Zoan bends down, holding my ass, lifting me up and giving me a flat lick. My head smacks against the table under the rush of pleasure.
He drops my ass back onto the table, removes his boxers, and I see his long, hard erection standing between my legs. He rubs it over my entrance, then slowly slides inside, his eyes locked on mine, watching for any hint of pain. A sharp sting hits at first, but it dissolves almost instantly, replaced by fire coursing through me.
He slides out and thrusts back in, his rhythm deliberate, merciless. I turn my head, mesmerized, watching him work in and out of me, his hips rolling forward and backward in perfect motion. God, what a sight. I could come just from watching him.
He leans over me, taking my nipple in his mouth, grazing it lightly with his teeth before sucking hard. I moan, loud and unrestrained.
“My little demon likes watching,” he mutters against my other breast.
I nod, lost in the heat of him.
He smiles darkly, taking my other nipple into his mouth. His thrusts grow harder, faster, more violent. Hepulls me closer to the edge of the table, his hands gripping my lower back, slamming himself into me with unrelenting force. My head spins, nearly splitting from the buildup of pleasure and need.
Then, without warning, he lifts me from the table in his arms, holding me suspended, thrusting deep and fast. My body trembles, clinging to him, squeezing around him as I bury my face in his strained neck, moaning against his skin.
The orgasm crashes over me, hot and dark, leaving me limp and shaking, but he doesn’t relent. He groans, the sound rough and possessive, spilling himself deep inside me as I cling to him, gasping, feeling every inch of him claim me.
chapter 38
Zloban
“Today is Christmas Eve, so we’ll wear couple outfits,” she grins, sitting on my bed on her knees, draped only in a towel. She doesn’t realize how much she’s tempting me to fuck her again.
“Where are those clothes?” I lean close, running my thumb over her cheek. “I need to have you dressed very quickly.”
“In my room,” she replies.
“Let’s go to your room.”
She slides down the bed and takes my hand. Once inside her room, she goes to her closet, pulls out a red t-shirt and black sweatpants, and hands themto me. I take the clothes, noticing a pair of red boxers with jingle bell prints. I raise my brows, examining the fabric.
She giggles. “Isn’t it cute?”
I hum. “Very cute.”
She tiptoes and kisses my cheek. “Wear them. I’ll change in the closet.”
She runs inside. I remove my robe and put on the underwear. I’ve never worn such a colorful piece before. Then I pull on the textured red t-shirt, and sweatpants. I run my hand through my hair.
She comes out of the closet, and my knees nearly give way. She’s wearing a red dress, strapless, without shoulders or sleeves. The neckline is low enough for me to see half of her breasts, and the hem barely reaches her ass. With the slightest movement, I catch glimpses of her creamy cheeks. But what makes my dick twitch the most are her thigh-high red-and-white socks. I’m going to fuck her while she’s wearing only those socks.
She comes close to me. I grab handfuls of her ass and pull her closer. “How hungry are you?”
She grins. “Very hungry,” then pushes me away playfully and takes my hand. “And after dinner, we’ll watch a movie.”
We reach the dining room and take our seats. The staff left early today, the food is set out in insulated serving vessels. We uncover our bowls and steam rises from the noodles. I lift the lid off another plate to reveal dumplings.A larger serving dish placed between Avira and me contains warm pecan-pie filling.
“July is amazing,” Avira says with her mouth full of noodles.
“Was it your suggestion to prepare Chinese dishes?” I ask.
She nods, still chewing. The contrast between the dress she’s wearing and the way she’s eating is making something heat up inside me. I decide not to stare at her while we eat so that both of us can have our dinner in peace. But this little demon never lets me stick to my plan, no matter how big or small.
“Zoan, I have to ask you something.”
I swallow and nod. She’s already filled her mouth again, I take another bite, her eating pace is slow, she’d barely get halfway through her plate while I could finish mine twice over.
“I have a friend,” she says, chewing. I pop a dumpling into my mouth.
