Page 23 of Knotted
“Mine,” he growled, dropping one hand down to my ass to grind me into his rigid dick. “You’re mine.”
“And you’re mine.” I gripped his shoulders and swiveled my hips on his lap. He took my mouth in another demanding kiss. Insistent and fierce.
I reached between us to his pants and undid the button. I pulled my mouth away from him enough to issue a demand.
“You’re not going to deny me this, not this time.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” His hands went beneath myskirt and he snapped the sides of my panties. “You’re mine now.”
“You idiot, I was all along.” I yanked down his zipper and freed his impossibly hard cock.
“You could have fooled me.” He groaned the words as I closed my hand around his length. He grabbed my wrist and stopped me after only a moment of stroking him.
I arched my brow at him, and he chuckled. “Such a needy slut.”
He dragged a finger along my already damp cleft. A touch so soft it had me arching my hips to beg for more.
“I’m not coming until I’m inside you. And even as wet as you are, you’re nowhere near ready for me.” He gently circled my clit before sliding his hand down between our bodies and sliding a finger inside of me. His hands were so big, even the one digit was a stretch. “You are temptation incarnate. I’m going to fuck and stretch this pretty pussy until you’re able to finally take my cock.”
He pulled out, returning with another finger before curling them inside me. His other hand came to rest on my ass, a finger trailing between my cheeks to press against my tight hole. I squirmed, the sensation strange and different but not unpleasant.
“I love that you’ve never been fucked here. I get the pleasure of teaching you how much fun it can be to have all of your holes stuffed and fucked.”
“Later.” I growled, grabbing his horns and dragging his mouth down to mine. “Shut up and fuck me already.”
“Such a needy slut.” As nipped my lip and pulled his fingers out of me. I wanted to sob at the loss. “I believe I promised to worship you like a queen.”
Asmodeus stood up with me in his arms and turned toset me on his throne. Strong hands spread me wide, legs over the arms of the throne and completely exposed to him. He dropped to his knees and bowed his head to me.
His tongue was a hot brand against my skin. His groan shuddered through both of us.
“You look like Heaven but taste like sin. I could spend forever between your legs and never get enough.”
“As!” It was a whine. A plea. I needed his cock, and I needed it now. I didn’t want this slow teasing. I’d waited so long for him and I wanted it so much.
“Patience, love. Patience.” I was about to yell at him again, thoroughly impatient, when he bent his head and drove his tongue into me without warning or preamble. It was long and thick and so, so good. But it still wasn’t what I wanted or needed.
“As, please.” I wasn’t above begging. I’d waited for him for so long and I needed to feel him, all of him. “More.”
His tongue withdrew from me, only to move up and circle my clit. He slid two fingers inside of me, and then three. The stretch was almost painful, but the pleasure assaulting my clit as he flicked it with the tip of his tongue counterbalanced it. He curled his fingers and at the same time sucked my clit into his mouth. It scraped against his pointed teeth and the combined pleasure and pain and ache had me seeing fireworks.
I was still flying high when I was hauled up out of the throne and found myself straddling Asmodeus' lap.
Spread wide over his sprawled legs and his hard cock between us, I gripped his shoulders. As moved a hand between us to position the head of his cock at my entrance. I expected him to bury himself inside of me, but he teased. He entered slowly, stretching me around him one inch at atime. It was so good. It was almost too much. It was more than I expected and exactly what I needed.
His grip was firm on my hips as he slowly pulled me down his length. I wanted so badly to slam myself down and feel him deep within me but the look of awe on his face was enough to allow him to set the pace. Even if it was almost agonizingly slow.
"So sweet." His eyes locked on mine. "You're taking me so perfectly. What a good girl. What a good little slut. I've been waiting for you forever, my love."
"Good. You're stuck with me." I reached down and pulled my skirt out of the way so I could watch as his cock stretched me wide. "There's no changing your mind now. We're in this together, for better or worse."
With one final thrust of his hips, Asmodeus slid the rest of the way inside of me and we both froze, my eyes flying back to his to see the flames banked there.
"You're mine." He whispered, pressing a kiss to my neck. "There's no going back. Not for you or for me."
"Tell me again in ten years." I challenged him, moving my hips to grind against him. Needing movement. I was so full it almost hurt and sitting there locked in position without movement was slowly driving me out of my mind. "Will you stop being sappy and fuck me already?"
"I'll tell you again in ten years." Thrust.
