Page 25 of Boyfriend From Hell

I could feel her pain ebb away with each pump of my finger. The way her pussy pulsed around me made my mouth water. The taste of her wetness lingered on my tongue, and it took everything in me not to shove her back and suck her soul through that wet, beautiful cunt of hers.

I curled my finger inside her, pressing on that specific spot that made human women go berserk. Maybe I could just have one lick. I wanted to feel her soft clit on my tongue—just for a second.

I dipped my head between her thighs, using my free hand to pull the fabric that covered her center to the side, pinning it against her thigh.

The moan that left my little nightmare’s mouth after the first swipe of my tongue was nearly enough to make me cum then and there.

Hell, she was divine. And that fucker neglected her?

Maybe I’ll kill him. It had been a while since I tortured someone for leisure—the sound of my name leaving her lips snapped me out of the thought.

I jerked my head up, nearly startled to hear such ravenous, sultry beauty wrapped around my name. Her head was tilted back, and I could feel her pussy throbbing around my finger.

My nightmare is close.

“Do you want me to make you come, sweet one?” I purred to the mortal little hellhound grinding against my touch.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Please.”

“Who do you belong to?” I coaxed.

“You. I’m yours Raios—”

I dipped my head back between her thighs, lapping at her clit—slow, deliberate strokes of my tongue, sucking and twirling around that sensitive little spot.

It was easy for me to know how to please her, all it took was a small peek into her mind to know where she needed to be touched.

“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours—”

The words tore from her lips like a forbidden hymn as her orgasm ripped through her, raw and divine. I felt her soul seep into mine, our deal locking into place—sealed in pleasure and power. I smirked against her cunt.