The taste of him flooded her mouth. She circled the crown with the flat of her tongue, pressing into the sensitive spot just beneath the head, and his whole body shuddered.
"Fuck." His voice was wrecked. "Your mouth. Please. I need?—"
She swallowed him down in one smooth slide, taking all of it. Her lips stretched wide around his girth as she sank until her nose pressed against his pelvis, his cock lodged in her throat, and she held there. Swallowing around him. Letting him feel the tight squeeze of her throat working his length.
His curse was guttural. Animal.
She pulled back with aching slowness, suction so hard her cheeks caved, tongue dragging the sensitive underside. Then plunged down again.
She found a punishing rhythm. Deep and relentless. Her mouth fucking him while her hand twisted around the base, squeezing incounterpoint. Saliva welled up, ran down his shaft in rivulets, and made everything slippery.
But she wasn't alone anymore.
Her shadows responded to her desire. White tendrils slid up his thighs, warm and tingling. One wrapped around the root of his cock, pulsing in rhythm with her mouth. Another cupped his balls, rolling them with steady pressure. A third traced up his stomach, his chest, found his nipple, and pinched hard enough to make him cry out.
He bucked beneath her. Overwhelmed from every direction.
"Brynn—fuck—too much?—"
She moaned around him, letting him feel the vibration travel down his length, and pulled off just as his balls drew up tight.
"Not yet," she breathed against his twitching cock.
His groan was desperate. His shaft jerked against her lips, angry and denied, precum dripping off the tip.
She licked it away. Sucked just the head back into her mouth, tongue swirling, then released him again.
Edged him. Again. And again. Bringing him to the cliff with her mouth and her shadows, then yanking him back. Until sweat sheened his chest. Until his muscles trembled with the effort of not coming. Until words stopped working and he could only make sounds—broken, pleading, inhuman sounds.
"Please—Brynn—I can't—I need to come—please?—"
The Reaper. The most feared death lord in existence. Begging for her mouth.
She released him with one final slow lick from root to tip and climbed up his body.
Dante
She straddled his hips,her soaked cunt pressing against his stomach.
He could feel how wet she was. Her arousal smeared across his skin as she settled her weight on him. The heat of her core hovered just above his aching cock.
She reached between them and gripped his shaft. Angled him to slide through her folds.
The sensation nearly broke him.
She rocked her hips, dragging her slick slit along his length, coating him with her arousal. The head of his cock caught on her clit with every pass, making her gasp. Making him throb.
"Look at you," she breathed, grinding down. "The Reaper. Bound and desperate." She leaned forward, her tits swaying inches from his face. "Begging for my pussy.”
"Brynn—" He couldn't form words. Could barely think. All he knew was the wet heat sliding against him, the need burning through his veins.
She positioned him at her entrance. The swollen head pressed against her opening, so hot, so wet.
Then she rocked away.
He groaned, hips surging up, but her weight and her shadows held him down.
"Say please." Her voice was smooth and commanding.
