Page 31 of The Devil and His Sparrow

The whimper seemed to light a fire inside him. He started placing soft kisses on my fingers and licking off the moisture that had gathered on them from how turned on I was. “Say my name.”

I tried to control my already ragged breathing. “Zagan.”

His tongue swirled over my pounding clit, and electrifying heat coursed through my entire being. “Again,” he hissed with another flick of his tongue.

“Zagan!” I gasped. Sweat already beaded the back of my neck, both from my muscles straining to hold my position and from aching for his touch.

“Say my name when you cum,” he commanded.

I watched from hooded eyes as Zagan’s mouth and tongue worked on my clit. My legs shook on either side of his head as sparks ricocheted between my thighs, swirling all throughout me. My moans came out breathy and hungry, and they only got louder when two fingers plunged inside me.

His name left my lips on a groan, and I tried to keep my head up and eyes open to watch like he’d told me to.

Even with my limited view, I could see the satisfied smile on his face as his tongue and digits coaxed me closer and closer to that sweet, blissful place. His blue eyes held mine over the hood of my pussy while his tongue flicked and swirled in just the right spot, and his fingers curled to rub inside me. The mixture was too great, and with his eyes firmly fixed on my face, I detonated.

“Zagan!” I practically screamed as my entire body shook with the release. I finally collapsed onto my back and let my hands fall to my sides.

“Goddamn, you taste good,” he growled, getting to his knees between my legs and resting back on his heels.

He slid his hands under my thighs and gripped them, yanking me forward. I gasped, and as I watched him line up with my entrance, trepidation tried to replace the high of the orgasm. He didn’t give it time to take over, though. With an ease unlike last time, he rubbed the head of his cock through the wetness in my folds and used that to help himself push inside me.

I fisted the sheets beneath me at the burn that came with the stretch, and I gritted my teeth as he pushed deeper. The sting wasn’t as bad as the pain from before, and after a few more seconds of him slowly sliding in, he finally grinned down at me and praised, “Good girl. You took me all in. Now I’m gonna reward you.”

He kept his firm hold on my thighs with my legs draped over his arms, and he sat up higher as he withdrew to just the tip before plunging back in. My back bowed with the spine-tingling sensation. The burn of fullness had basically subsided, and now all I felt was breathless, warm, and electrified. Each hard thrust of his hips sent my mind scattering.

I couldn’t believe I ever thought he was bad at this.

I moaned and curled my toes as the pleasure spiraling in my center built up all over again.

“Oh, Zagan,” I cried. “Zagan, I’m—I’m—”

I couldn’t find words. I couldn’t even think past how amazing I felt with his large, hard dick plunging in and out of me, reaching spots I’d never even known were there.

“That’s it,” Zagan sang. “Lose yourself to it, baby. Lose yourself to pleasure and sin with me.”

This orgasm hit me hard, traveling over my entire body. I threw my head back and screamed with the intensity of it. Stars burst behind my closed eyelids, and if he didn’t still have my legs hooked around his arms, they would’ve fallen like limp, useless noodles.

My brain was fried, but through the haze of it all, I was amazed. Who knew there was something that felt this good out there? To think I’d been missing these experiences all this time.

Zagan’s hips didn’t stop as he worked for his own release now. He inhaled deeply as he stared down at me, and when he smirked, his eyes seemed to briefly change to their black with red slits. It was there and gone so quickly, I wasn’t sure if it was just my post-orgasm imagination or not.

“The way your pleasure tastes …” Zagan growled, watching me like he was mesmerized. “It’s been awhile since I’ve tasted sex this good.”

The grip of ecstasy still had me firmly in its hold with his cock continuing to drive into me. Maybe it was because I was under its spell that I asked breathlessly, “What does it taste like?”

His hips drove in harder, and he angled himself so that he seemed to hit me even deeper. My mouth fell open with another slew of moans, and the pulsing ache between my thighs was nearing a crescendo once more.

“Your pleasure tastes …” He seemed to consider it while his eyes traced over my naked flesh. “Like sunshine on a hillside. Warm. Sweet. Refreshing. Freeing. You taste as close to heaven as a demon like me will ever get.”

His words brought me to that peak all over again, and this time, he fell with me. He grunted as he slammed into me once then twice, spilling himself inside me as he did.

He pulled out with a wet pop, and he released my legs to fall back onto the mattress. He sat next to me as he caught his breath while I was basically an empty husk lying there. It felt like my very soul had left my body behind with the dizzying rush of sexual bliss.

He leaned back on his hands and stared down at me with a satisfied grin. “Still think I’m bad at it?”

I fought to regain control of my own breathing and tried to think of something witty to say back. I was too jumbled in the head right now, so instead, I went for honesty. “No. You proved me wrong.”

My head fell to the side, allowing me to look my fill of Zagan. The muscles on his tattooed arms stood out as he leaned back on them, and I found myself tracing the beautiful snake up his arm. My eyes moved to the ink on his defined chest and down his chiseled abdomen until my gaze rested on his glistening, still hard cock.

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