Page 21 of Dancing With Demons

Tolmond eases his hand off of me, licking up my slit as I cool down, and he looks up at me with a grin. “Is that what you wanted?”

“Holy fuck, yes.”

“You’re adorable when you say ‘fuck.’” I glare at him, but he only smirks.

He rises up on his knees, and instantly I see how thick he is through his pants. He must catch my lingering gaze because he asks, “Do you want more?”

I lick my lips, letting my gaze travel back up to his face, and I can see he is open to me saying no. But there is no way I could turn him down.

“I want to feel all of you.”

A shudder shakes through his massive form, and I start to get wet knowing that he wants me that much, too. He rips off his shirt, tossing it to the floor, and then looks back at me. “Are you sure?”

His hands are on his pants and I stare in anticipation. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Slowly, he unbuttons his pants, pulling out his throbbing cock. It’s massive, thick and long, and my knees try to pinch together with the ache that shoots through me when I see it. Tolmond strokes himself as he takes in my reaction, and I know I need him.

I spread my legs open, guiding a hand down my body until my fingers brush my clit. I’m soaked, and I’m sure that although he’ll be tight, he’ll be able to slip in easily. “I’m ready for you,” I purr.

His jaw tightens, and he pushes his pants off. He pushes his knees under my thighs and pinches them around my hips. “Trust me,” he says, and I nod as he sets the head against my clit.

He rocks back and forth lubricating himself, and I am a whimpering mess every time he passes my opening. I know I’m gushing, and he has to see how much I want him in me.

“Tolmond,” I beg when my patience wears thin. “Take me.”

He’s tense as he pauses, but he nods, pulling back until the head is set against my opening. He pushes the tip in, and my walls fight to stretch wide enough. He keeps his hips slow as he edges in deeper, and as the head pops inside of me, sending my pussy quivering, a deep growl rips through him.

His eyes lock on me, and there’s a hunger there sweeping in to replace the hesitation. It makes a sweat break out over my body, and I both want his gentle touch and his ravenous need at the same time.

“I can’t wait to fill you with my cock,” he growls, his more dominating side coming out.

“I want it, Tolmond,” I beg, and although I can tell it takes great restraint, he guides himself in slowly. My body riots against him, but he keeps going until he’s nearly sheathed inside of me. When he stops, I push up on my elbows and look up at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Expressing. Restraint.” His teeth are gritted and he’s at war with himself.

I guess it’s my turn to help him feel better.

I slam my hips up with a sharp cry, taking the rest of him in, and he growls. “You don’t want to be restrained,” I pant out, taking him deeper. “Don’t act like I’m breakable when you know I’m not. Take me the way you want to.”

That unleashes the last bit of his restraint, and he grabs my thighs, jerking me forward against him. I’m so full, and yet, I want him to drive into me.

Thankfully, I don’t have to ask as Tolmond gives into his natural desires. He thrusts into me at a powerful pace, and I can’t stop my moans from breaking through me. He drives so deep inside of me it’s unbelievable, and I tremble with the great pressure of it.

“Look at you,” he grunts. “Taking my cock like a good girl. Do you like that?”

“Yes, yes!” I thrash under him as he drives into me again.

“Piper,” he groans, bowing forward. “It’s like you were made for me.”

I reach out, running my fingers along his chest and taut abs. “I was, so use me accordingly.”

Tolmond’s eyes widen, and then his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he pins me tighter against him, increasing his speed. My climax coils in my stomach, but he pulls all the way out and slams up with a force that sends me barreling over the edge. My vision turns white as he does it again and again, and when my walls tighten around him, Tolmond sheaths himself in me with a deep roar.

His cock pulses in me as I take all of his release, and I reach up to touch his face as he pants. “Thank you,” I whisper. “I’ve never felt as wanted as I do with you.”

He turns his face into my palm and kisses it, and that’s all the response I need.