Page 42 of Secretary's Obsession

When he pushed the tip of his finger into the clenching channel, they nearly came imaging how tight it would feel around their cock.

His mouth was released, and Scott expected George to draw things to a halt, convinced his blissful one would not be interested in what his demon side wanted. Their gazes locked and there was hunger. One that suggested that stopping right then was not up for discussion.

The tension built between them as the sound of their ragged breathing filled the quiet. “I want you,” George exclaimed. “I want all of you. Will you give it to me?”

Scott understood George was speaking to him in that moment. “We will. He understands now you are all that is important to us. Nothing else matters.”

Amusement lit George’s eyes. “Never thought I’d be grateful to dear old dad for anything.” His mouth landed back on theirs, and any thoughts on the subject fled.

Somewhere along the way, they found their way to the bed, and George rode three fat fingers, begging for more in such a way that they struggled not to come from the luscious sight he made beneath them.

The bed creaked ominously as George rolled them so fast, they landed on their back with him above, straddling them. His eyes gleamed with a dark passion that left them breathless and yearning for him to take charge.

When he reached back and took hold of their cock, they groaned in approval. He sank down, inch by delightful inch. His body glistened with sweat as they rode the intense pleasure, sharing it through their bond. It was there, glowing between them, in them, making the universe become just about them. Every muscle in their bodies slowly filled with a pleasure like no other. It made everything else inconsequential. There was just this. Just them.

They gasped together, opening their souls. The beauty of sensuality came with each roll of George’s hips as he rocked, keeping their cock deep inside him, like he couldn’t bear to let go. Heat, unimaginable, searing hotness, traveled from their cock to their balls and up the spine to zap at any and all of Scott’s brain cells, working to derail each and every one, rendering them useless.

George topped from the bottom, giving him a sexy fucking grin that melted his heart and made his cock so hard it felt like it might burst when his large hands landed on their chest. “Ready for the ride of your life?” his bear growled, pinning him to the bed.

“Yes,” he moaned breathlessly. “Yes, fuck yes.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

George

Never in his life would he have thought he’d have a cock up his ass, except right now, it was all he wanted. The pale blue demon was stunning, and a temptation George had never considered.With whatever potion his father had gotten the dickweed to make and spray on him, he had needs that left him here, sitting on his demon’s cock and fucking loving it.

If he was going to have a meltdown about that, it sure as hell wasn’t now when this mate was moaning “yes” in that sassy, demanding voice that was part Scott, part demon. Something else that was irresistible.

The pole in his ass lit fires that trailed a blaze from the soles of his feet to the end of every strand of hair on his head as he rocked his hips. He ground down when Scott hit a spot that made him leak all over the pale blue skin, making it glisten in the overhead lights that had gotten flicked on when they had bounced off the switch coming through the door.

On and on, he rocked and moaned in time with Scott. It was as if he was being taken apart and being put back together. Only this time, the pieces fit perfectly with Scott’s. “That’s it. Show me how much you want me.”

He shivered and moaned. “I do, my honey bear. I want you to come all over me.”

George’s cock hurt with the need to come, yet he wanted his demon to come first. He needed it more than food, air, and water. Combined. He squeezed and rocked. “Then come for me. Fill me until all I smell of is you.”

The light caught the delicate blue of their demon’s neck as he arched, his hands clasping George’s hip bones hard enough to mark, whimpering, “Fuck, yes.”

His face was an exquisite mask of pain and pleasure, one George could not look away from. His own arousal pulsed as the one in his ass expanded further before warmth spread deep inside him.

“I’m comingggg,” his demon howled.

George’s cock erupted hard, a volcano couldn’t have spurted with more intensity. Cum sprayed pale blue skin, the headboard of the bed, and the wall behind it as George’s balls throbbed and gave up a gallon of cum. Minutes passed as he decorated his demon, who made an erotic picture, rubbing cum into his skin with one hand while gathering and licking cum off the other. “So yummy,” he groaned around the fingers in his mouth.

A sexy ass move that ensured George kept on coming until he collapsed, exhausted long minutes later. He lay there on top of his mate, who clasped him tightly to his body, appearing unwilling to let go, which was fine with George, despite feeling a little uncomfortable with the remaining semi-hard cock in his ass.

Listening to the heart slow beneath his ear, George drifted on the spent euphoria of the most epic orgasm of his life. His eyes shutting, he snuggled in.

Okay.

Well.

That happened.George had woken in his own bed, which was fabulous, curled around Scott, who’d shifted back to his human form sometime in the night. There wasn’t any stickiness anywhere, so Scott’s demon must’ve cleaned them at some point, which was sweet, but the air still held the lingering traces of their climaxes.

This is home… the way my home was meant to be. My mate in my arms, my bed smelling of our delicious, combined scents.George closed his eyes and just savored the moment.

Would I be the asshole if I hoped Scott sleeps for the next two or three days just so we can enjoy this?

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