Page 26 of Gaga for the Gargoyle
That’s the moment I fall apart.
I hold on to him as I scream and shake and let the orgasm wash over me.
His fingers stay paused inside me, my pussy pulsing around them.
When I finally come down from that mind-blowing orgasm, he pulls his fingers out and brings them up to his mouth.
He licks them clean.
I’ve never witnessed anything sointimate.
Brandon always complained about going down on me. He said it was gross and unsanitary.
Yet this gargoyle —thisking—sucks my release off his fingers as if I’m dessert after a three-course meal.
“You taste so sweet, Kitten. Let’s lie you down so I can have more.”
He walks us to the bed, my thighs brushing up against the edge.
“Lift your arms.”
He pulls the t-shirt over my head and tosses it behind him to the ground. Next, he removes my sweats until I’m left standing there in nothing but my panties.
“So fucking gorgeous, Evangeline.”
His large hand cups a breast. It’s so small in his palm. His thumb flicks my hard, sensitive nipple, and I groan.
“I love how you react to my touch,” he says, his voice low and seductive.
He bends down to remove my panties next, and I hold onto his shoulders to step out of them.
“Get on the bed.”
God, why do I love him giving me orders? All I want to do is behave and be a good girl for him.
I get on the bed and scoot back, propping myself up with my elbows to watch him undress.
“How do clothes work with your wings and tail?”
“Magic-infused fabric.” He turns as he takes off his shirt, allowing me to see the fabric separate when it slides past the wings. It weaves back together once it’s off his body.
“Whoa,” I whisper.
Xander grins from ear to ear, and his tail whips back and forth. There’s something on the end that I can’t quite make out, but it’s shaped somewhat like a flower’s bud. Bulb shaped, even.
My nipples tighten painfully hard thinking about what he could do to me with that tail.
He kneels on the floor. He’s so tall, the edge of the bed barely reaches his stomach. He grabs me by the hips and tugs me down, allowing him to wrap his arms around my thighs and spread my legs apart.
“You’re still so wet for me, Evangeline. I can’t wait to have this inside you.”
He sticks out his tongue. I whimper at the sight because it’s a long fucking tongue. It extends down his chin and appears to be at least seven inches.
He must like my reaction because his tail whips around behind his back again.
“I want you to play with your nipples while I eat you out, okay? I want to hear you scream. Show your king how well he devours you.”
Your king.
