Page 51 of Married to the Devil

I assumed being between two men would mean more fucking?—

Ben, as if he can’t bear to wait a moment longer, pulls at my panties—hard. The burn of the fabric stretching and pulling at my skin before it snaps makes way for the instant relief of cold air on overheated wet skin.

“Fuck!” I shout, before closing my lips and giving a flustered moan, remembering we’re in semi-public room in the penthouse.

Stoneheart’s laugh is low and soft. “All our rooms are soundproof, but the scent of what we’re doing will be obvious. Any of my people who know what’s good for them won’t stepany closer to this room than they can help. Be as loud for our demon as you want.”

I open my mouth to complain about his teasing or calling Ben his demon but cry out as a hot tongue licks me instead.

My toes curl, and Ben’s mouth presses against me again, quicker, his tongue lashing me with wet efficiency that has me starting to dissolve. I moan with abandon even as the gargoyle at my back nuzzles my hair and watches the other man between my legs.

Ben doesn’t eat me in the same greedy way that Stoneheart did. Each lick and suck are strategic, punching my pleasure forward and pushing me toward climax faster than I thought possible.

I’m nearly there when Stoneheart moves my hands to clutch the skirt of my dress in place and slides his fingers through Ben’s hair, tugging it with purpose.

“Easy,” Stoneheart says. “This isn’t a task on a list to check off. This isn’t just to get her off.”

Ben’s tongue pulls away, and he glares at Stoneheart the way I want to. Or the way I would if I weren’t the better part of the way to an orgasm.

“Enjoy her,” Stoneheart rumbles. “Does she taste as sweet as you imagined?”

“Better.” Ben’s growl isn’t the vicious thing that Stoneheart’s is, but it still makes me shiver.

“Then savor her. Take what you need. For however long until you’re satisfied.”

Ben’s brow creases in confusion before it clears. He meets my gaze.

“Please don’t stop,” I gasp. And he doesn’t, but when he goes back to tasting me it’s with much less strategy.

Each stroke lingers and wraps my stomach in grasping warmth. I’m still being pushed higher and higher to climax, butwith sweet explorations of each reaction rather than a direct path. The skin of my chest heats, and my body beats in a slower but still demanding rhythm when he gives a low moan against my pussy.

It’s as if I’m witnessing Ben’s hunger crack open before me.

“Better,” Stoneheart muses, and I try and fail in my half attempt to twist from his grip but settle when he purrs in my ear.

Ben’s actions become more direct. He kisses my pussy and sucks my clit leisurely before plunging his tongue as deep as he can inside me.

I shatter on a soft cry and arch against Stoneheart who croons nonsense in my ear.

Ben doesn’t stop, devouring my release. He switches his tongue inside me with his fingers, plunging deep, massaging me as if to coax more of my arousal for him to sip away. It doesn’t take long for the waves of pleasure that had brought me to the peak before to combine together for another.

It’s only on the third orgasm that I start to think that I should have considered what the two of them meant by Stoneheart telling him he can have me for however long he wants. Each orgasm chases away a little more of the apprehension that has plagued me since the moment I agreed to this marriage.

But I need to keep some of that caution.

I’m twisting in Stoneheart’s grip again, my arm reaching back as I dig my nails into the gargoyle’s neck, searching for a mercy he doesn’t seem to have. The burn of his hard cock pressing against my back the only sign that he’s enjoying the show.

I try and beseech the demon instead. “T-too much.”

Ben makes a sound of frustration but eases up anyway. His fingers stay inside me, moving softly with my own flutteringbody. I sigh in relief even as a masochistic part of myself pouts that he stopped. He sits back to take me in.

I’m buzzing with stimulation. Sometime between the second and third orgasm Stoneheart lowered the cups of my bra and started tugging punishingly at my nipples until they are a much deeper red than they naturally are, and I’m gasping like I can’t catch my breath.

I’m utterly debauched and haven’t even been fucked yet.

Ben’s eyes are still dark. Taking in every detail of me as I do the same to him. His lips are shiny with my arousal and his cheeks flushed.

“Lift her higher,” he says.

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