Page 16 of Last Minion Standing

“Please.”

He responded by letting go of my ass cheeks, but only so he could throw a heavy arm across my lower tummy while he used his other hand to stroke my slick folds. One finger penetrated me. Long and seeking, it found my G-spot and pressed on it. I let out a cry, and my body went taut.

“Don’t you come yet, baby,” he said in a gravelly voice. I opened my eyes to gaze down at him blearily. “I’m not done with you.”

Then he inserted a second and third finger. He could order me all he wanted, but when his tongue rapidly flicked my clit while his fingers pumped in and out of me, hitting and stroking my G-spot each time, it was a lost cause. My channel tightened almost painfully before spasming in orgasm. And still he finger fucked and licked me.

I keened, my pussy contracting hard, wave after wave of ecstasy roaring through my body. Just when I thought I’d black out from pleasure, he finally stopped his torture.

Lucky me, he wasn’t done yet. The swollen head of his cock rubbed against my moist core, teasing me. I whimpered. It felt as if I hadn’t just cum most wondrously. I wanted him so badly. I needed him inside me, pounding. I went to let go of the headboard to clutch him, but as if he read my mind, he growled.

“Don’t you dare.”

Another time, I’d find out what would happen if I disobeyed, but right at that moment, I didn’t want to do anything that would stop me from savoring the delicious length of his cock, a treat he fed slowly into my aching sex.

I clenched the walls of my channel tightly around him, gratified to hear him grunt. It seemed to take forever before he’d seated himself fully in me, and once sheathed, he paused.

“Are you okay?”

I opened my eyes in disbelief, wondering if he was joking. But when I looked at him, he was quite serious, and I wondered if his cock size had caused him problems in the past. He certainly was well endowed, and it would explain his zealousness in prepping me. However, I really enjoyed the way he stretched me.

“The only way I won’t be okay is if you don’t stop pussyfooting and start fucking me.”

Order or not, my hands came off the headboard and grabbed his ass just as I tilted my hips up. This had the effect of pushing him in a little deeper, fantastically so. And just to make sure he truly understood how much I liked the feel of him inside me, I squeezed him tightly with my sex and wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him in.

I almost made his eyes roll back in his head, and he got the point. His pelvis began to move, sliding his shaft in and out, his tempo increasing in pace with my cries. Yet, I still felt he was holding back.

“Harder,” I panted.

He obliged, pistoning into me forcefully, his rapid-fire strokes building my pleasure. I tightened my hold on him, my breath whooshing in and out as I met him thrust for thrust. He grunted, and sweat beaded on his brow.

“Harder.”

He didn’t reply, but his jabs got more forceful. I no longer had the breath to speak or even moan, but our lovemaking was anything but quiet. I would almost dare say it was musical, a primal rhythm comprised of heavy breathing and the satisfying slap of flesh on flesh. As we moved together in time to the beat we created, my rapture built one pleasure block at a time until, like an unsteady tower, one little push sent it over. I found my voice again and screamed as I orgasmed once more, wave after wave of bliss quivering through me and leaving me shaking. Above me, Drake went still, and I opened my eyes to see him staring at me, his eyes completely black and glowing.

“Mine,” he growled, and then he spurted inside me hotly.

Thank Satan’s scientists for inventing the birth control pill. Between that and the fact that demons, even half ones, didn’t get diseases, it made sex so much better without an icky layer of latex to ruin the moment.

Drake collapsed on me heavily, and I wondered when they autopsied me if they’d at least be able to tell I died happy. But a moment later, clutching me, he rolled until he lay on his back with me on top of him.

I looked down at him and grinned. “Thanks.”

“Glad to oblige,” he replied dryly.

The fire in my body temporarily extinguished, I found myself tongue-tied, an unusual state for me. Drake, thankfully, filled in the silence.

“What’s your favorite color?”

I frowned at him. “We have amazing sex and you ask me something stupid like that?”

“I know you enjoyed yourself. You know I enjoyed myself. Now I want to know more about the woman I’m going to fuck all night long.”

Funny how, with those mere words, I could feel my pussy clench with an aftershock of pleasure. “Orange.”

He snorted. “Seriously? I took you more for a pink kind of girl.”

What could I say? I was full of surprises. “Let me guess, yours is black.”