Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
When he lifted his head, his eyes were molten—and perhaps redder than before?—and another of those devilish little smiles tugged at his lips.
Then, seeming to know the unspoken question, his tongue slipped out, showing me what I had been feeling.
His forked tongue.
“Didn’t you notice before?” he asked, ducking his head to kiss down my belly. “When I had my mouth all over your sweet pussy?”
“I… I…” I couldn’t find the words, with the need growing through me.
“Maybe you need another demonstration,” he said, his face just above my sex.
He sat back on his heels. Then my pants and panties were gone, he was spreading my thighs, and his face was between.
This time, yes, I could feel the difference; I understood why the orgasm had been so quick and intense the last time.
The sides of his tongue slid up the sides of my clit, they circled around it.
My thighs were shaking, my moans loud and uncontrolled.
My hand slapped down on his head, feeling something that hadn’t been there before, either.
Something hard sticking out of his soft hair.
My eyes opened even as my fingers teased around it.
A horn.
His horns.
I mean, of course, he had horns; I’d seen them before. But they weren’t there most of the time. Maybe they only came out when his emotions were high.
Somehow, that fact only made my desire ratchet up. My hands went to each of them, wrapping around them and using them to hold on.
A growl escaped Daemon at the move, and he went back to eating me with more fervor. His fingers slipped inside of me, thrusting wildly as my hips rocked against him, and my moans filled the room.
“Yes, Dae—fuck,” I cried as the orgasm screamed through me, overtaking me completely, leaving my thighs clutching around his head, my whole body stretched taut as the pleasure crested over and over.
The second my thighs released him, he sat back, looking down at me with eyes that I was sure, now, were burning red.
“You like them, huh?” he asked, tipping his head to the side as he unzipped my hoodie.
“Yes,” I told him. There was no use denying it. There was something about them.
“And my tongue,” he said, reaching for my hands to pull me to a seated position so he could remove my three layers of tops.
“Yes,” I agreed, reaching for his shirt—a new one he must have borrowed from Arick after his shower.
He smelled different—earthy and spicy.
I leaned in, breathing in the scent, then pressing a kiss to the center of his chest.
“You’re so warm,” I said, pressing my cheek to his skin as my hands teased up and down his ribs.
It wasn’t long, though, before those curious hands of mine were moving across his waistband, pulling his pants down to expose his straining cock.
I dipped my head, teasing my tongue over the head, lapping up his salty taste.
But the position was frustratingly difficult.
Feeling the same, Daemon suddenly got to my feet, his head on the back of my neck, making me go up onto my knees in front of him.
“Open your mouth, sweetness,” he demanded, his thumb running along my lower lip.
There was no shame in me then, not an ounce of self-control left.
My lips fell open like he wanted.
“You want this, don’t you?” he asked, fisting his cock and tapping it against my lower lip.
A low moan was the only answer I gave. “You gonna take me deep?” he asked.
I gave him a tight nod.
Then his cock was in my mouth as his hand pressed on the back of my neck, making me take him past the point of comfort, my gag reflex engaging, making me swallow it back as the head of him hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his head thrown back as he took a deep breath. “That’s my good girl,” he said, his gaze cutting to mine. “You look so pretty with my cock deep in your throat.”
A whimper escaped me again.
That was what had him losing control.
His hands were on both sides of my neck, holding me in place as he fucked my mouth, his thrusts getting harder and faster with each passing moment.
I should have been disgusted, horrified by his roughness, at how he was taking what he wanted, but my sex was aching, my wetness slipping down my thighs.
My hands sank into his ass as he thrust faster still.
Then suddenly, when I was sure he was going to come down my throat, surprising me with how much I wanted that, he pulled away, leaving me panting and confused.
Until, suddenly, his hands grabbed me under my knees and flipped me onto my back.
Before I could catch my breath, he was over me, pressing into me, his firm lines to my softer ones.
My arms and legs wrapped around him, pulling his welcome warmth closer as my hips shifted until I felt his cock press against my cleft.