Growling, I bring her cunt to my face like a feast—my favorite meal. I bury my face between her legs.
“Az!” Simone screams, arching against me.
“That’s right,” I say, my voice like gravel. “Let all of Hell hear you’re mine, little fairy.”
I wrap my lips around her throbbing clit, sucking and gently nibbling on it while she writhes against the hard-packed ground. Every now and then, I move to her hole, where her taste is strongest, plunging my tongue in for more.
It’s as I’m fucking her with my tongue, my fingers digging into the yielding flesh of her ass, that she comes the first time, her voice breaking on a desperate moan. Her thighs try to close around my head as she trembles with waves of pleasure. Each surge of ecstasy feeds me, but I’m far from satiated. Simone is so delectable, I only want more.
“Good girl,” I breathe when I give her a moment of respite. “That was one.”
She tries to focus on me, her eyes hazy with lust. “One, what?”
I grin at her, ignoring my dick pulsing in my pants. “One of many, little fairy. By the time I’m done eating your pussy, you’ll be begging me to fuck you.”
19
SIMONE
Ican’t believe what’s happening. A few minutes ago, I was determined to leave Az behind and get back to what my life was at Abaddon. But now I know I don’t want that anymore—I wanthim.
Az is between my legs, I’m still shaking from the orgasm he gave me, and I’m pretty sure he’s not stopping before he takes me today.
I should have been scared, pinned down by a male like that. But there must be something wrong with me, because being pinned down by Az, feeling how hard it makes him—it just turned me on, and I could feel myself soak through my panties before he took them off.
“I hope you’re ready,” he says now, a glint in his eyes that’s somehow both mischievous and seductive. “But even if you’re not…”
With that, he dives back in, his perfectly sculpted lips pressed against my most intimate area, his tongue parting me and savoring me unlike anyone ever has before. Az always makes me feel like I’m desirable. Not just a vessel to be used, but as something to be worshipped. He never made me feel like the end goal is his orgasm.
I’m lying on the hot ground in the middle of Hell, a male ofquestionable origins is between my legs, pleasuring me even though I just tried to escape his captivity, and I’ve never felt more relaxed during intimacy. I must be more fucked up in the head than I thought.
All thoughts leave me when he pushes one long digit into my pussy, unerringly pressing against my G-spot.
“Az!” I cry out, my thighs trembling around his head. Az’s brows are scrunched as if in concentration, low growling sounds leaving his throat as he eats me out like a starved man. A few more swipes of his tongue, and I’m clenching around his finger, coming for the second time in minutes. “Mère de Dieu…”
He kisses the inside of my thigh before crawling up my body and cupping my face in his hands. There’s a reverence in his touch, a gentleness in his gaze underneath all that barely suppressed passion.
“You have no idea how much I wanted this, little fairy,” he breathes against my lips. I can’t help the shiver that follows his words. It’s not just the fear of having a man inside me again, it’s not just anticipation. I’ve had men tell me they want me before. This is the first time I can believe it.
Holding my gaze, Az lifts my legs and helps me wrap them around him. He reaches between our bodies and releases himself from his slacks.
I can’t tear my eyes from his cock. The head is flushed and damp with pre-cum, making the piercing there glisten. But it’s when he moves his hand to smear the precum down the shaft that I notice something unusual.
I stutter. “Is your… Are those tattoos? On your…”
Az’s grin is all feral confidence as he tugs on his beautiful dick, showing it off. “Do you like it, Simone?”
I stare at Az's cock, mesmerized by the designs etched into his flesh, the dark lines swirling around the shaft.
“Those are... beautiful,” I whisper, unable to tear my gaze away. “I've never seen anything like it.”
Az's lips curve into that devastating, cocky smile. “And you won't again. My cock is the only one you'll be looking at from now on.”
I reach out, hesitant, before tracing a finger along one of the patterns. Az hisses, his cock twitching under my touch.
“Play later, little fairy,” he says, voice strained. “I waited too long to be inside you.”
Before I can respond, he shifts his hips, bringing the head of his cock against my entrance. The silver barbell piercing through the tip catches on my sensitive flesh as he drags it up and down my folds, collecting my wetness.”
