Page 61 of Deadly Maiden

He stands and drags me up, onto my knees, then with his hand in my hair again, puts his cock to my mouth. His claws extrude, the magik happening before my eyes as they pop through the skin.

“Those are big claws,” I murmur in awe.

“Suck it down.” The back of his clawed hand trails over my cheek.

I lock my gaze to his as I open my mouth and let the head of his cock roll past my lips, sliding in on my saliva.

He swallows. “Gods. Keep going.”

When I push forward, he decides I’m too slow, or something, and instead takes control, thrusting himself deeper. My mouth has more inside than should be possible. I gasp and splutter around him as he withdraws then begins to fuck my mouth, the rhythm slow but compelling.

I peek upward to see his face. His hold on me, cock in me, the pure unadulterated sexiness of seeing him get off on this, I want him in me more than words can say.

After a few more thrusts, he pulls out and hisses through his teeth, leans down, cock bobbing as he cups my face. “Turn around and hold the couch so I can fuck you hard.”

I am so not arguing with that. I turn fast and wait with my ass up while he kneels behind me. He sticks his cock in all of half the length in one pure, soul-destroying, hammering thrust. Then another. Another.

I groan, arch my rear even higher. If this is training me to take him, I’m so very into it.

So is he. My eyes roll up, and I close them, cursing at how he fills me. Lust soars. He grabs my hips, and I feel the slightestprick of claws as he slides into me and swears and fucks me hard, just as he promised.

That huge cock is spearing my pussy and I’ve no idea how he jams it in without killing me.

The loveseat moves on the floor in tiny, shuddering squeaks.

As my hands slide across the leather, I grunt and moan, clutching at the sofa. Where the seat joins the back is a crevice into which I lodge both hands, as he starts a mind-burning rhythm.

Jarred forward then hauled back into him, knees rubbing on floor, my thighs grow thoroughly wet. With my face buried in my arms, I’ve lost track of the world out there. My gasps and sobs, the groan as he pulls out, slams back in, I sound unhinged.

I am. I fucking am.

He almost slaps in full-length, then looms over me, his claws on my hips spiking me as he jets in. The heat of come spills and drips from my entrance while he stays there, pumping, twitching.

I haven’t come, but I’m spent when he pulls out and lets me slump to the floor.

A moment or two later, he turns me over and, kneeling, buries three fingers inside me, starts sucking down there on my clit. My heels take my weight as I tense my thighs, my legs. It’s not long before my legs are shaking and clamping in on his head.

I’m silently screaming as he sucks on me for that last long, shuddering second, where I arch off the floor into his mouth, his face.

Afterward, I keep my eyes closed, listening to my frantic breathing, feeling my body come down off the high. He extracts his fingers and crawls up me.

“We made a mess,” he says to my ear.

“Yeah.” My hands lie flopped over me below my breasts, bent like they forgot how hands work. I paw at him and rollinto Rorsyd. “That was something.” I’m still catching my breath, wishing I could curl up with him in bed and stay there.

But I’m sticky and under my leg is sticky and wet. I kiss his chest.

“You know,” he begins quietly, “what if I make love to you while you sleep? So you wake up and feel me inside you.” His eyebrow quirks upward then he puts his clawed hand on my breast and usesjustenough pressure to make the sharp points dent the skin. “Would you like that?”

I have just seen heaven, and I fear I may have a pussy stretched inches deeper and wider than before. My mind hasn’t quite recovered. That suggestion is…is…

“Please…” I gulp. My nipples have peaked. His claws dig in a little more, and his smile turns wicked. Make that wickeder. “I think, maybe, I would like that.” I clear my throat. “A lot.”

“This is good,” he purrs.

He says nothing more for a while, leaving me time to reflect on how pleased he sounded. Our lovemaking is going a little sideways, exploring new territory. It’s exciting. Definitely that.

“Wyntre?”

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