Page 5 of The Imp Act

“Good. Better get things nice and juicy if you want me to accommodate that baseball bat you’ve been waving around.”

He doubles down, latching his lips around my clit and sucking until I squeal. He chuckles, which just comes out as a puff of warm air on my most sensitive parts. He slides two fingers into me, and his other hand moves to my pelvis, holding me down. Anchoring me. Adding pressure.

“Oh, fuck. There’s something you should know,” I moan.

He barely pauses, but manages to reply. “What’s that?”

My hips jump involuntarily, pressing me tighter to his probing tongue. “I’m a squirter. If you keep doing that—” I break off as a moan rolls through me. I’m starting to get incoherent, because he’s really, really good at this.

Rather than backing off, he doubles down, sucking and licking even harder. Hot pressure starts to build low in myabdomen, that curious feeling that precedes the most intense orgasms. My hips are undulating against him as I whimper.

“Fuck, that’s so good. Right there. Oh, god, please don’t stop,” I beg.

He just laughs against me, sending little vibrations all through my hot spots. The pressure inside me keeps building, ramping up and up. When it finally bursts, it’s going to take me down. All the same, I keep pressing against him, searching for…more.

Then he shifts his fingers inside me, rubbing against my G-spot, and I lose my mind. “I’m coming,” I wail as the vibrating waves rip through me, shaking my whole body with their intensity. I feel the wetness between my legs as I squirt all over him, my hips still flexing against his mouth. He doesn’t seem bothered, because he latches his lips over my clit again, sucking hard and sending more shockwaves through me.

When I’m writhing and whimpering beneath him, he finally stops and sits up, his eyes hot. He swipes a hand across his mouth, and then before I know what’s happening, he’s pushing inside me, his big dick spreading me wide.

It’s a tight fit, but not a painful one. On the contrary, the feeling of him is delicious.

He leans down as he impales me, whispering in my ear. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I need you to do it again. I need to feel you come on my cock so bad.”

I can’t even answer. He’s so thick inside me, so deep, his tip pushing against my G-spot. I’m still shuddering with aftershocks from the first orgasm, and somehow he’s making them stronger, turning them into the buildup for another one.

My entire pussy is pulsing against him, and I can feel muscles spasming in my legs as my body coils tighter, chasing the pleasure. He thrusts into me, just hard and fast enough for it to be good, without it feeling like I’m being hammered.

“Ohhh,” I moan. “Right there. Fuck, I’m gonna come again.”

At my warning, he does something with his fancy dick, twirling it inside me so it hits all the right spots and sends me over the edge. I come with a wail, and he increases his pace, grunting as he comes with me.

He collapses on top of me, breathing hard, and rather than feeling squashed, I relish the weight. It’s like he’s my anchor, the thing that keeps me from floating away on all the pleasure.

ENZO

As we lie there, recovering from some of the most epic sex that’s ever been had, Noelle runs a gentle thumb over the scar on my cheek. “How did you get this?”

I shoot her a wry grin as I shift off of her. “Got hit in the face by a guy wearing a big fucking ring.”

“What? How? Why?”

“Got in a fight with a bully when I was younger. I had ethics. He didn’t. He clocked me with the ring and got in a few kidney shots too. After that, I took up boxing. Nobody’s ever gotten one over on me again.”

“Wait, you mean Monstrocity’s imp playboy is a secret…what? Street fighter?”

I chuckle, feeling sheepish. “Not anymore. Now I only box in a ring, with a trainer. You know, to stay in shape. But yeah, I’ve maybe been in some scuffles.”

It’s her turn to laugh. “A wealthy bad boy, huh? No wonder the ladies love you.”

“Nah, I’m reformed. Now come here.” I pull her close, settling in. “Let’s get some rest. There’s just one thing, though,” I say, shooting her wink. “Because of my wings, I have to sleep on my side. And that means I’m always the big spoon.”

“Works for me.” She snuggles in, pressing her ass against my groin. I shake my head. What a little tease.

An hour later, I startle awake, burning like I’m on fire. Noelle is still blissfully passed out beside me, so I throw the covers off and stumble into the bathroom. I shut the door and flip on the light, then splash cold water on my face to try to cool down.

It doesn’t help.

What the hell is going on?

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