Page 18 of Knotted
“There you are. Such a good little slut.” He pulled away from me and I was shocked when he got up and left the room. My body went cold without his heat.And for some reason, I felt like crying.
Stupid. It was just the post-orgasm come down. It had nothing to do with him leaving me without a word.
I was still laying there struggling to get control of my emotions when he returned with a bottle of water and a damp kitchen towel. He cracked the lid and handed me the bottle before using the towel to clean up the mess I’d made of myself. His movements were gentle and kind. It was more after care than any guy had ever shown me, and I didn’t know what to make of it.
“Drink.” Asmodeus commanded.
The part of me that rebelled at being told what to do was tempted to pour the bottle of water on him. But my throat was raw, my mouth filled with cotton, and I didn’t want my bed any wetter than it already was. So I drank.
“Good girl.”
I downed half of the bottle in one go, appreciating the cool water on my parched mouth and throat. And if a little bit of me lit up at the praise, well, that couldn’t be helped.
As moved off the bed and stood beside me, eyeing me like a meal. As though he hadn’t been devouring me for the last forever.
“Don’t even think about it.” I moaned, turning over to bury my face into the blankets. I fumbled to put the bottle of water on the bedside table before pulling a pillow over my head. “I’m dead.”
“Oh, but what a way to go.” As’ voice was a rumble of appreciation. His hands came to massage my lower back for a moment before sliding down to rub and smooth over my overly round butt.
“Stop.” I swatted at him. My hand landed on a firm thigh. I took advantage of the moment and ran my hand up the thick, muscular limb. Something hard and hot brushed against the back of my hand and I realized he was still hard. While I had come until I couldn’t see straight, he was still raring and ready to go.
I shifted my grip to wrap around his hard cock. He froze, standing beside the bed. His cock was so wide my finger and thumb didn’t meet around the girth of it. It was long and thick and hot in my hand and I wanted it inside of me.
Releasing him, I flipped over onto my back and shoved the pillow away before looking up at him. Flames danced in his black eyes as he stood over me, slowly stroking his cock.
In that moment, he looked every bit the demon lord he claimed to be. A fierce god people worshiped. He was perfection.
And I wanted to break him.
“Fuck me.” I demanded, bringing my hands up to cup my sensitive breasts. “Stop playing with yourself and come play with me instead.”
It was a stupid thing to want. I was so overstimulatedand sensitive and soreness was starting to set in. But I couldn’t help it. I wanted that gorgeous cock inside of me.
As stopped stroking himself and climbed onto the bed on his knees. He lowered his head to kiss me.
“Admit you’re mine,” he said against my lips. “And I’ll give you everything you’re begging for in those big brown eyes of yours.”
“Never.” I reached up to stroke his cock, circling the head to catch the drop of precome that beaded there. I brought my thumb to my lip, and sucked it off. His nostrils flared and eyes went dark as he watched me.
“Then you can’t have my cock.” He started to pull away, but I held firm. I raised my head to take him into my mouth. He was so hard and so hot. He tasted spicy, and I wanted more.
I rolled to the side to take him deeper and he groaned above me. Good. I wanted him as out of his mind as he made me.
Asmodeus allowed me to have my way for a couple of minutes before he broke. He shoved me onto my back and straddled my chest, thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. He was going a little too fast, a little too deep. I was drooling and gagging. It was angry and obscene.
And I loved every minute of it.
Especially when he leaned back to slide his hand to cup my pussy and grind his palm against my clit. He slid two, then three fingers into me. The stretch was impossible and so, so good.
“When you’re done fighting me, I’m going to fill this sweet pussy with my cum over and over. You’ll never go without me leaking from you. And you and everyone else will know who you belong to.”
I wasn’t sure if the sound I let out was a plea or anobjection. Everything was too much. He stiffened in my mouth.
Asmodeus swore, and pulled out as he thrust his fingers deep inside of me. I whined at the loss of him and at the nearly painful stretch. He kept thrusting inside of me even as he fisted his cock and began jerking himself off. He covered my neck and chest in his cum. The fluid hot on my skin. I wondered if it would leave red marks on my flesh.
I wondered if I cared.
As’ palm ground against my clit as he continued to thrust into me. Just as the last drop of fluid fell from his cock, I went over the edge.
