Page 75 of Beyond the Temptation: Vol 2

They all made her believe she could be nothing more than this – that she should be ashamed of how much she liked it…how much she wanted it. Feeling like this, reacting like this…

Everyone in hell had reduced her to this and nothing more, taking away everything else that made her who she was and still she couldn’t stop feasting on Asmodeus, opening her throat as wide as it would go, sticking her tongue out and sucking as she moved up and down, her hand stroking when her mouth moved away from his base.

Once, she’d thought this feeling of lust would lead to love, but now she knew how wrong that was.

All they wanted was to take from her.

It was why she was so picky with her human men, why she made sure to remain in control at all times, feeding delicately and regularly so she didn’t take too much. The last thing she wanted was to make them obsessed with her – to make them treat her like a toy.

All these years of carefully feeding had given her insane control, and losing herself like this was terrifying.

Why was he trying to push her into that desperate, depraved creature she became when she lost control?

“At least you can do this right,” Asmodeus stated, sounding almost bored as he watched her choke on him. Then he pushed down on her head hard, making her gag. “Take a little more, sweetheart. But if you use your teeth, I’ll rip your head off those pretty little shoulders.”

It was tempting to bite down on him, but her body was already too far gone. She was dripping on the floor now, thighs clenching as she dug her nails into his thighs. His cock flexed, pulsing in her mouth every time her nose hit his abdomen, and it was all she could do to feed on his lust when he was using her like this.

Using her so well.

Asmodeus had managed to surprise her, which she couldn’t help but be impressed by.

For someone who didn’t feel emotions, he certainly felt this. The power of his lust was overwhelming and it was almost enough to hide his need from her.

He needed her.

Soraya latched onto that as more tears streamed down her face, swallowing more of his precum down until it felt like she might just come from the taste of his power.

“Do I really taste that good?” He was starting to sound breathless as he thrust into her mouth like he just couldn’t help himself, giving her even more of his lust. “I can’t tell if you’re just a dirty little slut who likes taking any cock down her throat this much, or if you’re enjoying this so much because it’s mine. Come on, you can tell me.”

He was so very dangerous, nearly getting her to actually answer him, but she gripped his base tighter and leaned into him so she wasn’t tempted to tell him she’d never wanted a cock this badly in her life.

“Those tears…” Asmodeus actually groaned, and she forced her gaze to stay on his chest so as not to warn him she could tell he was getting close. “Because my cock’s choking you…fuck. You’re so much better at this than fighting. Come on—come on, deeper.”

It was impossible not to moan when he forced more of his lust into her, shoving it down her throat to fill her up until she whimpered – her entire body so tightly strung it wouldn’t take much to make her snap.

“You like it that much, hm? Is it that tasty? Is it addicting?” The devil yanked her off of him and her small cry of despair at the loss of him was mortifying. “You were made just for this, weren’t you?”

Yes, she was.

He thrust inside her mouth again, eyes starting to look a little crazed and desperate as she frantically sucked him down, like he was feeding on her need just like she was his – losing his mind just as badly as her.

“Can’t say anything even if you can make those nasty little faces,” he growled. “That’s fine. Pout as you choke on it.”

Oh, fuck, she’d nearly come with the force of that thrust. It bruised the back of her throat and she dropped her chin to let it slide down as far as it could go.

“Fuck, yeah, you feel my cock inching down that cute little throat? You take it so well, like you were made to suck mine, and mine alone,” he breathed, slowing down like he was worried he might come before he was ready and she whimpered again, wanting to be used. “Maybe that’s what I like about you. I like that a lot, actually. The fact that you think I could be yours. No one has ever dared to try before. I admire your courage, little lilim.”

His lust and need spiked when he tried to pick up speed.

But she wasn’t going to let him force her into coming liking this – she wasn’t going to let him choose how he came either.

No, this was her show and she was going to remind him of that before he could make her forget. She’d swallowed down enough of his sexual energy that she was able to force herself to slow down, bearing the pain as her body protested.

Swirling her tongue around him as she came up, she let him feel just a tiny scrape of her teeth, knowing how much he would like that even if he pretended not to. Asmodeus was unlike anyone she’d ever been with before, but she’d let him take the lead for a reason.

Figuring out what he liked, what got him all worked up, and what would get him to finish would have been impossible if she’d insisted on staying in control. He’d wanted to use her, to show her what he could do, so she’d let him.

It had been a close call though.

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