Page 82 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Three

M y lips trace the curve of her neck, and the car slows down as we near our destination. I slip my fingers out of her and grip her thigh tightly in my hand as I smear the wetness of her along her skin.

The car rolls to a stop and I smile against her neck before pulling away and opening the door. I hold my hand out for her to take. She slips her fingers through mine as she climbs out.

Closing the door, the car drives away and I lead Camael up the driveway toward my house and my waiting bed. We won’t make it there. I want her now. On my knees, as I destroy that sweet pussy for all of my neighbors to hear.

I unlock the door and pull her inside before shutting the door with my foot and pulling her around to face me. My hands find her hips and my lips fall upon hers as I back her up toward the couch. It’s dark inside the house still, but who needs lights to worship the goddess that is in front of me?

Just before her legs hit the edge, and she tumbles down, I stop and hold her tighter against me. This is going to end one way tonight. Her with multiple orgasm and me worshipping every inch of her repeatedly. I pull back and stare down into the bright blue eyes of this white-haired vixen.

“Last chance, little angel, before I ravish you and destroy any notion of you ever returning to that heaven of yours.”

“I’ll take my chances. Do your worst, Kali. The Goddess of death and destruction. Devour me. Show me what the dark, depraved mind of yours can give me.”

“Fuck me,” I whisper.

“That’s the plan, demon.”

Shit.

I lower her to the couch and her skirt lifts to her waist from the momentum, revealing her pretty silky pink panties to me. They’re soaked and even in the darkness, I can see they are so wet that the darkened fabric is a large area in the center.

I drop to my knees so fast that they hurt, but I welcome the sting of the hardwood floor beneath the soft rug. The bite of the landing does nothing but enhance the desire that rolls off me in waves as I lean forward and spread her thighs wider.

I grab the fabric covering her center and tug the flimsy piece off her ass and over her thighs and off her legs in one rapid movement. I place her legs over my shoulders as I lean down and close my lips over her sensitive and swollen bud. Her clit sucked between my lips as my tongue lavishes it.

Her fucking perfect vanilla and almond scent drags me further into her and I release her clit to dive my tongue straight inside of her very core.

Her thighs tighten on the sides of my head and her hands curl in my hair.

I fuck her with my tongue. The demonic length giving me something of a deeper reach so that I can fill her pussy with me.

Tasting her, gathering her on my tongue, as I fuck her and she writhes against my face. I lift my red little demon tail from behind me and lower it over my shoulder. Reaching between us, I use the tip of the spade to press along her clit and rub back and forth in gentle, slow strokes.

She’s panting and her moans fill the space and my ears with nothing but fucking lusty bliss. The simple need for her to fucking call my name makes me squirm and fill her with more of my tongue and speed up the use of my tail.

I pull back, only to let my tail enter her slowly. Using it to circle her inner walls in an upward motion as I close my lips around her clit and suck. She’s fucking both my tail and mouth as her hips buck up from the couch. Her fingers grip my hair tighter as she cries out her first release.

I don’t let up as I fuck her deeper with my tail. My fingers joining the slippery little appendage to fill her as she squeezes against me. Denying me entrance despite her body desiring more from me.

I look up, and she gasps as my eyes find hers in the night. I know my eyes are glowing in the darkroom. The red orbs are nothing more than a demon in between the silky thighs of this angel. The eyes lighting the fire in her soul as I devour every inch of her body right from between her very legs.

“Kali!” The gasped name spurs me on. “More. No stop. Don’t stop. Fuck.”

Her words beg for something not even she can describe, and I fucking know what she needs. She needs to cum. So I lift my mouth and look at her beautiful pussy laid out before me.

“Cum for me, Cam. My little angel. Let go.”

At my words, I lower my mouth and claim her clit once more and she explodes all over my fingers and tail. Soaking the lower half of my face and coating my couch in her very essence. I will never get the scent of her out of the fabric. And fuck if I will ever want to.

“So fucking perfect, Camael. Perfect fucking angel. I need you to cum for me one more time. Then I will take you to bed. Then after you have rested, you will get on your knees for me. Show me what a good little angel you can be for me. Now fucking cum for me like a good girl.”