Page 92 of Bad Demon

I could taste myself on his lips, all blended with him, and when he nipped my lip as if he couldn’t get enough, my pussy clamped down on his fingers. I came for a second time, rocking against his hand, gasping into his mouth, and kissing him wildly.

Panting, I pressed my forehead to his.

“More?” he growled.

“Yes,” I said.

I pushed at his shoulder now, wild with hunger for my hound. He rolled onto his back, following my silent order. I sat on my shins and gripped his shirt. He helped me tug it off, and I took in his gorgeous, muscled body.

“You’re so beautiful, Relic.” I pressed my hand to his tattooed chest, shaking my head. “No one has ever made me feel the way you do.”

He reached up and cupped my face. “How? Tell me how you feel.”

“Excited, wanted … needed,” I whispered, almost afraid to say those things out loud.

“Show me,” he rasped.

I licked my lips. “How?”

“Any way that feels right. You can do anything you want to me, Fern. I’m yours to touch, tease, taste as much as you’d like. No limits. No part of me is out of bounds. It’s all yours.”

The thrill his words sent through me had me trembling.

“I want you naked,” I admitted.

“Then, have at it.”

I reached for his jeans and shakily undid them. He lifted his hips so I could tug them down. I tossed his boots, socks, jeans, and underwear on the floor, and he lay there, naked, watching me watch him. He was so large—everywhere. His muscles were taut, and the veins in his arms, thighs, and lower stomach all bulged.

“Your body is … it’s so perfect.”

His lids drooped. “Fucking love your eyes on me.”

His cock was so big, angled up, and it looked painfully hard. It was darker than the rest of him, and the tip was glistening.

I knelt beside him, and looking at him like that had me squirming. I reached out, tracing one of the pronounced veins on his lower stomach, down to his groin, and his cock twitched.

I looked back up, and he was breathing roughly through his nose. I kept my eyes on him as I curled my fingers around his thick cock.

“You’re so—gods—so hard.”

“Didn’t know I could get this hard. You did that to me. Only you can make me this way.” He groaned as I stroked him slowly up and back.

He’d enjoyed licking me. Would I enjoy licking him?

Curiosity got the better of me, and I dipped lower and swiped my tongue over the glistening head. A tormented sound rolled from him, and I squirmed again, feeling achy and incredibly wet still. I didn’t think I could ever get enough when it came to Relic. I licked him a second time and rocked against my heels, desperate for another release already, but also wanting to make him feel as good as he’d made me feel.

“Come here,” Relic ordered. “You need to get off. Can fucking smell that pussy, baby, and it needs attention. Come sit on my face, sweetness.”

Oh, fuck. I wanted that. There were so many things I wanted. But right then, I wanted to make him feel good, and I wanted to look at him while I did it. I climbed on top of him, but when he reached for me to pull me up his body, I shook my head. Instead of letting him drag me higher, I ground my pussy on the underside of his cock, trapped between us against his stomach. I knew I could get off this way. He was so hard and hot—gorgeous. I dragged my pussy along his length again, then back.

“Can you … can you come like this?” I asked breathlessly.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his fingers gripping my hips and taking over.

He ground against me, making me cry out from the delicious friction. Planting my hands on his chest, I rocked against him in long, sweeping strokes.

“Relic, I … holy fuck.” I groaned.

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