Chapter 22 #2
He lines his cock up with my pussy again and pushes his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in a single thrust. From this angle, he feels even bigger, and I can feel his shape better.
The ridges are delicious, sparking sensations I’ve never experienced before, but I can already tell I’m going to be walking funny tomorrow.
As he picks up his pace, slamming into me from behind, I fist the comforter for purchase. A steady stream of moans and whines knocks from my lips with every punch of his hips, and my clit throbs with need as he leans over and fists my hair.
“You take my cock well for a human,” he rumbles, tugging my hair until it aches. My pussy clenches around him, and he sucks in a breath. “Fuck, I want to fill every one of your holes.”
Do it, the tiny voice in my head says, and I’m glad he can’t read my mind.
If he was smaller, it wouldn’t be a problem, but I don’t think I can take any more. Not without tearing in half.
He shoves his free hand in front of my face, and for a moment I think he wants me to suck his fingers. But then I notice what’s clutched between them—a shiny black butt plug made from the same dark energy his swords were.
“Suck it,” he demands.
I’m too surprised to do otherwise, so I let him pop it into my mouth. It’s cool and smooth against my tongue, and when he pulls it out there’s still a string of saliva attached to my lip. His hand disappears, and I know what’s coming.
“Wait,” I say, the word turning into a moan as his thrusts turn slow and deep. “I don’t think…”
My thoughts scramble with the pleasure.
“Don’t think. Just enjoy.”
It’s not enough lube, I worry, but I almost don’t care.
Suddenly, he pulls his cock out again and presses the head against my ass. A pump of warm liquid coats my asshole, rolling down toward my pussy, and my body tenses.
Did this mother fucker just come before me?
I don’t have time to ask before his rock hard cock is buried inside me again, and the butt plug is kissing my lubricated asshole. He presses against the tight ring of muscle, and I cry out into the blanket, seeing stars as I’m stretched beyond my limit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whimper in a pathetic mantra against the bed until the plug pops into place.
Tobias doesn’t slow down or wait to let me adjust. He just grabs my hips and drags me back against him, pounding my pussy into oblivion.
Holy. Fucking. Christ.
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 rolls off 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.
With a huff, he moves to lay his head on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. His navy skin glistens with a sheen of sweat, and my eyes fall over his perfectly chiseled body.
I’ve never seen a sexier man in my life.
And he fucks like a demented god.
I definitely hate him.
As post-fuck clarity sets in, I realize how badly I need a shower. I’m covered in sweat and cum. My hair is probably a mess and there’s no telling the state of my makeup.
I also realize how awkward this entire situation is. I begged this demon I can barely tolerate to stay and have his way with me, and now?
Embarrassed heat prickles over my cheeks. I'm definitely not cuddling with him.
That's out of the question… right?
“Well, that was… great,” I say, clearing my throat as I swing my legs off the side of the bed.
My pussy is sore, but I refuse to mention it.
He doesn’t need any more ego inflating, especially not from me.
I inhale deeply, still trying to catch my breath.
“Right, well… Thank you for staying. I feel much better now. Don’t… feel obligated to stick around.”
I don’t make eye contact as I get up to head for the bathroom, and he doesn’t say anything. He’ll probably get dressed and leave as soon as I’m out of sight, and that’s fine. It’s probably better that way.
No consequence, I remind myself as I close the bathroom door behind me.
That was the agreement.
But even as I cut the water on, I can’t help but hope he’s still laying where I left him after I shower.