My clit throbs with every thrust, desperate for attention. I’ve never been worked up so quickly before—it normally takes me much longer to get off—but all it would take is a few seconds I’m sure. Holding myself up with one arm, I reach between my thighs to touch myself, but Tobias snatches me by the wrist.
His lips come dangerously close to my ear. “I’m the only one making you come tonight, sweetheart.”
I want to argue. The words are on the tip of my tongue.
No man tells me when or where I can come, especially if they aren’t making it happen as quickly as I would like.
But a demon…
I shiver at the thought and heat blooms in my core, sending my libido to new heights.
Tobias flips me over again, settling between my thighs, his skin scorching against mine.
“You’ll come when I allow it,” he says against my mouth before grazing his teeth down my neck. “I want to watch you while you fall apart on my cock.”
My eyes flutter when his mouth lands against mine, our tongues tangling together.
“Please,” I groan, grinding my hips against him, trying to get friction to my clit.
“Please what?” His golden eyes flicker.
“I want to come.” I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close. “Make me come.”
The corner of his mouth lifts in a devilish smirk, and he brushes his thumb over my bottom lip.
“I kind of like it when you beg,” he says. “Do it again and I’ll consider it.”
I groan. “Fuck you.”
“You already are, sweetheart.”
“I hate you.”
He shakes his head. “If you did, this pussy wouldn’t be so fucking wet.”
Goddamn it. He has me pinned.
As if to agree, my pussy flutters around his cock, making him groan in my ear. His deep, demanding timbre does something to me and my libido like I’ve never experienced, but his moans and groans make me desperate to be filled with him cum.
Jesus Christ, Joseline, you’re a mess.
Kissing me again, the appendage above his cock hits my clit, rubbing back and forth with purposeful motions. I buck against him at the sensation, my overly-sensitive nub spasming beneath his touch.
Fuck, I’m so close already.
“Don’t be quiet when you come,” he says, fisting my hair again and burying his face in the crook of my neck. “I want to hear how much you don’t hate me.”
I open my mouth to fire off some witty retort, but my orgasm slams into me right then.
“Fuck, fuck,” I cry out, raking my nails down Tobias’ back, clinging to any part of him I can as pleasure threatens to tear me apart.
He fucks into me harder, the head of his cock slamming against my cervix and making me see stars, and seconds later he roars out his own release. His cock twitches over and over, filling me with so much cum that it spills out around him and soaks into the blanket beneath me.
We’re panting, sweaty, and exhausted when he rollsoff of me. I’m about to ask if he forgot about the butt plug, but it disappears into thin air a second later, and a tiny gasp of surprise escapes me.
Our mixed fluids spill out, further soaking the bed.
Fucking hell. There’s so much.
