Page 108 of The Female

I love it, though.

“You look so pretty,” he compliments, his voice rough. “I love when you act like the little slut I know you are.”

The only noise I can get out is a breathy gasp. I continue to rock against his fingers while he rubs my clit with his thumb, his touch perfect. Being with an incubus has its benefits, the biggest one being the orgasm I can already feel building.

Gray sucks in a deep breath as it grows, the man probably feeding.

“Cum.”

His teeth are sinking into my neck a second later. He doesn’t bite hard enough to break the skin, but it will still leave a mark. Good. I want Shay to see it and know he’s mine.

Gray is mine.

I hold back a moan as my orgasm tumbles through me, my thighs clenching around Gray’s hips. He continues to pleasure me, and he doesn’t stop until I’m sagging against his chest.

“I want to touch you,” I breathe into his ear.

Gray hums, thinking it over, before nodding. I try not to look too shocked as I sit up and make room for him to undo his pants. Is he finally going to let me touch him?

It’s about time.

“You can’t make me cum,” he warns. “I’ll tell you when I’m close and take over.”

I don’t love that, but finally getting to touch him keeps me from complaining. Gray shoves his pants and underwear down his thighs, and I gulp as his hard length smacks against his stomach.

It looks the same as it did in my dream, and I meet Gray’s eyes before returning my attention to his manhood. He’s large, and I bite at my bottom lip as I reach down and curl my fingers around it.

His skin is warm and soft, and I revel in the tiny gasp he lets out as I touch him.

Gray continues to work his fingers in and out of me, his tempo the same as the one I tentatively stroke him with. His eyes are squeezed shut and his face flushed, both reactions I’m going to take mean it feels good.

I tighten my grip and jerk him faster. Gray’s hips twitch upward, and his swollen lips open to let out a low moan. I love hearing it, his noises a turn-on.

“Fuck, that feels good.” He grunts as I twist my fist around the tip. “I’m not going to last long. Keep rubbing me like that.”

I nod, eager to please as I focus on the rim of his cock. Gray tries to push my hand away after a few seconds so he can take over, and I fight him for a brief moment before letting go so he can finish himself.

He curls his fingers and rubs my inner walls in a way that has no business feeling as good as it does, and I make eye contact with him as I feel another orgasm building. I’ve never cum without having my clit touched before, but I’m not surprised Gray’s the one to change that.

I stiffen at the exact moment he cries out, both of us finding our release at the same time. It feels romantic, and I collapse on him as he feeds.

“Naughty girl,” he teases, removing his hand from my leggings.

My laugh is a bit more breathless than I care for it to be, but Gray seems to enjoy it as he beams and wraps his arms around my torso. He lies back on the couch and drags me down with him, the content smile on his lips warming my heart.

Mine.

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GRAY

IDON’T THINKI’ve ever noticed how short Charlie’s legs are. She’s an average height for a human female, but demons are naturally taller, so she still seems small. I hold my hand next to the back of her head. Her skull would be easy to palm.

“Come on,” I urge, patting her butt and hoping she’ll get a move on and walk faster.

When she said she wanted to do one last thing before bed, I thought it’d be quick. I should’ve known better. Sometimes I think she moves at a snail’s pace to piss me off.

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