Page 43 of Touched By Sin
She’s so rough. Almost as much as the boys.
“And we won’t be so nice.”
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, hovering right at the edge. All it will take is one more flick, and the world will fall away.
“Tell me you understand!”
“Dariana, please,” I whimper. “I need to come.”
“And you will,” she says with a dark smile. “When you deserve it.”
My lips part on a soundless cry. It’s hell to hover so close but not be allowed to jump when I want nothing more than to free fall into her depths.
Taking pity on me, she flicks my clit and clamps her hand over my mouth to muffle my loud cries as I come. “That’s it,” she breathes, rubbing me through my orgasm and ignoring my attempts to close my legs when the pleasure becomes too much. “That’s my innocent little angel. Keep those pretty thighs spread for me.”
Before I can regain my breath, she slides her skirt up and straddles my face. She’s not wearing underwear, so when she sits down and orders me to lick, her sweet taste explodes on my tongue. It’s too late anyway—I’m drugged on her scent as she rolls her hips and grinds herself against me.
“Fuck, Angel,” she moans, biting down on her plump lip. “Hell, that feels so good!”
My own skirt lies pooled around my waist, my panties hanging off my ankle as the cool night air licks at my damp, puffy cunt. Twigs snap underfoot, and deep, masculine chuckles announce their arrival before I see them.
“Fuck, Dari. I should have known we would find you here, riding the little angel’s face.”
Unbothered, she flips Daemon off and orders me to continue. Hard boots kick my ankles apart, baring me to their hungry eyes while they circle us like vultures that lie in wait for the lion to finish feasting so they can move in.
“Do you like her taste, little angel?” Alaric asks. “I bet she tastes fucking sweet, huh?”
“I know she does,” chuckles Daemon. “Pussy is addictive, Angel. Once you’ve had a taste of those sweet juices, you’ll come to crave it.”
I pump my tongue in and out of her tight heat, my cheeks smeared with her desire. Daemon is right, this is a drug.
“Shut up,” Dari snarls, “I’m trying to get off here.”
Someone pries my legs open, and then a warm mouth descends on my slick folds, making me see fucking stars.
“Hell…” Dariana moans, shuddering. “Fuck, I’m so close…”
Boots appear on either side of my head. Daemon tips Dari’s chin up. “You fed on her again.”
She bares her teeth when he grips her harder, growling, “Don’t you fucking dare hiss at me. I’m more powerful than you!”
Skilled fingers fill me up, and I gasp beneath Dariana’s dripping pussy.
“Did I say you could feed on her?”
I moan, rocking back against the mouth on my cunt.
“No, you didn’t.”
Daemon drags her off, tossing her to the ground. “If you want to useourAngel—ourbelonging—you ask for permission first. Understood?”
She’s up on her knees, glaring at him, her cheeks flushed with anger and arousal. “Fuck you!”
Daemon’s deep chuckle could make a grown man fear for his life, but Dariana bares her teeth again, earning her a hair pull.
Daemon is a dick.
A delicious, fucking dick.
