Page 10 of The Demon of Detroit

“You did.” I’m so lost at the sight of her cunt, I can’t think straight. It’s glistening from her juices. Soaked and ready. I crumble to my knees and get a firm grip on her ankles to spread her legs. “And I have to punish you for it.”

“It’s what I deserve.” She leans further back on the desk to knock my last screen over. “Punish me. Teach me my lesson. Do whatever you have to.”

What the fuck is she doing to me? My strength comes from my independence. No ties and no boundaries. Yet every action she takes, every word she says, makes those beliefs burn out in a tailspin.

I pull her legs back, and her ass flies off the desk. I tuck the underside of her knees over my shoulders, pinning Penelope in place in front of me. Her hands reach for my hair, pulling at fistfuls of it.

Every slight movement I make inspires another labored breath from Penelope. I turn my head, and my morning stubble tickles her thigh, tearing a moan from her core. I kiss the soft meat, and her body jerks and wobbles.

“Take your shirt off,” I order against her thigh and kiss my way up.

Penelope nods. Her hands start dancing their way up her body while she pulls the shirt over her head. Her breasts bounce free from their confines, and she wastes no time groping them.

My eyes trail the length of her body while my lips reach the end of their journey. I can’t stand it. She’s perfect. Golden hair cascades down her shoulders. Her blue ocean eyes gaze at me longingly, desperately eager for what I’m about to do. Her tender hands, cupping the perfect mounds of her tits make my cock spasm.

And the sweet scent of her soaked cunt makes my mouth water.

I can’t hold back any longer. I shove my face between her legs, pressing the tip of my tongue against her engorged clit. She jolts forward, letting out a choked noise.

It’s hard to remember that every one of these experiences is unknown to her. Every touch is a new, orgasmic sensation all to itself.

The tip turns to the long pad of my tongue running along her slit and drinking in every drop of her sweet liquid. Her intoxicating scent doesn’t compare to her taste. She screams out, a hand returning to my head, and she can’t control her strength.

She yanks my hair, pulling my face tighter against her body. My tongue glides between her folds, getting ever closer to her hole. Her body jerks and spasms. Her legs rattle and squeeze around my shoulders.

“You’re so fucking delicious,” I mutter the words against Penelope’s pussy. Can she even hear it above the pleased noises escaping her?

It doesn’t matter. No more waiting. I steady my tongue and make it firm, before shoving it inside of her. Penelope jumps forward, wide eyes peering down at me with her lips in the shape of an ‘o’.

I hook my arm around her thigh and press my thumb against her swollen nub. I press against it firmly but start with slow, precise circles. Penelope’s entire body starts vibrating. Every muscle tightens, and her ass starts gliding around in the liquid she’s dripped onto my desk.

So. Fucking. Hot.

I start penetrating her harder with my tongue, and my thumb speeds up accordingly. Her body can’t choose between moaning, breathing, and choking on the sounds trying to break free from her chest.

“Ah, Harker, I-I’m…” She can’t get the words out, so I’ll say them for her.

“Yes, come for me. Come on my face. I want to feel it,” I stop to say before returning to my tongue fucking. My thumb moves faster, erratic, delivering whatever pleasure it can from my haphazard touch.

She jerks back and lets out a long, satisfied moan. Her chest bounces up and down with short huffs of air. Her body twists, her legs grip the sides of my head tightly, and finally with a long, drawn-out “Fuck”, Penelope reaches her climax. Her cunt explodes and releases a torrent of liquid into my mouth. I lap up every last drop.

As her orgasm comes to an end, she crumbles on the table. Her body goes limp and her breathing steadies.

“That was … you are…” She pauses, and a smile perks up her freckled cheeks. “Absolutely incredible.”

I get to my feet. My knees are wobbly and shaky, but I don’t stay on them long.

I watch Penelope trail a single finger across her belly and between her breasts, and I collapse on top of her. I press my lips against hers, giving her a taste of her delicious liquid still lingering on my lips.

“That, my queen, was only the beginning,” I say, pulling back to see the satisfied glint in her eyes. “What comes next” —I pause, basking in the glow of her delighted grin— “will rock your whole fucking world.”

7

PENELOPE

How did we even get here? One minute we’re upstairs preparing for our evening ahead, and the next we’re standing in Harker’s basement. Bright white lights shine over a pristine boxing ring, and scores of people surround it.

Not once while we were upstairs had I realized these people piled into his home. Even now, I’m completely dumbfounded at the sheer mass of people who entered without so much as the rumble of a car’s engine coming up the driveway.

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