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Oh.
My.
God.
“Dem…please…” I can barely breathe. At some point, my own fingers tangled in his hair and now, they’re tugging at the roots. Any other man would probably complain, but not him. Not Demyen.
The wicked grin on his glistening face tells me he loves every single second of this.
“Are you gonna come for me, princess?” He presses his fingers in and uses the heel of his hand to ground my clit. “Are you gonna be my good girl and make a mess all over my face?”
All I can do is nod pitifully.
But that’s not good enough for him—he wants my words. My voice. The nip of his teeth on the inside of my thigh is the kind of scolding that sends molten fire through my veins.
“Uh-huh… yes… yes, Demyen, please…”
He smirks. His fingers slow, then stop. “I can’t hear you.”
“Yes! God, Demyen, yes!” I cry out, begging, not caring who might hear us. I don’t fucking care as long as he doesn’t fucking stop. “I’m gonna come! Please, Dem, make me come!”
“There’smy good girl.”
I don’t know why those four words, from his mouth, do it for me. But oh, they do. That spot goes apeshit.
I want to buck away from him—it’s too much, it’s so, so, so much—but Demyen growls into my pussy and yanks me closer with his free hand, wrapping that same arm around my waist so there’s nowhere to go but to him.
He milks every single drop my body can give, groaning his own delight and drinking from me like it’s the last thing he’ll ever taste.
When my shudders subside and I’m no longer spasming so hard, he slowly pulls his fingers from me. But instead of moving away, he uses both hands to grab my ass and hold me to him as he broadly, gently strokes my swollen lips with his tongue. He’scareful to move around my over-sensitive nub, focusing instead on cleaning up my juices from every inch his tongue can reach.
I feel that sinful tongue dart lower, to a part of me no man has ever touched, and I yelp with surprise.
Even more surprising? Ilikeit.
The grin on Demyen’s face is wide enough to split his head in half. “Maybe later. But right now…”
He nips and licks and kisses a glistening trail over my stomach, to my breasts, and fans his breath over a stiff nipple. “Right now, I want to know what the rest of your fantasy was.”
What?
My eyes widen and he gives me the sexiest little smirk before kissing my nipple.
“I told you: it pisses me off that I wasn’t there. I don’t know what made you scream my name and gush all over your fingers.” He smolders. “And I don’t like being left out.”
It occurs to me what this is. It’strust. And a power shift. He’s not demanding—he’s requesting. He’s trusting me to give to him the same way he gave to me.
Fuck, if this doesn’t make me hot for him all over again…
“Well…” I begin, so softly that he pulls me closer and I have to wrap my legs around his waist. “It was…I mean,Iwas really, really naughty…”
Demyen grins. “Tell me more.”
“I asked you to, um…”Shit. He’s gonna make me actually say it out loud.
“Use your voice,kiska.”
“I asked you to fuck me. Hard.” I blush bright crimson and glance away. “In front of everyone at the dinner party.”
