Page 59 of Demon Shock

“What are you?—”

Her words died abruptly as I dove for the taste I needed. It was slightly sweet, a little salty, and absolutely addicting. I lapped at her pretty little pussy from bottom to top, long strokes of my tongue that didn’t miss a drop of her essence.

“Oh my God,” she said, gripping my shoulders tighter.

My cock wept at the sound of her voice, and the telltale warning at the base of my spine grew as she repeated the words several times.

I knew from my brothers it was a good phrase that meant she was praising my skill at tasting her. When she said it twelve times—a number Ghua promised was perfect—I used my tongue to explore her opening. It squeezed me as I pressed my tongue upward, using firm pressure to lick there.

Ava’s fingers tangled in my hair, and her knees bent as the channel around my tongue began to quiver. My cock throbbed. Her keening cry echoed in the tiled space. It was the mostbeautiful sound. As beautiful as the pussy trying to suck my tongue.

With a grunt, I released into the bottom of the shower.

Before her pussy pulses stopped, I replaced my tongue with my fingers. Merdon swore during a female’s release was the perfect time to trick a smaller pussy into accepting more than it thought it could. And Ava’s pussy felt very small. Thankfully, two of my fingers slipped in easily. Her opening fought the addition of the third one until I lightly circled her clit with my tongue.

She made a tortured sound even as she pulsed anew and accepted the third finger.

“Look at how good you are,” I said, hoping she couldn’t hear my desperation to be inside of her.

She shivered in response and took my fingers deeper.

“Yes, just like that,” I said. Then I kissed her clit lightly because it was there and so pretty.

She whimpered and moved her hips on my fingers.

“Do you want more, my sweet Ava?”

“Yes.”

The pleading word drove my need to feel her around my cock, but after Allison’s story about Hanno hurting her because he went too deep, I was worried about doing the same to Ava. And once I was inside of her, I knew I wouldn’t want to stop for a long time. I wanted to stay buried inside of her for the remainder of the day.

“Turn around and brace your hands on the wall.”

Some of the haze cleared in her gaze. “Wait…what?”

I withdrew my fingers and kissed her mouth again until she was pliant against me.

“Trust me, Ava. Put your hands on the wall.” As I spoke, I guided her hand to the wall, keeping her under the warm water. “Let me see how well your pretty little pussy can take me.”

Her cheeks flushed as she slowly turned away from me.

I reached around her, cupping her with one hand. She squeaked when I lifted her, and her hands slid against the wall.

“Uh, I?—”

With one arm supporting her waist, I replaced my hand with my cock.

Her moan joined mine as I slowly entered her from behind. Her body squeezed me better than her palm had. The ache in my testicles returned as my fingers found that little nub. I circled around it, coaxing her body to accept more of me.

When her passage started to resist, I gently rolled it between my fingers with very light pressure. She jolted in my arms, bucking even as her pussy relaxed to allow more.

“That’s it,” I said, my voice strained. “Just like that.”

She shivered and tried moving against me. I maintained control of the depth, though, easing her onto me even as my eyes wanted to roll back in my head.

When my hips firmly pressed against her ass, I withdrew and repeated the process several times until her body no longer resisted me. With each pass, the tingling need for release intensified.

“You’re so perfect, Ava,” I said. “Does anything hurt?”

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