Page 25 of Gaga for the Gargoyle
“Why do you never believe the things I say to you? Who hurt you to make you feel as if you’re not a goddess who walks the land?”
Goddess.His words are cheesy, but my pussy is eating it up. She’s pulsing and wet and I’m dying to let this gargoyle king do ungodly things to me.
“Whatever you’re thinking about, keep it up,” he says, sniffing the air.
I squeeze my thighs together.
I love that he can smell how turned on I am.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you. What do you like?”
“I...I don’t know. I don’t have much experience.”
He steps closer to me.
“Why?”
I gulp, trying to wet my dried-out throat.
“Well, I was married, and he’s the only man I’ve slept with. Then we got divorced, and I’ve been too scared tohave sex with anyone else yet because my sex life with my ex was...bland.”
“Did he make you come?”
“No. I’d go to the bathroom after and finish myself off.”
“Oh, Kitten, I’m going to enjoy showing you what you’ve been missing.”
He holds up his hand and retracts his claws, then teases the band of my sweats—hissweats—with his fingertips.
“Do you want me to eat this sweet pussy and make you come on my tongue?”
I whimper, and he gives me a knowing smirk. He said exactly what I needed to hear.
“Did your ex ever go down on you?”
“Yes, but he hated it. He wasn’t good either, and I had to fake my orgasms.”
He tsks and slides his hand down my front until his fingertip teases my slick opening.
“Hold on to me, okay?”
I nod and clutch his arms and nearly collapse to the ground when he eases a finger inside me. His digit is long and thick, and my pussy clenches around it.
I moan, and he leans down to capture it with a kiss.
The moment his lips meet mine, he pumps his finger in and out, slowly...torturously. His tongue gently massages my own, as if he’s savoring the taste.
He adds a second finger, pausing to let me stretch around him before thrusting into me faster. My knees become weak, and I grip his arms harder for leverage.
I’ve never felt suchpleasuresolely from a hand.
He breaks off the kiss to clutch my hair at the nape, tugging to pull back my head so he can trail his mouth over my jaw and neck...all while he pumps his fingers inside me.
“Xander, please, I’m getting close.”
“Good. Come for me, Kitten.”
His fangs scratch over the valley between my neck and shoulder, and his thumb presses against my clit.
