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I continue to lap at her, alternating between swift circles and slow strokes, until finally I start to feel the tremble building within her. I release her thighs, though ensure they remain slung over my shoulders.
Shoving my hands beneath her ass, I slide up, coming to rest on her lower back. With a forceful heave, I rock back, standing upright and taking her with me, never once removing my tongue from her perfect pussy.
She gasps as I spin, and just when I feel the tell-tale flutter of her impending climax, I pull back, dropping her into my arms where we come nose to nose while I force her legs around my waist.
“No!” she wails, dropping her face into the crook of my neck. “Please, let me come. I’ll do anything. Anything.”
“So eager.” I snicker. “What are you gonna be for me, demon? A good girl, or my filthy little slut?”
“Slide inside me, sir.” She leans back just a fraction, allowing her eyes to lock with mine. “And I’ll show you how those two things can be one and the same.”
Fuck.
Still holding her in my arms, I sit down onto the bed behind me with her coming to straddle my lap.
“Whose pussy is that?” I whisper, glancing down between us.
“Yours.” She pouts as her fingers work to undo the buttons of my shirt, her lips slightly parting as she slips the fabric from my shoulders.
“It better be.” I grip hold of her face, forcing her eyes to mine. “You know what happens if someone touches what’s mine?”
“Tell me,” she pants, rolling her hips repeatedly overtop my dick. “Tell me what you’d do if someone put hands on me. If they touched me here.” Daph’s hands cover mine, guiding one up to her breast, while the other travels to the swell of her ass. “Or here.”
I take over, squeezing her supple flesh until her thighs tremble against me.
“I’d kill them.” My words slip free in a quiet revelation as I continue to drink in the sight of my hands on her bare skin. “I’d cut their fucking hands off, slit their throat, and leave them to watch me fuck you as the life drained from their veins.”
I catch myself on the last word, only to have any spark of panic extinguished when Daphne moans with desire. Arching her back, she leans into my touch, preening as though my words carried promises of love filled forevers rather than vows of violence and vengeance.
She reaches between us, her hand slipping inside my boxer briefs and tightening around my cock. A soft gasp escapes her as her hand closes around me, and she’s able to assess my size. Lifting my hips, I tug at the sides of my pants, lowering them to my knees so she’s able to gain a better look. Daph stares down at my now fully exposed dick, her lust ridden face bearing hints of shock.
“Talk to me, demon.”
“You’re not gonna fit.”
I chuckle, stroking her hair before guiding her chin up to look at me.
“It’s gonna fit, baby. A woman like you? You’re what fantasies are made of. You were made to take this cock.” I draw her in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips while positioning myself at her entrance. “You set the pace. One inch at a time.” It’s nothing short of a miracle I’m able to keep my voice so even because the anticipation of knowing Daphne Burke is seconds away from sliding down my dick has me losing my motherfucking mind.
We lock eyes, and with a shaky breath, Daph begins her descent. She sinks down onto me, inch by torturous inch, causing my fingers to dig into the flare of her hips. I’ve fucked more than my fair share of women, but this is the most incredible feeling I’ve ever experienced. In an act of sheer desperation, I find myself mentally alphabetizing the parts of my bike. A pathetic attempt to distract myself from coming within the first fifteen seconds of being inside her.
The softest of moans escapes her, and I breathe a silent curse at the realization of just how badly I’ve fucked up. Because that one little sound coupled with the feel of her warmth surrounding me scrambles my brain. I haven’t been high a day in my life, but one taste of her and I know what this is—addiction.
Daphne Burke is a drug, and with a single hit, she just rerouted every neural pathway in my brain so that all I will ever crave is her.
She gets about halfway down when she falters, her body shaking within my grasp.
“Nick.” Daph’s voice breaks, the small hitch causing my cock to twitch inside her. “Fuck, oh shit.” She moans again, and I plead with whatever higher power exists that I find the strength to hold my shit together.
“What is it, demon?” I manage to grit out as I draw harsh breaths in and out of my nose. With the way she feels I can only hope she doesn’t call me Daddy right now because I will instantly explode.
“I’m so full. I can’t—”
“I got you. Slide back up, it’ll be easier to work back down.” I offer the suggestion like it’s for her benefit, when really I’m just fucking desperate not to blow my load. However, the second she starts the lift, the feeling of her walls massaging my shaft has me gripping her thighs in protest.
“Shit,” I hiss.
“What’s the matter?”
