Page 235 of Satan's Spawn

It’s the one thing that was too much for me to bear, since my only other experience being sucked off by a woman was with…

I shake the thought, not wanting to bring out repressed anger that will only make Rebecca feel even more guilty.

“One day, Little Ghost.”

Rebecca nods, still jerking me as I sneak my fingers between her legs to find her warmth.

It’s coated with feminine arousal.

Prime and prepped, she’s a mixture of silk and satin. Fucking decadent.

I find that sweet spot between Rebecca’s lips, pressing my thumb against it to make her quiver.

She does, and her thighs twitch when I do it again.

Dropping to my knees, I spread Rebecca’s legs as wide as I can with her pajamas still tight around her ankles. I examine every bare and pink crevice, spreading her ass cheeks with my hands which still manages to make her nervous.

You’d think after all the times I’ve licked that puckered hole she’d be less squeamish about it. I’m not complaining, though, because it retains the innocence I’m still addicted to.

I bring my face closer to her pussy, inhaling her scent, and close my eyes as I allow the sweetness to filter through my senses.

When it does, I form a low grumble in my throat, the carnal need for her dragging me deeper into the cave where the beast inside sleeps. Where he waits to taste her again.

Then the tiniest whimper from Rebecca’s lips jolts him awake.

And just like that, my hands are squeezing her thighs, lifting Rebecca enough for my mouth to get lost in between them. I ravish her until my lips are coated with arousal.

Licking lines up her slit, I tease a few times before my tongue thrusts inside her entrance, fucking her so hard with it my frenulum aches.

Rebecca’s cries are frantic as I devour her, digging nails into her skin and my teeth into her flesh.

She moves with me, saying things like “right there” when my tongue laps her and “just like that” when it flicks her tiny clit. Rebecca is just as frenzied as me as she pushes into my face, telling me how much more of this she needs.

And how much more of me she wants.

“Fuck me. Now,” Rebecca demands as I inhale her once again, looking back at me with starry eyes and flushed cheeks. She’s a little minx, even in the pink fluffy hat.

I don’t have it in me to fight her.

Standing to my full height, I grip her hips again, aligning my cock with her entrance before driving inside.

I fill her with ease, Rebecca’s drenched pussy leaving no room for resistance.

“Is this what you want?” I pull back, just to plunge inside her again. And again.

“More.” She sighs, biting her lip. “Don’t stop until you make me bleed.”

Fuck.

This girl will be the death of me.

Still inside her, I lift Rebecca by the back of her shirt until she’s pressed against my chest. My hand finds her throat and Rebecca licks her lips, awaiting the squeeze.

“Look how filthy you are,” I whisper. “My little freak.”

Rebecca cranes her neck, kissing me and begging for a release.

Never one to not give my girl what she wants, I fist her neck until her pulse strums along with mine.