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Zane flashed a cocky grin. “You want to fuck me?”
“A chance at your incubussy? Hell yeah.”
He laughed so hard that his abs rub against my dick. “Incubussy? That’s a new one. I’m putting that in the sequel.”
“Kiss of the Abyss: Incubussy’s Revenge,” I suggested with a straight face.
Zane’s dazzling smile made my stomach swoop.
“You’re trouble.” He made it sound like the highest compliment.
“You make me want to be.”
He nipped my lip.
“Do you do that? Um, receive?”
Zane’s lips curled into a wild grin. “I do everything.”
Filthy images of bending Zane over filled my mind. His head hanging as I pounded into him from behind. Settling between his legs on his bed and pushing his legs back. Him straddling me in his gaming chair. The thoughts made me dizzy with need.
My eyes fluttered shut. “Next time. But this time, I want to feel you stretching me.”
His kiss was sweeter that time, full of promise. “You can have anything you want.”
Our clothes disappeared in a flash.
“That’s a power I still have.” Zane smiled smugly when a bottle of lube and a condom appeared on the couch next to us.
What else could he do in my dreams?
“Do we need that?”
“The lube will make it so much better for you. In dreams, bodies are more…pliable. The prep is easier, but lube still helps.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. “I mean the condom.”
He rutted into me. “That’s your choice. Demons don’t carry disease, and neither do humans in dreams.”
“But if this works, it won’t be a dream.” Or the next time we did it. “I tested negative for everything at my last physical.” I didn’t want anything dulling the feel of him in my body. “Fuck me raw. I want all of you. I want to feel the heat of your cock. Have you drip out of me.”
Where the hell had this side of me come from? There’d been a cockslut inside me all along who simply needed an encounter in the woods to come out and play.
The condom disappeared.
Zane’s responded with a kiss so mind-melting that I saw stars.
He fucked into my mouth with his tongue as his slick fingers dragged across my hole. I bucked against his abs, leaking, leaving a biohazard of my own on his tattoo.
I reached for his horns while rocking against his fingers. I needed his warmth inside the core of me. Rubbing and stroking his horns, I pulled delicious moans from him. He pushed his finger inside, and the burn eased almost immediately.
“More. I can take it.”
As he worked a second, then quickly a third, finger inside, I fucked his hand. Fuck. When he angled his fingers, I let out a strangled cry. Could I cum like this? “Yes,” I said, adding far too many syllables.
My nipples hardened as my chest rubbed against his. I didn’t know it could be like this. That I could be like this.
“Ready for me to stretch you on my cock?”
