Page 186 of The Demon's Pet

My plea undid him. I could see it in his face as he pulled back.

He looked me over. “You’re exhausted. If you want to see it that badly, I’ll do it myself to save you effort.”

He got off of me, and cool air moved over my naked body. It felt good after so much heat.

Already, post-orgasm bliss was drifting through me. But I couldn’t rest until I had even more.

As Sam moved to the corner of the room, moonlight streamed over him.

It seemed so naughty, watching him push down his shorts, soaked from my wetness. His huge length sprang free, so huge I literally gasped at it.

Sam was a tall, muscular man, but even so, he was incredibly hung. My mouth watered at the perfect shape of him, the slight upward curve, the defined head with a beautiful ridge.

The veins running up the sides, the heavy balls beneath. My hands ached and my body begged me to go to him, to take him in my hands.

But this was what he wanted, so I would take what I could get.

He moved his hand down to grip himself, then leaned his head back so that his hair fell behind him. His whole body flexed, and I realized he was literally going to do this standing.

For me to see.

His fierce eyes met mine as he stroked himself, and he seemed to be asking me,Is this what you want?

I mewled as a new rush of wetness hit me and couldn’t help reaching down to touch myself.

I’d thought I was done, but when I saw him like that, so gorgeous, I couldn’t stop myself.

He let out a growl when he saw that, and his head arched back as he bucked against his hand.

Gods, he was beautiful. Those horns, that hair, that body.

That face, which was all Sam. The Sam I’d known. The Sam I’d been with through everything.

The Sam that I could never truly have.

I pressed down on my clit, watching him, and came just from being so sensitive, and that instantly dragged him over the edge with me.

His legs nearly buckled, but he stayed up, stroking, liquid spurting from his perfect dick, his gorgeous face tensed with pleasure but pinned desperately on mine, drinking in every second of my release.

No matter how much he gave me, he seemed desperate for more.

There would never be another man like this for me. I knew it.

I leaned back through my own orgasm but kept my eyes on him, his orgasm a sight so beautiful I couldn’t look away.

“Cleo,” he called out raggedly, still watching me come. “Cleo, you’re breaking me. I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

His hand fell away, and he walked over to me, picking me up and holding me close as he sat down on the bed.

He brushed my hair back, placing kisses all over me from the top of my head to my cheeks to my lips, which he claimed fiercely.

I could feel his heart beating hard against my hand, and I never wanted that sound to stop.

I looked up into his eyes, which were red but still shining. His cheeks flushed from release.

My body was wrung out, tired and satisfied. But my heart, my heart was reaching out, grasping at something it could never hold.

I had thought having him once more would be enough for me.

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