Page 39 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

“There are ridges on my cock that will make you wild, and you’ll take every inch of me like a good fucking girl, won’t you?” I ask, my voice cracking.

“Will you talk me through it?” she whispers, her words and cadence showing her arousal. But also, her scent can’t ever lie to me.

It smells like my favorite dessert in the car. I’m unworried that someone will see the car and come over to help. It’s almost two in the morning, and she’s tucked away from the road.Anyone who does come by, I’ll scare away. This is for her and I, and no one is going to take this away.

“I want to come on your face and your tits, make you wear my cum on your skin as you drive and walk home. I want the world to know that you’re mine,” I growl.

“Such a caveman,” she whispers, her eyes on my hand as I rock, thrust, and fuck my dick with it. I wish it was any one of her holes instead, but I’m committed to giving her time. “I want a taste when you come. Can I have some?”

“Lorelei,” I yell, shuddering. I almost blew my load just now, my back is spasming, my balls pulled tightly up. My only saving grace is that my knot still hasn’t reformed yet. Otherwise, instincts that I didn’t think existed would be kicking in and I’d be hard pressed not to drag her across the console. “You can have anything you damn well want.”

Pulling off a hair tie from her wrist, she pulls her hair up, releasing her seat belt to get up on her knees. Thank fuck that the car is shifted into park. I don’t know how or when, but she did it. Time is moving at a funny pace, my mind picking up only certain details as everything begins to pinpoint down to her and I.

Nothing else matters. Lorelei licks her lips and my eyes flutter closed for a moment. The hot, wet heat of her mouth forces them open as I watch her suck on the tip.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my hand rubbing her jaw gently as I continue to fuck my cock underneath her mouth. “Relax, you’re doing so good. Can you take anymore?”

Her moan is like a balm and aphrodisiac in equal measures as she sucks hard on the crown of my dick before pushing further down my shaft. Up and down her head bobs, trying to take more with each pass. Her drool helps, and also gives me lube to continue to jerk off into her mouth.

She feels so good, my sounds and her sucking filling the car perfectly as we work together.

“Fuck, I’m right there. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth— Ah, fuck!”

My scream punctuates my release as she pushes her head further down my cock. I can hear the moment that she not only discovered the ridges on my dick but she tastes my cum as it fills her mouth. She swallows convulsively, trying to taste it all, however, I soon overflow her mouth.

“That’s it,” I rasp. “You’re taking me so damn well.”

Lorelei lifts her head, my cock bobbing out of her mouth as she releases me. She’s not done yet, and by the time she finishes cleaning me up with her tongue, I’m in as much pain as I was to begin with. She’s smug, her mouth and chin stained with my cum.

She’s my perfect little cum slut, ruined panties and all. I should let her walk into the apartment to tease Phenex, but this was mine and hers. I don’t want anyone else to see her.

“You have a little left on your face,” I purr, her answering whimper making my dick twitch. “Come closer and let me clean you up. You’re a messy eater.”

Smirking, she leans toward me, my height allowing me to duck my head down to devour her lips, licking and sucking to clean her up.

“Drive us home, beautiful, and you can show Phenex exactly how we just destroyed your panties,” I say, putting my dick away as I kiss her lips again.

“You taste so good,” she says, almost pouting. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”

“Good, the curse of needing each other to the point of pain is one we’ll share,” I murmur, watching as she sits down and pulls her seat belt on.

I notice how she winces as she sits, a testament to how wet she is. Her sweet scent gives her away as well, her colorless blueeyes almost swirling with angst and desire. She’s completely wound up.

Lorelei drenches the car in darkness as she turns out the light, and she puts Bertie into drive. She’s careful as she pulls out onto the road, paying attention to any potential traffic. I know it’s also a distraction tactic, so I possessively palm her pussy, dragging my knuckle over her pants covering it.

She wiggles as she whines, and I murmur things I forget the second I say them. They’re inconsequential, sweet nothings said to keep her calm as I edge her. My lips twitch as I increase the pressure, watching the road as she gets closer to shattering for me.

Fuck it, I’ll disappear with her into the apartment so no one else will get to smell how delicious she is. I need to repay the favor, help her work this energy out as her hips threaten to buck hard into my hand. I keep her in a holding pattern of being so close to her release she can feel it, yet knowing that she needs just a little more.

“Samael, oh, please,” she begs, her eyes slitting as she drives through the university gates.

“Not yet, baby. You’re almost home,” I remind her. “Get home, and you’ll get to come. Just a little further.”

“Fuck, this is so mean,” she whimpers. “I need more. Please.”

“You know what to do,” I say without mercy, watching as her skin flushes in anger and desire.

She drives, every stop sign getting cursed out under her breath, and I increase my pressure on her covered clit.

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