Page 57 of Demon Loved
And the fact that she’s here, the fact that she asked me to take her virginity, that she trusts me with that… I lean forward and latch onto her nipple, sucking hard so that I don’t cry like a damned fool.
Her moans and the feel of her slick slit against me… This is the greatest moment of my existence. And I know it’s only going to get better. Awe fills me, and I nip gently at her nipple, before switching to the other side and palming the breast I just sucked as Katrina teases us both.
“Van…” She murmurs my name with such reverence.
I pull back to look up at her. Her face is desperate, needy. But she’s only come once. It’s not enough.
“Lean up over me, and grab the back of my chair,” I order. She does, and those delicious mounds drag against me as she pulls up onto her knees.
We’re about to test the durability of this damn office furniture, I think as I let my hands come up to caress her folds. Instantly, she gyrates those hips, and the chair creaks as it’s pulled in directions it was never made to move.
I keep sliding my fingers up and down, knowing I need to put them inside, to stretch her, but reveling in her gasping little breaths. I let one of my fingers drag across her clit, and she tenses up. I see her belly suck in right in front of me, and I can’t help placing a soft kiss there. Then I get serious about her next orgasm.
I drag my finger over her clit faster and faster, using my right hand to part her folds and gently, tentatively, stick a finger inside. Her moan prompts me to shove it farther in. I flick as quickly as I can to offset the stretch for her, and I feel her come apart, collapsing on top of me as her greedy little pussy clasps at my finger, wanting more.
I wait until that orgasm passes to press another finger slowly inside. Then I lean up towards those gorgeous globes and bite the side of one gently. That makes my girl gasp and turn towards me. “Lean down a little so I can suck—”
I don’t even get to finish my sentence before Katrina’s perfect nipple is in front of my mouth. I lap at the hard little bud as one of my hands fucks her and the other caresses her swelling clit.
“Van, Van, Van…” She whimpers my name on repeat.
I curl my fingers inside of her and tap from the inside at the same time that I pinch her clit.
She howls, writhing mindlessly above me, and I break.
Heat and redness fill my gaze, and I drop her breast, reaching my hand from her clit around to her ass, pulling her against me as I stand with my fingers still buried inside her dripping cunt. I lay her back on the desk and say, “Katrina?” Her name is all I can manage to get out as my dick drips pre-cum, the need to pierce her, to feel her soft inner walls, driving me nearly to madness.
“Yes,” she whispers.
That’s all I need. I pull my fingers from her without ceremony, leaving her gasping and bereft. But then I line my cock up with her entrance, using my cum-coated fingers to wet it before it slides easily into her wet folds.
She gasps when I’m only an inch in, and it takes a Herculean effort to stop and hold still, letting her stretch around me. I lean down and lave one of her nipples, giving her pleasure and distracting her from the pain below as I slide in a little more.
“Van!” she gasps, and I pull up to see tears in her eyes.
“No!” I pull out, immediately cupping her cheek. But Trina’s hand comes up on top of mine and squeezes hard.
“Don’t you dare stop!” she growls. “Yes, it hurts. But I’m crying because it’s beautiful. Because it’s you.”
The desire to ram my cock into her so hard that she sees stars is nearly impossible to overcome. Because what other damn reaction could I have to those words? Instead of doing what my body cries out for, however, I slowly feed my cock back in, gently pulsing, sliding back and forth, fucking her with only half my length buried inside, letting her get used to the sensation.
“Trina, you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever—” My declaration is cut off, when, without warning, her feet wrap around my ass and shove me all the way inside her.
We gasp at the same time, for opposite reasons. To me, her tight channel is pure, unadulterated pleasure. For her, her first time, I’m pretty certain it’s not the same. I use lust magic to soothe the ache and rekindle the fire of want in her. I reach down and play with her clit, giving her other sensations to focus on.
Eventually, my darling relaxes and even starts to wiggle those hips beneath me. That’s when I smile and say, “Tell Mr. Vanngrenoth what you want, baby.”
Her eyes light with a naughty smile, and she swivels her hips. “I want Mr. Vanngrenoth to finish my lesson. I want to learn how to come on his cock.”
Fuck, hearing her mouth talk dirty makes me dig my fingers into her shoulders and start to grind against her, not yet fucking, trying instead to rub that clit and give her one last orgasm before I pound her into oblivion.
When her eyes grow hooded and she starts mewling, I latch onto one of her breasts and lap at it. Seconds later, she detonates, howling beneath me.
That’s when I grab her shoulders and start to fuck her, hard. I pound in and out of her mercilessly, pressing her into the desk and reveling in how my balls smack against the bottom edge of her slit, her tiny asshole. I watch her breasts jiggle as I saw in and out of her, and feral passion comes over me.
I’ve never been one for blood play or crazy things, but I reach down and bite her hard, just above her left breast, sinking my teeth in until her skin is red, until I nearly break the skin. I lean back up and fuck her harder, staring at my mark.
Katrina’s mine.
