Her hands fly to my hair, grasping handfuls of it and tugging so hard, I know I’ll be sore later.
“So wrong,” I think I hear her whisper.
A smile pulls at my lips as I scrape my teeth over her sensitive flesh for a second. “You call this wrong. I call it inevitable.”
My cock is throbbing so painfully that I release one of her thighs and shove my hand down my pants, fisting my cock tightly with each slow pull of my tongue against her pussy. I’m tensing up with each stroke, each lick, each time I push my tongue through her entrance, her grip on my hair controlling my face so she can ride it.
She’s gasping, my name a whisper on her lips as I devour her, precum leaking from my tip as I fuck my own hand.
“Oh God,” she moans. “Keep going.”
Such a silly comment. Doesn’t she understand that nothing is going to stop me from eating her pussy?
“Is this whatmindlesslooks like to you?” I suck harshly on her clit, and she yelps, grinding her hips, not stopping me whenmy free hand reaches up to tug down the front of her top to palm her breast.
Her nipple is hard against my hand, tightening between my fingers as I pinch—at the same time I flick my tongue on her clit.
“Tell me to stop. I want to hear how weak your voice gets when you try.”
She needs this just as desperately as I do. Shit, I think I might need it more.
I could pull my mouth away and fuck her. My dick is only a few strokes away from exploding, her pussy is soaked enough to handle me, and I want to feel her bare chest against mine.
Sable’s crying out for God and me and tugging my hair, and my dick can’t handle it.
Letting out a deep, husky moan against her core, I quicken my strokes, strangling my cock, my vision blurring. My tongue slips through her entrance and tastes her cum, warm heat wrapping around my spine as ropes of my own release shoot from my crown.
She cries as I wrap my lips around her clit, bringing my cum-soaked fingers to her entrance and pushing them in deep to the knuckles. I thrust her through her high, her legs crushing my head, her back arching off the mattress as she screams my name and lets go of my hair to grasp her own.
So perfect. The way she looks when she comes. The way she sounds. The way she tastes. It’s enough for me to leak more cum from my tip and push her to the pinnacle by thrusting faster, harder, deeper.
I swallow her, my throat welcoming her taste, and if I had all the time in the world, I’d stay here, buried in her pussy, pushing her to come again and again and again.
“Lynx,” she whimpers as I start to slow down, dragging my fingers in and out, drawing my mouth away to look at her. I watch her chest rise and fall while my fingers keep moving.
Her legs are shaking, her eyes glazed over, and her lips look so inviting, I want to lean up and capture them.
Stupid thoughts.
The sound of her soaked pussy and my fingers gently thrusting fills the room until I slow to a stop, and when I pull them out, she tenses all over.
Leaning up so I’m hovering over her, my cock presses against her inner thigh, and my gaze is drawn to her mouth so fucking badly. Why do I want to kiss this girl so desperately?
She finally comes down from her high, eyes barely open, and pats my shoulder dismissively like she would to a dog.
I glance at her hand. “What are you doing?”
Her arm drops, and she rolls onto her side, making me shift so I’m no longer above her.
My lips part as I stare at her. Did she just…?
I feel used.
I sit back down on the chair and watch her, waiting for her to turn around and say something, but her breathing grows heavy, her postorgasmic languor taking her into a deep sleep.
Once I know she’s asleep, I close my eyes and mutter a “fuck” under my breath, leaving her bedroom and closing the door slowly. If she wakes, I have no idea what the atmosphere will be like. Her taste is on my mouth, and my ears are ringing with her moans, and I’m hard all over again.
Cracking my neck from side to side, I head to my bedroom to grab a shower and wait for Tony to return with an update on what’s going on. But just a few steps from my door, I’m shoved back by a dark presence and thrown against the wall—the drop to the ground is pitiful and not demon-like, but I glance up just in time to see the dark, clouded entity powering through the corridor.
