Sloppy, wet noises went to war with the pound of rain on the cabin’s roof.
I sucked in a cry as his tongue slipped inside my hole to join his fingers.
As a voracious smut reader and collector of strange sex toys, I thought I was an expert in the ways of self-pleasure. Maybe I was. But even the most well-crafted silicone toys with my nimble fingers working them had nothing on the way Titus Leeds filled me.
“T-Titus,” I groaned, eyes squeezing shut so tight that stars danced behind my eyelids. My hands flew to clutch the devil’s horns as he feasted on my insides, slurping and licking to wring as much pleasure from me as possible.
Urged on by the way I held on to his horns, he picked up his pace, fucking me until my mouth opened to release a scream.
Moving quicker than humanly possible, Titus suddenly snapped up, knocking all the breath from my lungs as his weight crashed down on top of me.
His chest held me down, the tip of his nose touching mine. His hand clamped firmly over my mouth while his glare jabbed into me through his mess of raven-colored hair.
“Keepquiet.”
I whimpered into his palm as the fingers of his other hand began to move again.He was still inside me.
“You like when I hold you down and keep you from screaming, don’t you?” He swore beneath his breath, his voice crumbling under the brunt of his surmounting hunger. His hand collared my throat.
“Fuck. Your pussy is gripping me so tightly. Is my sweet little monster whore going to come for me?”
“Oh, God—”
“Out here in the middle of the woods, I am your God. So you make sure all the prayers rolling off that tongue are made out tome.”
My muscles clenched, unholy pleasure shattering my nerves as I came violently. I knew I couldn’t make a sound, so I turned my head and buried my face in Titus’s flannel shirt, drowning in his scent of motor oil and leather.
A shiver shot through me as Titus pulled his fingers from me. I felt the mattress shift, and I lifted my head just in time to see his mouth coming toward mine. His lips tasted of me—sweet and bitter all at once. I nipped at his tongue as it stroked over my bottom lip, catching his piercing between my teeth.
A guttural growl rolled from his throat, his hands diving into my hair with his claws biting into my scalp. I released his tongue with a whimper, my hips bucking off the bed to grind against the bulge in his jeans.
He chuckled against my throat where his lips had wandered, his hot breath clinging to my flesh. “Ready for more?”
“We’re not done?” I panted.
“Are you still awake?”
“Obviously.”
“Then we’re ‘obviously’ not done. What was the last thing on your goodnight checklist?” He rose up on his knees and shoved the waist of his dark-denim jeans down, freeing his cock. “Demon cock?”
My eyes strained to get a good look at the large appendage cradled in his hand. The last time he’d shifted, he’d been inside me. Since then, my mind had run wild imagining a shape that matched its feel.
It was darker than the hue of his skin, at least the majority of it. It was a deep pink, almost purple color that reminded me of his wings. The overall shape was the same as his human form, with one key difference. The underside of it was curved, giving it the kind of girth that would make a girl go cross-eyed riding that thing.
The tip was already leaking thick beads of pearly-white pre-cum that oozed around the ring of his Prince Albert piercing.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, big brother.”
“That’s a good girl. Now turn around, face down in my shirt. Just like that. Push your ass out. Now reach around and spread those cheeks for me. Show me what belongs to me, little sister.”
Titus still referred to me as his little sister. It had seemed silly at first since our parents were no longer married, considering one of them was dead. But now I got a sense that he wasn’t calling me that because that’s what I was, or even to tease me. It was to remind me that we were the only family each other had now.
I reached around, any embarrassment drowned out by a feral desire to have him inside me, and spread myself for him.
