Page 23 of Dreaming of the Demon

I felt myself going hot all over. How could he know how I had always fantasized about a man going down on me?

“Because I’m touching you, of course,” he murmured, answering my silent question. “So I know how you long to have a man between your thighs who knows what he’s doing—just as I know that every man you’ve ever let try tasting you has been a disappointment in some way.”

He was definitely right about that. Every time I let a guy go down on me—and there hadn’t been many—it was almost like they were afraid of my pussy. They gave a few hesitant licks and then gave up. The one time I had a guy between my legs who actually showed any enthusiasm, he latched onto an area that was nowhere near my clit. I had tried to redirect him but he kept going back to that one spot until I finally gave up and tapped him on the shoulder to let him know I’d had enough.

It had gotten to the point where I believed getting oral sex was one of those things it’s amazing to fantasize about butalmost always disappointing to experience in real life. I wasn’t sure if anyone could really change my mind about that.

“I can,” Malik rumbled confidently. “And I can find your sweet little clit, too. But just in case you need to redirect me, I have natural handles for you right here.” He tapped one of his horns and gave me a knowing, half-lidded smile.

“Oh…” I bit my lip. I really wanted to let him do this, but I still felt a little shy about it. “Maybe…maybe I should take a shower first,” I said hesitantly.

“No—I want to taste you just like you are,” he growled. “Now pull down your panties and let me see that sweet pussy.”

He was already working on pulling down my yoga pants, which I had changed back into before we went home. The way he was looking at me coupled with his commanding tone turned me to liquid from the waist down. With a little gasp I raised my hips to help him strip down the pants and panties, baring me completely.

“Good girl,” Malik growled and he was already on the floor and spreading my legs . “Now just relax and let me taste that sweet pussy.”

“Are…are you going to sting me again?” I panted.

He looked up.

“Do youwantme to sting you?”

I bit my lip.

“I…I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you watch this and think about it then.”

And then the triangular end of his tail was suddenly there, teasing lightly around the curls that grew on my mound and then tracing the slit of my pussy with its tip.

“Oh!” I moaned softly as the tail dipped deeper, sliding into my wet folds to caress my aching clit.

“Mmm, look at that sweet little clit,” Malik murmured. Leaning forward, he parted my outer lips with his thumbs, opening me for his tail.

I watched, mesmerized, as it teased me, sliding around and around the sensitive little button and making me moan again with the intense pleasure. I kept expecting him to sting me, but he didn’t—I wondered why not.

“Because I want the pleasure of tasting you and making you come with my mouth and tongue first,” Malik growled, answering my question. “I’ll sting you again but right now I can’t wait to eat that sweet, creamy pussy. Spread wider, baby—let me in.”

And with that, he leaned all the way forward this time and captured my aching clit between his lips.

I was still somewhat sensitive from the first time he’d stung me, so I moaned and jerked, my hips bucking involuntarily as he licked me. My reaction seemed to please Malik because I heard a low rumble of approval in his throat and then he was pressing forward and licking me in earnest.

I had never had a guy go down on me like this before—with such a mixture of enthusiasm and skill. He seemed to know exactly what to do and how to taste me to bring me maximum pleasure. And more than that, he seemed to really beenjoyingwhat he was doing.

Malik looked up for a moment, his mouth shiny with my juices.

“Of course I’m enjoying it—I fuckingloveeating your pussy, sweetheart. Knew I would. Spread wider—going to make you come.”

I moaned and did as he commanded. As soon as I obeyed, he started licking me like I was his favorite flavor ice cream in the world and I was in danger of melting.

I definitelywasin danger of melting. Hardly knowing what I was doing, I gripped his horns in my hands and held on tight while I bucked up to meet the hot tongue invading my pussy.

Malik seemed to love his. He growled deep in his throat and his long, muscular arms wound around my thighs, splitting me even wider as he buried his face between them. It was like tasting me was more than just pleasing to him—it was like heneededto do it—like he was so hungry for me he couldn’t stop himself and there was nothing he would rather be doing at that exact moment.

“Malik…Malik!”I found I was chanting his name like a prayer as I pressed forward to meet him. He had found my special spot—the right side of my aching clit—and was licking it over and over again, pushing me higher and higher until I was sure I was about to explode. If only I could have just a little more stimulation…

Again, the big Incubus knew exactly what I needed. I felt the tip of his tail slipping inside me and at first I was afraid he might sting me. But then I felt it swelling to fill me as he found the end of my channel. Oh God, it was getting so big inside me! My inner walls were stretching to take him but it feltgood—it felt like exactly what I needed to finally come.

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