Only when my legs started to shake did his tongue slide over the sensitive spot, sending an orgasm slamming through my system almost immediately.
His tongue worked me through it before he got to his feet again, then plunged two fingers inside me, fucking me hard and fast as he leaned forward, whispering in my ear.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he hissed. “You want my cock buried in your tight pussy, don’t you?” he asked as his fingers twisted inside of me, started to stroke over my top wall, making the pressure build again.
Insatiable.
That was what I was when his hands were on me.
It didn’t matter if he made me come just a moment ago, I needed to again. I was going to again.
“Harder,” I cried, my hips rocking back against him, feeling the proof of his own desire against my ass cheek.
But he wasn’t worried about himself at that moment.
No, he was working me up to that peak, then shoving me over with little warning, leaving me gasping for breath as the second orgasm crashed through me.
“More,” he growled in my ear as his fingers started to thrust again. “Let me feel your pussy squeezing my fingers,” he said even as my walls tightened around him. “You want my cock, don’t you?” he asked, but I was finding it impossible to form concrete thoughts, let alone words right then. “Your pussy is dripping down my hand,” he told me as a third finger slipped inside me, filling me, but still not enough.
It was never enough.
Not until he was inside me.
On a frustrated groan, I yanked away from him.
Whipping around, my hands landed on his chest again, shoving hard. Much harder than before. Hard enough to send him flying to the ground, landing hard on his back.
He didn’t even get a chance to register what had happened before I was on top of him, yanking at the button and zipper of his pants with impatient hands until I could reach inside to close my hand around his thick, straining cock.
His breath hissed as my finger stroked over the head of his cock.
I didn’t hesitate.
I lifted up then slammed down on him, feeling the perfect stretch of his big cock filling me completely.
The former human part of me that had received endless school and parental lectures about safe sex nagged at me. But at the end of the day, demons couldn’t carry diseases. And they couldn’t get you pregnant either.
And, God, I just wanted to feel him inside me. That perfect velvet-softness of his skin as he filled me.
My head fell back as I sucked in a deep breath.
Minos cursed hard as his hands went to my hips, sinking in almost to the point of pain.
“Ride me, baby,” Minos demanded in a tense voice.
I wasn’t supposed to like it when he called me pet names.
I never liked it when any man called me them.
I always found it patronizing and borderline creepy.
When Minos did it, though? Yeah, there was more of that melting inside.
I didn’t need more encouragement than that.
I rode him hard and fast and through another orgasm before he was suddenly grabbing me, and rolling me under him as he started to fuck me.
Hard, fast. Like he couldn’t get enough of me.
It didn’t matter how many times we did this, that was always what it felt like with him.
Like he would never get enough.
On a growl, he grabbed me, holding me to his powerful frame as he got back to his feet, turning us, then slamming me back against a support beam that made an ominous rumbling sound at the impact.
Dust hailed down on us, and some part of me was vaguely aware of the fact that when two powerful, supernatural creatures were fucking like their life depended on it up against a load-bearing beam of an already-crumbling building, there was a real risk of actually making the damn thing fall apart with us inside of it.
But I was too lost in the moment as Minos cupped my ass and plowed into me harder and harder.
“Your pussy is squeezing my cock so tight,” he hissed. “You want to come, don’t you?” he asked.
He expected me to answer.
I knew him well enough in this context to know he would stop fucking me entirely if I didn’t answer him.
“Y-yes,” I moaned.
“Beg for it,” he demanded.
“No,” I said, closing my legs tighter around his waist, knowing how this game was going to go.
He always wanted me to beg at some point.
My pride refused to let me.
And then he would pull away, would torment me until the desperation was stronger than my pride, forcing the words out of my mouth.
A dark chuckle escaped him as his teeth scraped my neck. Not normal teeth. No. He was too turned on to keep his human form fully intact.