Page 25 of The Demon God's Desire
He stills under me and for a brief moment I think I’ve read the signals all wrong, that I’ve gotten it wrong somehow and he’s not interested at all but then he’s kissing me back just as softly, hands tangling in my hair.
It starts out sweet but quickly turns as hot as the desert sun, our tongues meeting and mouths melding together. We move in unison, our bodies slotting together as he drags me into his lap and I run my fingers through his icy locks, tangling them in his hair as we kiss deeper.
It isn’t long before he’s got me moaning as I rut against him, my cunt wet and aching. I want him. I want to be with him. It doesn’t matter if he’s going to be leaving soon, I have to do this—I have to let myself experience at least one night of pleasure with him.
Guilri must understand my unspoken pleas because he picks me up, carrying me with my legs around his waist into my bedroom, dropping me on the bed before he climbs on and hovers over me once again, his body covering mine as we continue to kiss.
His hands move down, touching my body all over, straying to my back and my hips, down to my thighs and then back up to touch my breasts.
It feels like pure bliss, like I’m floating among the clouds when he grips my buttocks and kneads the flesh with his fingers. I want more.
Pushing him away, I sit up and watch his eyes turn from dark with lust to large, looking at me with his head tilted in confusion.
But when I reach for his tunic, he seems to get the idea quickly, letting me take off his top and making short work of his trousers.
His large, thick cock springs free when it’s released from its confines, bouncing against his toned abdomen. A bead of precome rolls down the tip and I watch it hungrily, wanting nothing more than to get my mouth around the girthy thing in front of me.
But first I need to shed my own layers. I drop my clothing faster than a hot rock and crawl forward on my knees, taking charge of this situation by gripping his cock in my hand and giving it a few experimental jerks.
Guilri moans, head thrown back as I lower myself down, licking the tip tentatively.
“Gods, please,” he begs in a whisper, voice hoarse. “Please Bree.”
Pleased at the nickname, I open my mouth and slide it over the thick head, slipping my mouth around it, one hand on the base to keep me from gagging. It’s so large that it hits the back of my throat halfway through.
“Can you take it?” Guilri growls out, taunting me. “Can you take me down, little desert suru?”
I want to prove I’m capable so I relax my throat and ease him down, swallowing around him. He fists a hand in my hair, shoving me as deep as it will go.
My cunt throbs with the way he takes over, showing me his commanding side. “That’s right, you’re going to take me down, you’re going to deep-throat me, you can do it, you want to be a good girl, don’t you?”
I moan around him, nearly reaching orgasm just from his words alone. He moves my head back and forth on his cock, my mouth suctioning around him as I continue to use my tongue along the veiny shaft.
With one hand, I hold it at the base and move the other down to my wet cunt, slipping a finger in to circle my clit.
“Uh-uh,” Guilri says, pulling my hand away. “That cunt is mine. Only I get to touch it,” he says. Gods! How is he so skillful with his voice? How can he bring me to such pleasure through his words alone? I feel like I’m on the verge just from having him order me around.
He leans back on one hand, the other still tangled in my hair as he guides my head back and forth on his throbbing cock. I feel more drops of salty, bitter precome roll down my throat as he thrusts in and out, over and over. He uses me so well and I love it.
I love feeling like a mindless hole for his pleasure. It gets me out of my own head. Usually I’m the strong one, the one to take care of everyone and everything.
But right now I don’t have to think. I can just get out of my own head and chase the sensation of pure, mindless bliss.
It isn’t long before Guilri’s hand tightens in my hair almost painfully and he finally thrusts one last time before coming in thick, hot ropes down my throat. I swallow it all, almost choking on the amount of salty come.
When I’m done, he pulls me up for a searing kiss before lying down on the bed. “Ride my face,” he tells me. “Get up here and set your pretty cunt on my face.”
I obey him instantly, knees on either side of his head as I brace myself against the pillow, lowering myself until his tongue is lapping at my clit, then sliding down to slip into my entrance.
Oh gods. Have I died and gone to Helias? I moan long and loud as I begin to ride his face, rutting against his skillful tongue as my body thrums in pleasure.
It isn’t long before I feel myself clenching, my body drawing up tightly as I ride out my orgasm, feeling Guilri’s tongue work me through the aftershocks. By the Thirteen, Guilri has taken me to places I’ve never been before.
He pulls me down and we lay together for a few minutes, catching our breath. I’ve never experienced sex like that before.
A finger finds its way to my wet folds, slipping inside to tease me as we lay there. “Oh, gods,” I moan. I’m already so hot, this is getting me going even hotter.
It doesn’t take long for him to work a second finger into me and suddenly my tiredness is over and I’m raring to go again.