Page 57 of Gaga for the Gargoyle
“Good?”
“Yes, God, keep going.”
“I’m not your God, Evangeline. I am yourmate.”
He stretches me and it’s a strange feeling, slightly painful, but it quickly turns to pleasure as he pumps the fingers in and out. He spits on them a few times to make sure I’m properly lubricated.
Fuck. Why is him spitting so hot?
His mouth returns to my pussy, and he’s driving his tongue into me again. He finds a rhythm between finger-fucking my ass and tonguing my cunt.
I smooth my hand over his wings again, and he groans. So, I keep doing it and it’s as ifmypleasure merges withhis. My strokes match the movement of his fingers and tongue, and it doesn’t take long before another orgasm washes over me.
He moves from between my legs, crawling up my body so he can kiss me, long and hard. I taste myself as he plunges his tongue past my lips.
Nectar.
“Are you ready?” he says against my mouth.
“I’m ready.”
He removes his t-shirt and sweats, his hard cock springing up the moment it’s free.
He fists it up and down, letting the pre-cum lubricate the shaft.
Not that he needs it; I’m soaked.
He presses the tip to my opening.
“Remember, we will reach orgasm at the same time. My cock will knot, and I will bite you while all my cum empties inside you. Then you finish the bonding ritual by biting me. You have to drink my blood. You’re going to be ravenous, and you won’t want to stop, but you must, otherwise taking too much could make you sick. You’ll know when you’ve had enough.”
The thought of drinking blood should make me sick to my stomach, but instead, I squirm with thirst.
“I’m ready,” I repeat.
Xander thrusts into me.
“It’s going to happen fast, because our bodies are more than ready to unite our souls.”
My moan sounds more like a scream as he hammers into me, hard enough that I hope my pussy will be bruised and battered tomorrow. His large, heavy balls slap against my ass, offering a pleasant slap of pain.
I feel the tip of his cock expand, hitting my G-spot with every deep thrust, and my walls pulse around him.
I’m close.
He picks me up off the bed and sits down so Ican straddle him.
“Ride me,” he growls, and he knows how much I love it when he growls.
It motivates me to move my hips, bouncing on his cock, up and down.
He cups my ass in both hands and squeezes, his claws biting into my meaty cheeks.
“I’m close,” he says.
“Me too.”
The base of his dick grows until he’s unable to pull back out of me. I feel full with him seated inside me, the tip of his cock pressing against my G-spot.
