Page 138 of Unwrapping Deviance

“Mira! Fuck!”

“Stop?” It’s not a taunt, but she’s rocking her finger, sending sparks through my balls and up my cock.

It doesn’t hurt. Her finger is tiny, but there’s still a tug, a friction from the dry entry that’s making the ring burn slightly.

I don’t know if I’m supposed to like it. Never had anything back there. Never had anyone put anything back there. Not that I’ve ever been opposed, but now I’m curious how it would feel with lube to make the glide better.

“No,” I grind out and nearly fucking die when her finger plunges to the second knuckle and she hollows her cheeks around my head. “Fucking ... what the fuck...?”

She thrusts lightly, matching her finger to her mouth and I’m fisting the back of the couch with one hand and the edge of my cushion with the other. Restraining the urge to grab her.

When Mira lifts her head, dislodging my painfully throbbing cock from its home in her throat, my desperate ass actually whines. Like a puppy begging for his treat. I should be mortified but she gives me a smile with wet, swollen lips and eases her finger the rest of the way as if to pacify me.

Outrageous and still my hip pushes into her hand, meeting her thrusts.

“Do you like this?” she whispers, leaning up into my chest. Her lips brush mine as she finger fucks me and stares into my soul.

I nod, mesmerized by the dark, feminine heat coming off her. I’m fucking loving this side of her.

“Don’t stop,” I tell her and earn the most hauntingly beautiful smile, the kind I would crawl across scorching asphalt for her for.

“I want to do this again.” She combines the depth of her finger with the press of her thumb into my perineum and my whole body jerks. Bells scream between my ears. “You feel so good.”

Goddamn it!

She eases the pressure and I slump against the cushions. Wheezing for breath. Sweat soaks my skin, plastering my clothes to me. I tear off my top and chuck it somewhere.

Mira dislodges from me gently and I nearly whimper. She just smiles and kisses my mouth.

I watch as she unfolds from the sofa and reaches for the hem of her sweater. Inch by inch, she frees all that sweet, perfect flesh. Her pants come next until she’s exactly how I want her all the time.

Naked. Aroused.

I waste no time tearing off my shoes and jeans and she grins at my enthusiasm.

I’m holding my breath by the time she returns. My heart is rampant in my chest as my demon positions herself with her head back in my lap but her ass up in the air. One leg is extended over the cushion to brace on the floor, spreading her invitingly to the man who is no longer focused on his laptop.

I haven’t forgotten about Daniel but who gives a shit about him when I have a dirty little brat greedily sucking my dick and palming my balls. Daniel isn’t my problem.

Mira spits on her fingers. Not lube, but I spread my knees for her and only slightly wince when she nudges the tender area. There’s a bit less gripping when she slides back in. The whole finger. To the hilt. Her mouth takes my erection at the same time in perfect sync.

I drop my head back and close my eyes, letting myself get lost in the feeling of so much sensation. Daniel mentioned a boyfriend and I wonder if she did this with him or if she learnedit from one of her books. It doesn’t matter because I’m the one reaping the rewards.

A cavernous, satisfied groan rumbles down my cock and my eyes snap open. Mira’s still sucking me off, but Daniel is behind her. His hands on her raised hips and he’s fucking her and she’s vibrating down my shaft with every hard thrust.

It’s fucking amazing and I know I’m not going to last, but I bear down and close my eyes again, letting my senses drift between her finger, her mouth and the hot hum of her throat.

Holding on becomes a white knuckled situation when she slams herself down harder, faster while begging Daddy to fuck her pussy deeper.

Shit. Definitely not going to last.

“Mira...”

I try to warn her but my demon clamps her lips around my base and fucks my ass deeper and I’m only human. I wash her greedy throat with an insane amount of cum that she happily accepts.

I’m still dizzy when she detaches and straightens. I’m not prepared for her mouth closing over mine or the hot cum she transfers into my mouth.

I groan in surprise, but don’t pull away. I know what my jizz tastes like. I’ve licked myself out of a pussy or two in the past. But like the finger in the ass, this is new.

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