Page 13 of Cooking Up a Demon
Kallax growls, and his grip on my ass tightens, pressing me against his torso. His other hand still tangled in my hair. I’m immobile against his large, hot body. I squeeze the base of his horns, and he bucks against me.
“Sorry,” I mutter into his mouth, hoping I didn’t hurt him.
“Do it again,” he orders. His voice is impossibly lower, and I shudder at the sound.
I press my fingers around the base of his horns where they attach to his skull. The hard horn gives way to something that feels like the cartilage in a nose. Firm, but with some give. I squeeze there and am rewarded with another growl and his fingers gripping harder into my mostly bare ass.
I thrust against him, and he lowers me down until his cock presses between my legs, right where I need him. I grip his horns harder and wrap my legs around his tighter as he uses his grip to rub me up and down his massive bulge.
“Inside,” I pant against his mouth. “I want you inside of me.”
He lowers me back onto the island and uses a hand in the middle of my chest to press me back against the cool laminate top. I shiver at the cold after the intense heat of his body.
“This is the exact opposite of what I asked for,” I pout. I look down my body at him. He grins and grabs the sides of my panties. “I swear I will injure you if you rip those.”
The underwear aren’t fancy, just cotton string bikinis. But finding panties that fit as a plus sized woman with a belly and little ass is a challenge, and there is no way I am replacing them because the demon can’t take ten seconds to slide them down my legs.
“You’re no fun.” He curls his fingers under the thin straps and works them down my legs.
“You’re not the one paying for clothes.” I glare at him. “Now, will you fuck me already?”
I shift up far enough to yank my sports bra over my head. But, of course, I get stuck halfway there and growl as the stretchy material gets wrapped around my head and arms.
“Need a hand?” The demon’s voice is placid, and I growl again, this time at him. When I don’t reply, he reaches up and tears the fabric in two. While I want to kick him for destroying yet another article of clothing, I’m too relieved about being free. Plus, the way he tore the thick spandex like paper is fucking hot.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He growls, running those sharp nails over my skin between my breasts to the top of my mound. “I’m going to devour you.”
“Stop teasing and get inside me already, damn it.” I say, trying to push his hand lower. He chuckles and dips his head to press a scalding kiss to the curve of my belly just below my belly button.
“Settle, love.” He kisses lower, right above my mound. “I’m a large demon and you’re a small human. Some preparation is necessary.”
His hands move to brace my hips, and he pins me in place just before his forked tongue comes out to lick a hot swipe up my lips from opening to mound. Because of the shape, he doesn’t go near the slit or any of the places I need him the most.
“Kallax,” I whine, unashamed to beg for what I need.
“Trust me, you’ll love everything I do to you.” Kallax says before he lowers his head and shoves his tongue between my lips to curl around my clit. The muscle presses on both sides of the swollen bud and has me bucking my hips. Which, of course, is useless with the way Kallax has me pinned to the island.
He does something–flutters his tongue somehow–to vibrate around my clit, and I yell out. I grab his horns and force his head down harder into my pussy.
“Please Kallax!” I try to thrust up against him, but his hold is too firm. The grip on his horns does nothing to get the angle or pressure I need. My entire pussy begins to tingle and I moan.
“Shhh, love. Take what I give you and you’ll get what you need.” He releases my hips and I buck up as his tongue resettles around my clit. His hands disappear under the counter, and I imagine him undoing the laces on his leather pants.
I want to be the one to release him. I want to see the cock that rubbed so perfectly against my pussy. I want it inside me almost as much as I want my next breath.
One arm comes back up to bar against my hips, holding me in place. I plant my feet on his shoulders and try to get an angle to encourage his tongue inside of me. He doesn’t allow me the movement. I sob-growl in frustration.
“Kallax, please. I need something inside of me.” The words are a sob of pleasure and frustration. I’m so close, but there’s no way I’ll be able to come with the empty ache of my vagina.
“As you wish.”
Chapter Ten
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Kallax growls the words against me before lowering his tongue from fluttering around my clit to my opening. He plunges inside with one thrust. I buck against his arm. His tongue is large and wide, and I’ve had penises inside of me smaller than it.
I hold on to his horns for dear life as he fucks his tongue in and out of me. His body moves as he pumps his cock below eyesight. I want to watch.
