Page 49 of Summoning my Grumpy Demon Boss

I know I changed the subject but this feels mighty important right about now. “You ready to tell the world? Because I’d really, really like to put more than just a tongue in this groove tonight.”

Her ankles hook around my hips, and she pulls me closer. “Mmm, I want to, but what will people think? What will your family think when I’ve only just broken up with someone else?”

I cup the back of her neck, and tilt her face to look up at me. “You think I care what the fuck anyone thinks as long as you’re mine?”

She holds my gaze for a moment and I wonder if she can see all the passion and the certainty in my eyes.

I guess she can because a moment later, she’s smiling again. Then her hands fist in the front of my shirt. “Then I don’t careeither. I want to be yours.” She pulls me in for a kiss so fierce I wonder if she’s been holding back all this time. She grinds on me, sucks me in, even bites on my lower lip when I go to pull back.

My cock is hard and aching to be released, and my balls are tight.

No way we’re making it to her bedroom.

I’ve been waiting too damn long to get inside her.

Pushing aside the plates and dinner things, I tug off the jumper and her top and lay her back on the table under me. She moans when I dip my head and kiss up her belly, stopping to lavish attention just below her bra, teasing my tongue beneath the underwire, then kissing down to dip my tongue into her navel. She tries to tug me higher, but I don’t budge. I might not be able to keep my hands off her long enough to take her to bed, but I’m in no rush to end this either.

She arches her back when I finally reach behind her to unfasten the bra. We have it off in half a second and her breasts bare and waiting, the nipples hard and pebbled. So goddamn tempting. I cup them and squeeze them gently, loving their shape in my palms, loving the way she groans with desire.

When I rub my thumbs across her nipples, her back bows off the table and I grin with satisfaction. My pulse throbs in my fingertips the way it would in my tentacles if I were shifted when I glide them as gently as I can across her satin skin. Down and slipping beneath the waistband of her leggings and panties so I can pull them off.

When I finally have her naked pussy spread for me like dessert, I’m all but beside myself. Pent up longing fires all mynerves until every pulse of my cock against the seam of my jeans is agony.

“Oh, my god, I need you so much, Luke. I don’t want to wait.”

I’ve hardly gotten started. I haven’t even tasted her yet. She’s echoing my thoughts, though. “Then be good and cum for me quickly.”

She groans, and when I lower my mouth to her slick pussy, her hands go into my hair.

I love it.

Love the sting of her tugging me to just the right place, like she can’t hold back as much as I can’t hold back my need for this. Her salty sweet perfection coats my tongue and lips, and I flick the swelling nub of her clit with a slow rhythmic motion. It doesn’t take long before it’s pushing out from under the hood of skin, hard and needy, and so ready for extra attention. Planting my mouth, I suck on her, using my hands to keep her spread for me when she bucks at the sensation.

“Oh!” Her fingers tighten in my hair and my cock gives an answering throb in my pants. Not long now. Just a little longer. I can hold on for her.

I need it, though. Need the feel of being that close to her, being inside her. I push two fingers through her juices and slide them up into her tight little pussy. Oh, fuck is she tight. Her inner muscles squeeze me as soon as I’m inside, and I know she’s close. Bloody hell.

I don’t know how much longer I can take this.

Curling my fingers, I reach for that spot that’ll send her flying. I keep my mouth on her clit, and when I find it she cries out. “Right there! Keep going, oh, keep going.”

I don’t stop. No way. I do just what she says, curling my fingers and flicking my tongue, until a burst of sweetness wets my chin and Mia shudders in my arms.

Beautiful. Beautiful. I don’t even have to look up to know that gorgeous expression is on her face. Her lips parted, her brow furrowed, and her cheeks flushed like she’s been in the sun a little too long.

Easing my fingers out of her, I’m reaching for my fly when I hear the rip. With her moisture coating my chin, my skin turns green and my tentacles split my jeans, saving me the need to remove them. This is it. This is the moment. Ten years I’ve waited to be here again.

It seems only right that I get to do it in this form. Grinning to myself, I resolve to make her squirt all over my face every time.

When I’m like this, though, my tentacles are hard to control. They tend to have a mind of their own at the best of times, but when I’m aroused all bets are off. As soon as I’m shifted, they begin their questing over every surface of Mia’s skin I can reach and I’m just about bowled over with sensation. The extra limbs to touch her with add so much stimulation that I groan aloud with desire as I cup her ass, the tip of one tentacle teasing at her slit while another toys with her nipple.

I grit my teeth and force my body under my control because there’s one thing I’m sure of. I’m not going to let go until she’s cum on my cock and tentacles more times than she can count.

I’ll be counting, though. I’ll be counting every single one, and no matter how many times she does, it won’t be enough. Ineed to show her what it will be like to be with me for the rest of her life.

My cock is flushed and angry, juices from the tip drip down the shaft, readying me to enter her. Mia lifts up on her elbows to look down at it eagerly. Just the feeling of rolling on the condom has me sucking in a breath.

I groan as I thrust home. I have to brace myself on the table under her and take a long breath. Bloody hell. I slip straight in, and she hugs me tighter than any fist, like she never wants me to leave.

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