Page 53 of Demon's Prey
Kurse stopped rubbing her nipples, then reached over to the side of the bed. Since their dalliance started, it was important for them to use lube. But usually, they weren’t in this position—Kurse always expressed fear of tearing her when she rode him.
He squeezed the liquid out of the bottle and rubbed it over himself. Faith helped, which she realized made him even harder. She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. That would certainly help things.
She was not afraid of his cock, and wanted to feel him deep inside her. She had enough confidence in herself to know when too much was too much. He just turned her on so much, she could not help herself.
Faith stood up on the bed over Kurse and removed her panties. Before she knew it, Kurse’s mouth was wide open and pulling her open legs toward him. He dove headfirst into her sweet juices, tonguing at her clit and wallowing in her glory.
Faith threw her head back in surprise. She began humping his face, bracing herself against the wall as she rose closer and closer to orgasm.
“Oh Kurse, oh yes Kurse!”
She screamed his name as she came for the first time that night. Being with Kurse was like going from zero to sixty. First, you are wet with arousal, then suddenly, your body is seizing with the most powerful orgasm of your life.
Light danced in front of her eyes as she trembled on top of Kurse. She pulled herself off of him and fell onto his chest, breathing heavily. Kurse kissed her, his mouth still tasting of her wonders.
“Kurse, Jesus.” Faith whispered.
“I’ve told you,” Kurse raised his hand into the air, planting a hard spank on Faith’s bottom. Her breath caught in her throat, then she smiled. “He has nothing to do with this,” Kurse growled as her as she raised herself back up.
“Oh, forgive me, good sir.” Faith stood up again, rubbing at her vagina, loving its sleekness. She began to lower herself on top of him, very slowly, his width first pushing through her labia and then moving inward.
“Faith, oh my.” Kurse rolled his eyes back. Faith began to lower herself even more, feeling his size capture her insides with its thickness. She moaned at the sensation of him being so deep in her. She kept going, feeling overwhelmed, but loving it.
“Faith, be careful,” Kurse begged as he helped her lower herself by holding onto her hips. Faith was so glad that he cared for her, but she knew she could do this. She kept going, then felt her thighs touch Kurse’s torso.
Her eyes flew open. He was completely inside her and was already rubbing against her g-spot. She slowly began bouncing on top of him, the sensation of him possibly moving through to her ribs absolutely thrilling.
“Oh fuck, Faith!” Kruse grabbed onto her hips. She rode him softly as he gripped onto her skin. Faith could feel the sponge of her g-spot being scraped every time she lowered herself. So she did it faster and faster.
Kurse started thrusting upward into her. She gasped, feeling like her entire body was going to explode. They continued like this for a few more minutes until neither of their bodies were able to take the promise of pleasure anymore.
“Faith, I’m going to cum!” Kurse’s mouth widened, and his eyes brightened beyond belief. Faith continued riding him, feeling her own orgasm approaching like a rollercoaster inching closer and closer to the drop.
“OH FUCK, KURSE!” Faith felt a liquid fire itself out of her vagina at the same time that Kurse fired his load deep into her. They both screamed as the bed toppled to the ground, the couple falling side by side during the collapse.
Faith was breathless and held her hands between her legs. She continued to feel something cool pouring out of herself. She saw dots in front of her eyes, like a magical bouquet of orgasms.
Kurse laid next to her, rubbing at himself. He, too, was breathless and couldn’t catch it. Eventually, he let go of his cock, then turned to look at Faith.
Kurse seemed more red than usual.
“You are red all over, my love,” Kurse said— as if he had read her mind.
Faith touched her face. She was feeling flushed and like she was floating on a cloud somewhere.
“Kurse, I think I just squirted. I’ve never done that before.”
Kurse’s mouth dropped open, and he planted a deep kiss on her mouth. Their tongues danced, and they embraced one another while lying on the floor, the shattered bed next to them looking like a crime scene.
“That is amazing, baby!” Kurse inches in closer, then whispers, “What's squirting?”
Faith laughed from the depths of her soul, then gave Kurse the deepest kiss she could muster. She touched his face and glistened with love, “Whatever it is, you’re good at it.”
EPILOGUE
HENDRIX
Hendrix Moon sat at her desk just past midnight, the yellow from the streetlight pooling over the heap of papers before her. She told herself she wasn’t going to stay late again, yet, there she was. She felt she was getting closer to something big, something important.
