Page 184 of The Demon's Pet

Oh, it felt so good. Like it was right. Like I needed something inside there. It was tight, and I squirmed against his finger, and he went still, allowing me to adjust to it. Meanwhile, his free hand stroked over my thigh and knee, caressing my skin and relaxing my body.

All I had to do was lie back and let him take control.

And I would because I trusted him. Incubus, angel, I would always trust this man.

My heart twisted at that, but Sam inserting a second finger distracted me, pushing me back into the space where pleasure was all that mattered.

I could deal with emotions later. All I wanted right now was to feel.

I loved the stretching feeling of his two fingers as he gently pushed them apart, taking up more space.

“Ah,” I breathed, and the corners of his lips turned up.

“You like that, little wolf? You like my fingers inside you?”

“So good.”

He pushed in a third, and I made a little whimper.

“Breathe. You’ll like it. Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.”

I nodded and relaxed and found he could put three in, though it was a tight fit. But as I felt my sex clench and release, adjusting to him, I felt something else building, a certain kind of pressure I’d never felt before.

It was so strong it made me shudder.

“Mm, found the spot,” he said. He removed one finger, and with the other two, I felt him make a hooked motion, stroking the spot in me a few inches above my entrance.

Sparks moved through me, making my body jerk against the bonds.

“Oh gods, what’s that?”

“I told you, internal,” he said, starting a steady rhythm of stroking and pulling, moving back and forth against that spot, his hungry eyes watching me all the time.

It built fast. It felt too good. So wet, so warm. His strong hands. Unable to move, unable to escape the powerful feelings building in me, all I could do was pant and hold on and pray that he never, never stopped what he was doing.

A pressure, almost like needing to pee, moved through me. Something even stronger than my orgasm before.

“That’s your G-spot,” he said, hooking against it again. “I could hit it better with my dick. Or my tail.”

I gasped at the forbidden image of that.

“But not tonight.”

He continued to stroke as my moans and gasps got more and more frantic. Unlike my orgasm before, I felt myself trying to hold back from this one, like it was going to be too strong.

“You love penetration,” he growled, red hair falling partly over his face as he continued to patiently stroke. “You’ll love how the orgasm feels.”

I thrashed side to side, unsure of it. My whole body was becoming so tightly wound, and pressure was building in that intensely sensitive inner spot.

“Oh gods, oh gods… Oh Sam,” I cried out as the pressure finally crested and my body felt crushed in a vise of utter pleasure and then released into waves of it.

Something squirted out of me, totally out of my control given how strong everything was happening. Some of it shot right into his face, and he simply grinned, sticking out his tongue to lick at it.

I was breathing heavily, semi-humiliated, but the triumphant gleam in his eyes showed that he couldn’t have been more pleased.

His eyes roamed over me, hot as hellfire. “Told you you’d like it.” He licked his lips. “Mmm, tasty. Good girl.”

I felt myself flush down to my toes.

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