the brink, my body trembling on the edge of upcoming shattering climax. He gazed down at me, his eyes burning with a hunger that set my very soul aflame.
Gentle but firm, his large hand wrapped around my neck, guiding me to lay back upon the luxuriously plush carpet. Whether it was the soft fibers or the scorching passion consuming us both, my skin prickled with heat. In an instant, he was nestled between my thighs, looming over me like a dark king claiming his queen. With a tender gesture, he splayed my hair across the carpet, a halo of tousled gold against the rich black hue.
"Damn, you're so beautiful..." he murmured, his voice a low, sinful rasp. "Fucking devil, I’ve never seen anything more exquisite in all my eons of existence." His words, sweet as the forbidden fruit that tempted Eve, washed over me, stoking the inferno raging within.
As his hand drifted down from my neck, he cupped my breasts, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. I arched into his touch, a breathy moan escaping my lips as he squeezed and kneaded the sensitive mounds. Then, with a deliberate, teasing motion, he pressed his hips against mine, the hot, hard length of his cock sliding torturously over my stomach.
"And tell me, my sweet little kitten," he purred, a wicked glint in his eyes, "how do you imagine I’ll fit this inside your tight pussy?" Before I could formulate a response, he had slipped his hand between my thighs more, his fingers probing and parting my glistening folds. He gathered the copious evidence of my arousal, raising his hand to reveal my essence glistening obscenely on his fingers.
"Is this all for me... all this need, all this desire..." His voice dropped to a husky whisper, the sexiest sound I'd ever heard, sending shivers racing down my spine. All I could manage in response was a breathy moan "Mhmm..."
He wrapped his hand around the thick, throbbing shaft of his cock, and with a wicked grin playing at the corners of his mouth, he decided to tease me mercilessly. He dragged the swollen head over my aching, sensitive clit, his jaw clenching as he fought for control. Behind hooded lids, his eyes flashed with a predatory hunger, the crimson embers within them burning into my very soul.
"Please fuck me," I whimpered, the plea falling from my lips like a prayer. He smiled then, a slow, sinful curve of his mouth that spoke of ancient knowledge and dark promisesfulfilled. As if he had been waiting an eternity to hear those words from my lips.
"Okay, kitten," he purred, his voice a seductive caress. His demonic tongue, forked and piercing, slithered out from between his lips once more. He bent down, burying his face between my thighs, his blond head disappearing from view. My fingers tangled in his silken locks of their own accord, anchoring him to me, urging him closer.
He growled his approval against my flesh, the vibrations shooting straight to my core. Then, he set to work, his wicked tongue stroking and circling my clit with a technique honed by centuries of practice. He knew exactly where to touch me, exactly how to make me burn, like a wildfire raging out of control.
Moan after ragged moan tore from my throat as he pleasured me, his fingers squeezing and massaging my clit in time with the relentless flicks of his tongue. The tension within me coiled tighter and tighter, my body drawing taut as a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment. I could feel my climax building, cresting, threatening to consume me entirely...
"I think I'm coming... oh damn, Shai!" I cried out, my voice raw with ecstasy as I felt my climax surging through me like a tidal wave. As he plunged his tongue deep into my wet heat, reaching that secret, elusive spot no mortal man had ever discovered before, I saw stars explode behind my eyelids. He pressed against it, his piercing stroking and circling, as if he carried an intricate map of my most intimate landscape etched into his demonic memory. It was as if he were scratching an itch I never knew I had, a pleasure so profound it bordered on pain.
"Shai! Shai! SHAI!" I screamed his name like a mantra, a prayer, a desperate plea for him to never stop, to never cease this exquisite torment. My body convulsed violently, back arching offthe floor as I gushed around his plunging tongue, my release splashing against his chin and dripping down his throat.
But he didn't stop.No, he doubled his efforts, his tongue continuing to move and stroke my fluttering walls as his fingers flew over my throbbing clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. I felt another peak building, cresting rapidly, my body drawn taut as a violin string ready to snap. Clawing desperately at his hair, I scored my nails down his scalp, no doubt leaving red marks in my wake.
He growled in response, a deep, approving rumble that vibrated through my core and pushed me ruthlessly over the edge. I came with a scream, my voice hoarse and ragged, as my second climax ripped through me with the force of a hurricane. I collapsed back onto the floor, boneless and panting, my chest heaving as I struggled to draw breath.
Rising to his knees, he grinned down at me, a look of dark male satisfaction etched into his handsome features. His chin and lips glistened with the evidence of my pleasure, and I had the sudden, overwhelming urge to crawl forward and lick every last drop from his skin.
I rose on unsteady legs, swallowing the pool of saliva gathered in my mouth. Licking my kiss-swollen lips, I crawled towards my demon on all fours, like a creature driven by base instinct and all-consuming lust. He watched me approach, a smirk playing about his sensual lips as he climbed onto the coffee table, the sleek wood creaking slightly beneath his muscular frame. Spreading his powerful thighs wide, he wrapped one large hand around the thick, pulsing shaft of his cock, stroking it with maddeningly slow pumps. It was as if he sought to taunt me, to display his complete mastery over his own desire even as he stoked the flames of mine to impossible heights.
As I drew near, his tongue, that wicked, sinful tongue snaked out before me, lengthening and curling in a lewd mockery of a beckoning finger. He reached out, wrapping it around my neck, and with a gentle tug, he pulled me towards him, urging me to straddle his knees once more. I went eagerly, my body pliant and aching to be used for his pleasure.
My eyes locked onto his magnificent cock, drinking in every delectable inch. It was a work of art, a sculpted masterpiece of masculine perfection. Thick, pulsing veins stood out in stark relief against the smooth, flushed skin, making my mouth water with the primal urge to taste every ridge and contour. I licked my lips, savoring the anticipation, before leaning in to run my tongue along the engorged crown.
Wrapped in a demonic trance, I swirled my tongue around his crown in tight, spiraling circles, as if possessed by an insatiable hunger. I lapped at him like a woman starved, determined to devour every succulent inch of his demonic flesh. He released his grip on his cock, allowing me free reign to worship his magnificent form, and leaned back on braced hands, spreading his thighs impossibly wider in warm invitation. I accepted it greedily, losing myself to the ritual of pleasuring my demon lover, my every thought consumed by the singular desire to bring him to the edge of ecstasy.
I attempted to relax the muscles of my throat, feeling his strong hand delve into my hair, fingers threading through the silken strands. He gathered my locks, twisting and winding them around his fist, anchoring me in place as he guided my movements. The sensation only served to heighten my arousal, fresh waves of saliva flooding my mouth, the slick fluid dripping down my chin to coat his throbbing shaft.
My thighs clenched reflexively, the aching throb of my clit a constant, pulsing reminder of my all-consuming need. I could feel the steel-hard muscles of his thighs flexing beneath myfingertips as my nails sank into his flesh. He growled above me, a low, approving rumble that reverberated through my chest, spurring me on.
Who was the kitten now since he was the purring creature in my power?
