Page 36 of Don't Pray

The kiss started softly, and we took our time with it before Legion turned it into something more primal and demanding. His tongue plunged into my mouth and tangled with mine. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and with the other, he groped my breast. A moan slipped from my mouth into his, and he swallowed the sound.

“If you’re going to fuck our mate, do it over there and not at the table,” Mephistopheles groused.

I leaned away from Legion, his lips chasing after me, making me giggle. I pressed my finger to Legion’s parted lips to stop him from kissing me again.

Peering at Mephistopheles, I pouted. “You don’t want to watch?”

Mephistopheles chewed on his bacon, the rest of it pinched between his thick fingers. He turned his gaze to me and narrowed his eyes.

“Don’t test me, mate,” he warned.

Asmodeus snickered. “Meph is cranky in the mornings until he has his cup of coffee and something to eat.”

Legion squeezed his arm around my waist and tweaked my nipple through Meph’s shirt I wore. “I think our girl can change that.”

I wet my bottom lip. Mephistopheles’s eyes dropped to my mouth and watched. Pushing Legion’s arm away, I climbed off his lap and stepped toward Mephistopheles. He leaned his head back and watched me as I pushed his chair back. The legs of it scraped loudly as I made enough room for me to straddle him.

My naked pussy pressed against his hardening dick through the sweats he wore. I licked my lips and ran my fingers through the hair at the top of his head. My palms gliding on the shaved sides of his head. The fuzz of regrowth pricked at my skin.

“What if I’d rather you eat me for breakfast, Mephistopheles? Maybe you’ll enjoy your morning afterward.”

His eyelids drooped, and the blues of his irises darkened as his nostrils flared. He brought the bacon he still held to his lips, pushed it into his mouth, and chewed. His eyes never moved as he stared into mine with chilling calmness.

I ran my hands down his face to his chest. The only sign I got from him that this turned him on was his nostrils flaring and cock twitching against my pussy. He was hard as a rock now. I couldn’t help myself as I gyrated my hips, grinding my core against his erection.

“I swear Mephistopheles has the strength of an archangel with him resisting Ava,” Legion groaned from beside us. “I’d have her splayed on the table right now with my head between her thick thighs.”

I bit back a smile and leaned into Mephistopheles, brushing soft kisses along his neck. He planted his hands on my waist and squeezed them as I continued rocking on him. I kissed up his neck, nipping the soft skin under his jaw. I dabbed my tongue on a small area before I sucked the flesh into my mouth to leave my mark.

Mephistopheles’s cock twitched, the only sign I got before he moved at blinding speed. My back met the table with my legs spread wide. Mephistopheles’s chair slammed against the far wall behind him that was a good ten feet away.

“There we go!” Asmodeus cheered.

“Eat her pussy,” Legion growled.

I gasped and threaded my fingers through Mephistopheles’s black hair as he crouched until he was at eye level with my cunt. He dove in and swept his tongue up my folds.

“Oh!” I moaned.

Mephistopheles’s blue eyes raised to meet my wide eyes. The corner of his lip curled up, and a deep growl rumbled in his chest. He took his time as he glided the flat of his tongue up my folds again and circled the tip around my swelling clit. He closed his mouth around the bud and sucked it, making me jerk my hips against his face.

Legion got up from his seat and leaned over me to raise the shirt I wore up until it was completely off. He balled it into a bunch and tossed it to the side.

“Much better,” he purred.

He didn’t touch me. Instead, he sat again and ate breakfast while watching Meph eat me out. I didn’t miss the outline of his erection in his sweats.

Mephistopheles prodded his fingers outside my opening before thrusting two of them into me. A low groan slipped from my lips, and I arched my back, which pushed my lower half more into his face.

“Please, don’t stop,” I begged him as my orgasm built.

“Never,” Mephistopheles growled against me, sending vibrations straight to my clit.

I jumped, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as my orgasm took over. White spots dotted in my vision, and I barely heard my screams over my erratic heart.

As I came down from my orgasm, Mephistopheles still tongue fucked me. The wet sounds of his tongue lapping at me and his fingers fucking me filled the room. I heard another sound of skin on skin and glanced behind me to see Asmodeus watching with heavy-lidded eyes and his arms shaking as he jerked off. His lips parted as he panted, and with a groan, he came.

“Don’t waste it!” I pleaded.

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