Page 51 of Summoning my Grumpy Demon Boss

I run my hands over his muscular back, all the way down to his taut ass. Then I squeeze. “Don’t hold back, Luke. You held back too long already. Give it to me.”

His rhythm breaks. He shudders and curses. His hips jerk once, twice, a final time. We’re connected so intimately I feel him pulse inside me as he cums. I look up to watch him and find his gaze locked on mine, the most intense expression on his face.

He’s so handsome like this. It makes me want to capture it. Sketch it. Except, I wouldn’t want to share it with anyone. I know instinctively, this is just for me.

I slide my hand up the back of his neck mirroring the way he holds me close. I’m sweaty, but his skin feels just as soft and cool as it always does in this form. “Thank you,” I whisper.

Luke leans his forehead against mine for a long moment, breathing heavily. “Mia, what are you thanking me for? Don’t you know that was everything I’ve been wanting—you are everything?”

I tilt my head to kiss him. “For waiting. For wanting me like that. I hope it was worth the wait.”

He chuckles. “Oh I think it was, don't you?” He pulls back gently, helping me sit.

“You want me to get you a towel?” I ask, as he removes the condom and makes a quick tie in it. I’m a little giggly. I might need the towel! I’m noticeably damp between my thighs. We just fucked like bunnies on the dining room table. Not something I ever thought I’d do.

Luke shakes his head and scoops me up in his arms. “Nope. Not yet. I’m taking you to the sofa, and you’re going to wait right there while I clean up all this.” He jerks his head at the dirty dishes. “Then I’m probably gonna have to have you again.”

I giggle again, but his expression is dead serious. “Luke! We only just stopped.”

“Doesn’t matter.” He navigates around the chairs and into the lounge room. “I’ve got ten years of waiting to make up for.”

He deposits me on the sofa, good as his word, then heads back into the dining room, giving me a great view of his taut, naked ass as he goes.

My pussy flutters. Come to think of it, I might not mind an encore.

The good thing about a kraken boyfriend is he has eight arms to deal with the chores, so Luke makes short work of cleaning up. When he comes back, we end up spooning on thecouch, not really watching Terminator, which believe it or not, I have already seen. After drying he shifted back until things get a little too heated and then both his hands and tentacles are all over me, teasing and touching until neither of us can stand it anymore. I climb into his lap and ride him slowly until we both cum together, gasping into a kiss, holding each other close.

I can’t remember being so intimate with anyone. Not ever. With Luke, it just feels natural.

After we’re thoroughly exhausted and we realise the movie finished an hour ago, he takes me up to bed and snuggles in behind me. I go to sleep quickly with the weight of his arm draped over me and his breath tickling the back of my neck.

I’m warm and relaxed when I wake up. Luke’s smell on my pillows has become a familiar reminder I’m exactly where I want to be. His masculine, earthy scent makes me smile as I roll over and look at him. He’s still sleeping, one arm tucked behind his head and the other draped across his belly. The doona is slung across his hips and I grin at the bulge tenting the fabric at his groin.

Guess I’m allowed to take care of that now. Now that I’m officially his girlfriend. Actually I think he called it a mate. I think I like that even better.

Still grinning, I duck under the covers and wriggle until I’m situated between his legs.

Everything was so hot and desperate last night I didn’t get a proper chance to appreciate him the way I’ve been achingto do ever since we started fooling around. Well now’s my opportunity.

I take him in my hand, appreciating the super smooth skin and the thick weight of him. I savor the smell, too, when I bring my face closer, holding him so I can brush the velvety shaft against my cheek until I reach the moist tip.

Luke shifts and groans, and I peep out from the covers to make sure he is still sleeping. He is. His gorgeous face is relaxed, his lips slightly parted. His cock jumps in my hand, though, as I stroke it slowly down and up again.

Running my tongue along the underside, I open my lips and take him into my mouth. He tastes good. Somewhat like the smell of him on my pillows, a little salty and of the sea.

Luke groans again and his hand pushes aside the covers. I look up to see him staring down at me. “Mmm, good morning, gorgeous.”

Reluctantly, I lift my mouth off him. “Good morning. Lie back. I’m not done. I’ve been waiting a long time to do this.”

He chuckles, laying back and holding up his hands in a posture of defeat.

It’s not long before my saliva wets his skin so much he transforms. I get an up close and personal view of the shift this time, marveling as the skin in my hand turns from light tan to green, the new color spreading across the surface like someone spilled paint there. Soon there are limbs coiled around me, caressing my cheek and my ass, questing between my legs to bring me pleasure when I’m trying very hard to concentrate on his.

“No fair!” I lift my mouth to speak, glaring up at him in mock reproof. “This is about you. Not me.”

He only shrugs and I giggle when the tip of one tentacle flicks a very sensitive area, then moan and spread my legs wider when he finds just the right place.

Soon his cock is jerking in my grasp, pulsing against my tongue as I flick it over the head and suck him into my mouth again.

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