Page 52 of Married to the Devil

Stoneheart doesn’t respond to the command at first. I’m sure he’d planned to run the show.

Ben’s brow arches in challenge at my captor. “I have a job to do, don’t I?”

I’m a messy toy between them, and the thought has another pulse of pleasure wringing through my core. It distracts me enough that I don’t notice Stoneheart doing as Ben says until the kilt under me falls away, and my bare ass against the warmth of Stoneheart’s abs, the gargoyle’s throbbing shaft taps against my inner thigh.

His cock is the dark gray I remember. The purplish head oozes a bead of pearly precum.

Ben isn’t careful or tender when he grabs Stoneheart’s cock, swiping a thumb over the tip and spreading the fluid down the rest of the shaft with a rough pump.

“Fuck,” Stoneheart hisses, pulling me higher and my legs wider to give Ben more room. and we both watch the demon work.

I whimper as Ben’s mouth wraps around Stoneheart’s thick cock, his cheeks hollow as he sucks. Jealousy burns in my chest that he’s doing something I haven’t dared yet only adds to thegathering pressure of his fingers stroking inside me, rubbing in a come-hither motion that makes another impossible climax start to build.

Stoneheart growls, and even though it’s not as resonate as the sounds he’d used against me before, it has my whole body tensing around Ben’s fingers. Ben moans around the cock in his mouth, the top of his cheekbones have red flags, and his eyes are shut in an expression of the same bliss as when he licked me.

Stoneheart uses his grip on Ben’s hair to push his head down until he gags before the gargoyle allows him up to gasp. Ben glares up at him before they return to their intoxicating battle. As angry as Ben seems to be, his mouth’s grip on Stoneheart is hungry.

As if he is starving to shatter this gargoyle.

“He is very thorough,” Stoneheart says, but his voice is crunching gravel. He’s much more affected by this than he’s voicing, and I’m wishing again that I was the one pushing him to lose control.

Teeth dig into my claiming mark sending me spiraling in time with the tense gargoyle behind me. Ben’s moan is desperate as if he’s getting too lost in the flavor of Stoneheart’s precum to remember their feud.

Stoneheart makes a ferocious sound declaring his completion, and I nearly come myself from that alone.

Ben slides his fingers from me and smacks away the hand Stoneheart has in his hair, pulling his head away from the pulsing cock, leaving a mess of overflowing cum. Ben ignores the streams of white running down the tight fist he has around Stoneheart’s knot and instead places his wet mouth to my pussy.

The slick texture change of his tongue and his fingers pushing inside me again has me whimpering as Ben fucks my husband’s seed into me.

“That’s it,” Stoneheart pants in my ear. “Take it all like a good wife.”

The juxtaposition of Ben between my legs pushing me to fly and Stoneheart caging me has me breaking apart in a stronger climax than all the rest.

I shout, pulsing around Ben’s touch and inside my husband’s embrace as flashes of color and light spark behind my closed eyelids.

“Fuck,” Ben breathes as he watches me gaspingly come down from orbit. He slides his messy fingers from the clutch of my body.

I should be past done. I should be ready to curl up in a nap.

I shouldn’t be wanting more, wanting Stoneheart’s seed to be pushed deeper inside me by the dark-eyed demon on his knees, but this night has nothing do to with logic.

“Ben—” I start, needing him to fill me, to cement this act with something less structured and more primal. I want to pull his release from him as surely as he did for me. I want him to fuck me.

And instead of standing and completing my silent wish, he vanishes.

It’s jarring.

Ben’s stiff form breathing hot breaths against my pussy, his eyes so direct and surprisingly vicious one moment and alarmed the next are suddenly gone.

As if he was never here.

I gasp, my head falling back on Stoneheart’s shoulder as a tremble starts in my limbs. All at once I feel so completely lost.

I don’t complain when he kisses my hair.

“Well,” Stoneheart starts, his voice rough. For once, the gargoyle doesn’t seem like the ruler of the universe. “That was unexpected.”

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