Chapter 35
Tobias
I grab the end of Joseline’s shirt and tug it off over her head, needing to feel the warmth of her skin against mine. Thankfully, she’s not wearing a bra, and I take one of her nipples into my mouth, teasing my tongue around it until it pebbles. Then, I move to the other.
She rocks her hips against me, her tight heat squeezing my cock until my balls ache. I forgot how much of a stretch it was before, and this time we aren’t pumped full of adrenaline. Every shift and minor movement sets my senses on fire, and my cock throbs inside her.
Holding her hips as she moves them, I suck in a sharp breath with every ridge that sinks into her pussy. She tosses her hair over her shoulder, the sweet scent of her skin teasing me, and grabs my shoulders to steady herself. Her eyes flutter as she impales herself on my cock.
"Eyes on me, sweetheart," I demand, gripping her luscious hips a little tighter.
She locks eyes with me and kneads her bottom lip between her teeth. Fuck, she looks incredible like this. Vulnerable, eager, wanton.
My cock throbs again.
"Take what you need. That's it, just like that." I praise her as she bounces her ass up and down slowly, working until she fully adjusts to my size. I slap an open hand against one of her asscheeks, the sound echoing through the empty tour bus, and revel in the moan that tears from her throat.
I want her everywhere, all at once. I want to bury myself in all of her holes, fuck her until she's a sobbing mess beneath me. And I will.
But first, I want to watch her fall apart on her own.
I want her to chase her own orgasm, fucking herself to her heart's content. I want to watch her face as she shatters, like I did in her hotel room when I made her fall apart the first time. That face has been branded on the backs of my eyelids ever since.
"Tobias," she whimpers, and my balls clench. I refuse to come, not until she's completely and thoroughly spent, until she comes so many times she loses count. But if she keeps saying my name like that, it's gonna be hard not to.
I massage her tits, tweaking her nipples until she throws her head back and moans.
She rocks her hips faster, her nails digging into my shoulders, but I barely feel it.
I’m too distracted, too completely entranced by the delicious noises she’s making.
Her pussy squeezes me as I kiss my way around her throat.
“Touch yourself, sweetheart,” I encourage, my voice vibrating against her skin. I could inflate my spur to tease her clit, but I'm enjoying the show too much to interrupt. “I want to see you come.”
I know she wants to argue—I swear she gets off on it—but she grips my shoulder extra tight with one hand and reaches for her clit with the other.
"Fuck," she pants as her fingers go to work, and I paint a lick along her throat. I rock my hips up faster, the rhythmic slap of skin on skin filling the bus as her breaths grow more frantic. "I'm so close. So—"
I fist my hand into her hair and drag her down to bury my face in the crook of her neck. I bite and nip at her skin, her shoulder, rocking up to meet each buck of her hips. In seconds, she's crying out my name as her pussy tightens like a vise around my cock.
It takes every ounce of my self-restraint not to spill my load in her right then, but I'm far from done with her.
She stills against me, my cock still buried inside her as her walls flutter around me, and tries to catch her breath. Her cheeks are pink, and a sheen of sweat makes her skin glisten.
Fuck, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
"Good girl.” I brush my lips along her jaw, running my hands down her back and over her ass.
"Fuck you," she bites out breathlessly, and I chuckle.
"Oh, we're just getting started." I grab her by the hips again and guide her off my still-hard cock, but I don't let her go. Instead, I push myself off the couch, and laugh when she frantically throws her arms around me.
"Put me down!" she squeaks, wiggling her legs to get out of my hold, but I ignore her and head for the bedroom. When we reach my bed, I oblige and set her down on the edge of it. She stares up at me like I just grew a second head. “You make that look so easy.”
“Carrying you?” I blink, confused. “That's because it is. Now, lie back.”
I strip off my shirt and toss it to the floor, kicking out of my pants right after. Rather than do as she's told, Joseline furrows her brows and watches me strip.
“Like the view?” I smirk, moving to stand right in front of her.
“It's alright. Nothing to write home about.”
I catch her chin between my fingers and squeeze it affectionately. “You really hate how attracted you are to me, don't you?” I don't hide the grin tugging at my lips. “I can sense your arousal, sweetheart. You don't have to lie to me.”
Her expression doesn't change, but I can almost taste the desperate energy pouring off her in waves. “Then why do you bother asking?”
“Maybe I just want to hear you say it.” I let go of her chin and gently press on her shoulder until she lies back. "Now, spread your legs for me. I want to admire my food before I eat it.”
Pink explodes across her cheeks as she obeys, presenting herself to me, and I pause to take her in. My eyes roam over her tan skin, her perfect breasts, her soft stomach, her thick thighs. Finally, they settle on the nearly-trimmed patch of black hair between her legs and her dripping entrance.
My cock weeps at the utter perfection splayed before me, and jealousy once again bleeds into my thoughts. I’m the only male who belongs between her legs. No one is deserving enough to see her, fuck her, like I do. Ever.
"I'm going to ruin you for anyone else." I drag my fingers along the inside of her thigh, watching goosebumps appear in their wake. “I'm going to worship you like only a demon can, and you'll never look twice at another human male.”
Her lips part, and I expect her to argue, but she doesn't have to. The lust pouring off her is answer enough.
My cock aches to feel her again, but I sink to my knees at the edge of the bed.
I don't miss Joseline's sharp gasp as I press my lips to the heated skin of her inner thigh and kiss my way up to her pussy.
A delicate moan crawls up her throat as I run my tongue along her slit, tasting her before sucking her clit into my mouth.
"Fuccckk," she groans, her hands finding my horns and tugging me against her.
If anyone else touched them this way, I'd rip their hands off, but when Joseline does it, I can feel all the blood in my body rushing to my dick.
I stroke my tongue back and forth over her swollen nub, and she rocks her hips against my face as I find a steady rhythm.
I take my time, my hands teasing over her skin as I feast on her. I’m mapping, exploring, cataloging every delicious noise she makes. A steady stream of pants and moans hits my ears, and I shove two fingers into her dripping pussy, fucking them into her in time with my tongue.
When she comes again, her legs tremble around my head, and I suck her clit through the aftershocks. Fluid gushes around my fingers as I curl them inside her, and her back arches up off the bed.
"Tobias, Christ!" she cries as another, smaller orgasm racks her body.
"I don't really like you talking about other men when I'm fucking you, sweetheart," I say as I get to my feet. "I'm a bit too jealous for that."
"You're such a dick," she pants, trying to catch her breath as I line the head of my cock up with her entrance. I run it up and down, smearing my precum over her for lubrication, before slowly rocking my hips and burying the head inside.
Joseline's eyes flutter, and she gasps at the intrusion.
"What was that?" I ask, rocking my hips again and burying another inch inside her.
She wiggles her hips, eager for friction. "Fuck me, damn it."
I shake my head and tsk my tongue. "Demanding, aren't we? So desperate to have your needy little hole filled."
She glares at me, but a punch of my hips has the lust-filled look returning to her eyes. "Maybe I should come down your throat instead."
"No," she whines, bucking her hips again.
"You want me to fill you full of demon seed, sweetheart?" I ask, grabbing her thighs and dragging her closer. "Is that what you want?"
She nods and her eyes close. "Please."
That single word undoes me, and I slam into her with a violent thrust of my hips. My weight pins her to the mattress as I crush my lips against hers, and I slam into her with brutal, unrushed strokes. Every time I bottom out, her pussy throbs around me, and she curses steadily under her breath.
“Is it too much?” I ask when her brows pinch together.
“No.” Her nails rake up my back, making me hiss. “I want more, please. Fuck me harder.”
Obliging, I speed up to a blinding pace, the sound of slapping skin drowned out by her feral cries. Tears break free and slip down her face, but her steady stream of whispered encouragement urges me on.
“Yes, yes, please, fuck,” she whimpers. I cut her off by shoving my tongue into her mouth, chasing hers as my climax nears.
I come when she shatters beneath me, her pussy pulsing around me and milking me dry.
I swallow her scream, my cock twitching inside her as I pump her full of demon cum.
Even by my standards it’s a lot, spilling out around me and drenching the bed.
If she wasn’t on birth control, she would definitely be bred by now.
I pepper kisses over her collarbones, nuzzling into the crook of her neck, breathing her in. She traces her fingers lightly over my back, teasing them through my hair, and I savor every second.
When I drag my cock out of her, the rest of my cum drips down the side of the comforter, drenching it. I shrug it off. That’s a problem for tomorrow. Then, I crawl up the bed and drag her to me, tucking her into the crook of my arm.
“Are your ribs okay?” she whispers, draping her arm carefully over my chest.
“They’re fine.” I press my lips to the top of her head.
As we lay there, I close my eyes, wanting to brand this moment onto my skin. Wishing I could bottle this feeling of perfect contentment.
As a demon, I can’t say that I’ve done many good things in my life, but I know that nothing has ever felt so right.