Page 72 of Guarded By the Phantom

“My girl,” he growled, climbing steadily. “I’ll make you take my cock, baby. You’ll scream my name when you come. Practice now. What’s my name?”

“Scarab,” I panted out as he curled his finger inside me, stroking that spot that had me seeing double. “It’s Scarab!”

“So good,” he said reverently, entering my bedroom. “And so needy. Oh, baby, you shouldn’t have teased me like that. You made me crazy. I’ll mess you up so bad.”

He threw me on my bed and kneeled on the floor, tugging my legs to him until they were draped over his shoulders. I wasstill trying to catch my breath when he opened his mouth and showed me his tongue as it slithered out, diving for me.

When he licked me slowly, I let my head fall back with a pained moan. He didn’t even take off my thong yet, just licked me through the fabric, and I was out of my mind with pleasure.

His tongue pulled back, warm bone brushing my inner thighs as he looked up from between my legs, grinning. “Good, love? You like having my tongue on you?”

I raised my head with effort and nodded. “Yes. Please. I love it.”

He laughed, giving my clit a single, toe-curling lick before he spread me obscenely open with his fingers.

“Like I said. You’re perfect. I’ll have this pussy every night and morning from now on. You’ll get sick of me.”

I shook my head to protest that no, I’d never get fed up with him. He didn’t see it, though, his face back between my legs, tongue winding around my entrance teasingly. He pushed the fabric to the side, his fingers keeping me open.

When his tongue dove in, I grabbed the sheets and whimpered. He was wet, hot, and bulky, and as he went deeper, opening me, my body welcomed him with effort. It was a stretch but not a bad one. Pleasure rode on the wings of discomfort, making it all worth it.

His outer teeth pressed to my labia, his face completely buried between my legs. I shook as he fucked me with his tongue, its strokes even and powerful. He made grunting, hungry sounds as he ate me out, and each made me shiver with pleasure. Heloveddoing this and he made it obvious.

Like he had promised me earlier. He was on his knees, and he worshiped me.

I closed my eyes and let go, moaning his name as he filled me. The more pleasure poured in, the more the voices in my headshut up, until only one remained—his voice, telling me how good I was. Telling me to take him.

“That’s a good doll,” he murmured, pulling back. “Just like this. Tell me how good it is. Beg me for more.”

“Please,” I said at once while he gently pressed his outer teeth into my clit and then sucked it into his mouth. “Please, Scarab!”

He groaned, sucking harder while his tongue stroked me. I came after a few breaths, arching off the bed while my ankles crossed behind his nape, pulling him closer.

When my body relaxed, my pussy pulsing with the final aftershocks, he straightened and gave me a long, pink-eyed look.

“Bad doll. You didn’t scream my name when you came.”

I opened my mouth in surprise. He didn’t sound angry but delighted, and as he stood, gripping the front of his shirt to pull it off with one, efficient move, I crawled back to the center of the bed to watch him.

His boots were next, each falling to the floor with a thud. I watched with a thundering heart as he unzipped his pants and pulled them off, standing naked in front of me, his gaze pink, his face grinning.

“I screamed your name before, though,” I said. My mouth was dry. He was gorgeous.

“Oh, that’s not good enough,” he said, taking a step closer. “But it’s fine. I’m up for a challenge, love. You like what you see?”

I nodded eagerly. Yes, I loved it. His skin was dark gray and smooth, stretched taut over beautifully shaped muscles. His torso was perfect, with a broad chest and chiseled stomach, his waist tapering into narrow hips. The muscles of his abdomen formed a sharp V that I wanted to lick.

He was completely bare, all his armor tucked away. It formed raised black lines mimicking his bones below, the plates running down the sides of his arms and forearms, coming up his legsand circling his pelvis. They ran over his ribs, too. He looked completely unique and devastatingly handsome.

My breath hitched when he came closer yet, and his stiff cock jerked with the movement.

It was dark red and long, the bumps on the top of his shaft throbbing gently. As he came closer, his knees touching the edge of the bed, I saw something glisten metallically on the underside. I reached out with a trembling hand, and he released a long, audible breath just before I tentatively wrapped my fingers around him.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed. “Touch me.”

I scooted over to have a closer look as I ran my fingers over him, exploring the pulsing bumps first. From what I’d read about abominations, that was the reason for their sexual popularity. The bumps were supposed to feel ecstatic inside.

His head was even a darker red than his shaft, and it pulsed, the shape graceful, skin glistening with how taut it was. He leaked from the slit, glittering, blackish precum staining his tip. I swirled my finger in it, and he gasped, twitching in my hand.

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