Page 78 of Demon
“It’s not your fault. No need to be sorry.”
“I’m sorry for you. That you’ve had to go through that.”
“Yeah. Well, guess it’s done now.”
“Family is shit, isn’t it?” she said lightly, running a hand through the back of my hair.
“You can’t choose your family. But you can choose your ol’ lady.” I watched her carefully, studying the response on her face.
Ciara smiled. “You asking me to be your old lady again?”
“Yes. I’m asking you again. Will you be mine?”
“I’m already yours. But if you have to refer to me by that stupid title, then fine. I’ll be your old lady.” She rolled her eyes, and I ripped off her towel.
Her tits stood out, plump and full, just under my chin, and I pushed my face down into her, swirling my tongue around her nipple, feeling it harden immediately. Ciara let out a steady breath. Linking my fingers together around her back, I pulled her into me, diving on the pink nub just in front of my face. Her nails scratched my scalp, pulling my head closer, the bulge of flesh under my nose. I inhaled her and ingested her, sucking until she squeaked then raking my teeth over the nipple I’d pulled out of shape, swapping sides and working the other the same way.
Absently, my fingers pushed between her legs, feeling up her thigh, to the warm heat from her pussy and the slick that pooled. But despite the wetness at the entrance to her cunt, she wasn’t ready for me just yet and I needed her soaking, because tonight I needed the ball aching tightness of that pussy. I needed it clenching against me and I wanted her screaming while I fucked the pair of us unconscious.
I slid in two fingers, listening to her gasp and tense around me, my thumb teasing her swollen clit. Ciara moved her hips, rubbing herself against me, pulling at my hair. The pain against my scalp was delicious, and I pumped my fingers inside of her, turning and swirling, pushing in a third and listening to her cry out. The ecstasy filled whine drove me insane, my cock rubbing against my boxers, straining against my jeans, driving me wild. I pumped those fingers harder, the sticky wetness coating them, her sexy whimpers filling the room. Fuck, I needed her full of me.
My cock pulsed in my boxers, raging and desperate. Reaching up, I detangled her fingers from my hair, pushing her hand down between us and under the fabric of my pants. Her fingers swirled around the tip, collecting the thick bead of pre-cum and stroking it down my shaft, lubricating my skin. I grunted, control corroding. Her hand tightened, and a jolt went through me, hitting me in the stomach. Fuck, I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t wait.
I pulled my fingers from inside of her, beautifully coated, pushing to my feet, gazing over her. She was incredible. Her figure was incredible. There wasn’t one thing that I didn’t love, not even that scar. By itself, it would have been ugly. On Ciara, it was everything I loved about her, even if she didn’t love it herself. My cock twitched, reminding me of what I’d missed, of what I caused to myself. And suddenly my thoughts went dark. I could have lost her. Not because she’d walked away, but because I had pushed her away. The one thing I loved. Apart from the dog. But the dog would be dead before me.
Dead. That was nearly Ciara. Because I’d lost my temper. Never again. I made the promise now silently as I looked at those beautiful tits, at the nipples that stood asking for my attention, at the gentle covering of flesh on her stomach and the gap between her legs. Where I was about to bury my cock in the only person who could really deal with me.
I spun her around, pushing her chest on to the bed and hoped she was ready for me, because I needed her. She squeaked vulnerably at the suddenness and that was the end of me. Knocking her legs apart with my knee, my hand pushed hard into the small of her back, keeping her where I wanted her.
“Demon….” Her words rushed out at a whisper across the duvet.
An invitation or a warning, I wasn’t sure, but I was already rubbing the head of my cock over her wet slit, lubricating the tip, making it easier for her. It would never be easy. I was too big for many. No matter what they thought when I entered them, they never really liked it. Ciara was different. I knew it was uncomfortable to start, but something about it excited her, and that made her tolerate me. I coated the tip again, pushing it into position, feeling the first part of it force through her flesh. She exhaled loudly, half a breath, half a whimper.
“Oh, God…” her words were soft, almost breathed out.
My Ciara. My old lady.
Folding over the top of her, I bit the skin at the base of her neck. She winced, and at that moment I thrust forward, my cock impaling her roughly, and she let out a loud cry.
“Demon!” I’d never get bored by the sound of her whenever I entered her. Never.
Ciara struggled underneath me, tensing as she knew what was coming. Me. Soon. That’s what. I stilled for a moment.
“Fuck. I love the feel of you round my cock, darlin’. Don’t move. Stay still.”
She stopped squirming, opening her legs. Opening her pelvis. Making more space for me. To take me.
“Fuck…” I breathed out as I moved my cock back and forth.
No one could stroke my dick like she could. No one could grip it like she could. No one could make the sounds that she could when I pushed in roughly all the way to the hilt. No one. There was only Ciara. Only her. No matter what.
She whimpered, bent over my bed, my hand round the back of her neck keeping her there whilst I punished that tight pussy, pulling in and out in slow strokes and pushing back in before she’d even got her breath. At my mercy, underneath me as I punished that tightness. I tortured her, knowing that with every forceful, heavy thrust, all she wanted was for me to make her come. And all I need to do was reach round the front of her and rub that beautiful, sensitive nub, whilst drilling her from behind. Her cries built, an orgasm on the tip of her tongue. But I wasn’t going to let her have any of it till I heard those words.
“What am I, Ciara?” I demanded, thrusting as far into her as I could, hearing the exhalation of air as I did.
“Yours, Demon. I’m all yours.”
“Good darl’. What does that make you?”