Page 40 of Demon Heart: The Complete Series

My feet curled, my skin a riot of pleasure.

Xavier placed his hands on either side of my head, pressing his lips to mine.

He moved up and down, up and down, riding me on the wall, taking his pound of my flesh.

I wanted to touch him, to hold him as he enjoyed being on the end of me.

But this demon knew what he was doing, how to give me all the pleasure.

The inability to move only heightened the experience.

He worked his arse harder, increasing his speed, his hips caught in a hypnotic, liquid dance. I released moans into his lips as he did into mine, the temperature rising profusely, the motel room falling away, leaving us in a bubble of pleasure outside of time and space.

He reared, throwing his arms above his head, eyes on me. “You feel so good.”

The sight of him, a much bigger man than me bouncing on my cock, seemed like a dream. Just looking at the planes of muscle, the ridges of his abs, those parted lips releasing sounds of pleasure because of my dick.

Harder and harder, the friction between us bliss, the edge of euphoria calling.

So close.

So close.

He came first, hands-free, shooting streams of silver cum across me, my chest turning into an expressionist painting. He roared, bouncing harder.

Silver cum. He had silver cum.

Wow.

“Fill me, Roman!” he cried, riding me to the point of no return.

I erupted inside that sweet arse, unloading every last bit of juice I had, unsure of where so much volume of cum came from.

The demon stopped, smiling down on me. “Amazing.”

“Yeah…” I panted. “So good.”

I made a guy cum hands-free. I let that triumph sink in along with the reality of being ridden while glued to the wall by spider webs.

Amazing.

Weird and amazing.

“And we’re not done,” he said.

“Huh?”

“Role reversal, Roman.”

He wanted to fuck me.

I said yes before he uttered another word.

He pushed off the wall and plucked me from the web, holding me, licking silk from me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, crushing my lips to his. He grabbed my arse cheeks, clasping the skin tightly. My still hard cock rubbed against his abs, the muscles a sex toy for my sensitive shaft.

“Fuck me,” I begged, ready for my turn.

He growled and threw me on the bed. I landed on all fours but flipped over.

He offered a quirked eyebrow.

“I know you’re in charge here, but I like it like this.” I gave him a coquettish smile. “I’ll cum harder.”

The glints in his eyes told me he liked to hear that. “I see.”

I enjoyed eye contact during sex. It made things much more exciting, turned down the animalistic side to generate more of a connection.

It just floated my boat.

The demon moved me up the mattress, throwing my legs over his shoulders. My balls tightened in anticipation as he pressed the head of his enormous dick against my hole.

Holy fuck. In this position, I remembered what a big guy he was, the biggest to ever go up there. I didn’t know if I could take it.

He used his saliva to lube me up.

“Fuck me,” I whispered again.

“Are you hungry for me, witch?”

“Starving.”

“Greedy.”

“Put it in,” I demanded.

He did.

Initially, the burn of pain was too much, his cock stretching me to the point of unbearable. But I soon adjusted, clamping down on him, welcoming him inside me. The curved shape of him really did work in the favor of G-spot poking.

Man, I’d end up being a one-minute man at this rate, my cock already threatening to explode again with each stab of my special inner button.

“Fuck me…” I whispered, my fingers digging into his generous biceps.

After his initial careful entry, he released the brakes. Unleased his full shagging force upon me, his hands locked around my raised shins, giving him deeper access despite him being deep enough.

The demon really knew how to work those undulating hips.

I raised my hips in response, taking every powerful thrust with delight, watching him pound me.

Some of his hair broke out of its backward sweep, falling across his brow.

His eyes were shifted between blue and white flames of passion, his gorgeous face full of a predatory energy that sent sparks into my balls.

I clawed at the duvet, so close to release again. Xavier fulfilled my request beyond my imagination, his energy consistent, his rhythm never faltering.

“Oh, shit!” I screamed, losing all control, not meaning to be so loud.

The demon kept on pounding, doing me that bit harder.

Any second now…

“I’m… Oh, shit!”

For the first time in my life, I came hands-free while bottoming. Hot streams of cum exploded out of me like a geyser, spattering his chest, mine, round after round of juice drawn from my testicles.

Where the hell did it all come from? How much had been stored up in there?

He climaxed inside me, adding extra heat, the sensation of his pulsating orgasm so fucking incredible.

I floated in euphoria, forgetting every trouble, every sorrow, as beads of sweat dripped off his forehead onto my skin.

Xavier smoothed back my sweaty hair, panting mildly.

“Enjoy that?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I get a kiss for my labors?”

“Take what you need.”

A softer meeting of lips, a deep, slippery kiss of tongues, of reward for such incredible pleasure.

We must have gone at the kiss for ten minutes before he lifted his head, his dick still hard and inside me, my legs wrapped around his lower back.

“I should really give your backside a break.”

I threw my arms around his neck. “I like you being there.”

He lowered his mouth to my neck, lapping up my sweat. “I like your flavor.” He rocked his hips slowly, striking my G-spot again.

My body responded, ready for another round.

He fucked me a third time, a second hands-free miracle leaving me all sticky.

“Okay,” I breathed, completely spent now. “I think my bum does need respite now.”

A soft yet deep chortle and he slid out of me with a pop. He kissed me on the forehead before disappearing into the bathroom.

I heard the shower click on seconds later.

Finding the strength to sit up, my whole body buzzing in the aftershock, still stunned by the wall fuck, I followed him. No internal resistance to my actions, just a desire to be with him again.

He kissed me as I stepped into the bathroom, steam curling around us.

No more sex. Instead, he held me under the hot spray, my head resting against his chest. With one need met, he took on the other, a protective wall of muscle just for me.

But where did things go after this? Would we ever really explore anything beyond this moment?

I left those thoughts for tomorrow, for when reality decided to sink its claws into me again.

For now, I melted into him.

I hadn’t felt so free, so human in such a long time.