Page 63 of The River of Fire

Scooting lower, I slowly unbuckle and open his pants as his eyes track every movement of my hands. He’s breathing through his mouth in short panting breaths. He looks so hot right now, eager and impatient, that I lose what’s left of my own patience, pulling his cock out and squeezing it until his head tilts back.

“Fuck,” he breathes, hands lowering towards mine, until he stops himself and clenches his fists. “It’s been too fucking long since I fucked you, sweetness.” His voice sounds strangled from the effort it takes to hold himself back from taking over and setting the pace he wants.

“Well, you’re going to wait a little bit longer, because I want that pretty dick in my mouth first,” I tease, rubbing the dick in question from root to tip in slow, firm strokes.

He hisses as his cock pulses in my hand, a bead of precum gathering at the slit, tempting me to lick it off. “Damn, I need to have you on top more often. I underestimated how sinful your mouth is.”

He finally wraps one of his hands around mine, making me squeeze his cock impossibly harder. I moan, both at the sight of our hands making his cockhead turn purple and at the ragged groan that comes out of his mouth.

“Let go,” I whisper, then scooch lower again until I can take the glistening tip into my mouth, moaning around it as my tongue collects the salty liquid.

His fingers thread into my hair and his hips lift from the bed, making me take him in as far as the angle allows. Pumping into me a couple of times as my tongue laves as much as it can reach, he lowers back to the bed, making me release him. “Sit on my cock, pet,” he pants, hands clenching the strands of my haircaught in them, making it hurt just the right amount.

I click my tongue and sit up, making him release his grip. “Bossing me around isn’t letting me do what I want.” He bares his teeth, the look in his eyes feral. Had he looked at me like that the first time we were in bed, I would have fainted from fright. Now it just makes me wetter, knowing he’s that desperate for me. “Do you need my tight little pussy, Master?” I tease, squeezing his slick cock again.

I can feel his growl reverberate through his entire body. “I suggest you don’t play with fire unless you wish to be burned.”

My vision blurs as he flips us over before I can laugh. I find myself underneath my archdemon, his eyes now burning with orange flames. I gasp at the ravenous look in his eyes, and need takes control of my body, making me wrap my legs around his waist and tilting my pelvis up in demand.

He wastes no more time, placing one hand under my ass to raise my hips up further, and the other between our bodies, lining up our sexes. Still holding my gaze captive, he sheathes himself inside me with two quick thrusts. My eyes close from the uncomfortable pinch of the intrusion and his freed hand grabs hold of my chin, wordlessly commanding me to stop hiding my eyes. Once I do, he slides the hand underneath my neck, now holding both my upper and lower body steady to receive his thrusts.

When his dick is fully coated in my arousal, I tighten around him, making his breath catch. “More,” I whisper, and he shakes his head. “Ash, harder,” I beg, the slow and smooth slide of him not enough to satisfy the need these days of distance ignited.

“No,” he murmurs, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “You will come like this.” While he sounds as imperious as always, there’s also a soft quality to his voice. He shifts the angle of our bodies slightly until his pelvis massages my clit with every small movement he makes.

“I can’t,” I practically whine, yearning for his rough touches and filthy words, the ones that never fail to push me over the edge.

Ash just rests his forehead against mine and breathes in, like a man enjoying the scent of the finest whiskey. “You will,” he commands quietly, and I can feel tingles starting to build up across every inch of my skin, can smell ozone mixed in with his usual smell of warmed sugar and frosted forest.

My muscles soften and my jaw unclenches, the release of tension letting me know how strong its presence was. The sensation of his bared chest rubbing against mine, only the thin material of my nightgown between us, sends sparks from my nipples straight to my clit.

This time I tighten around his cock involuntarily and he grunts softly. “That’s it,” he praises, his slow and deep strokes unrelenting. “Feel me, feel us.” A crack of thunder sounds outside, making me flinch with surprise.

The head of his cock is rubbing against the upper wall of my sex from the inside, and an image of how it looked in our hands, swollen and wet with his arousal, pops up in my head unbidden. I moan, the sound coming from somewhere deep inside of me.

His breathing speeds up, quick puffs of air hitting my kiss-dampened lips. “Ash,” I gasp, my hands moving from around his neck to gently cradle his face.

“Mmm,” he growls, the sound vibrating in his chest like a deep purr.

I feel like I’m floating on a soft cloud and the growing heat between my legs is the only thing keeping me grounded in reality. Each slide of his body over mine winds me up tighter, until I’m worried that release will feel like a rubber band snapping in my hands. I’m afraid of the sting, but unwilling to stop testing the give of the elastic.

I’m now moaning in time with his thrusts, feeling both vulnerable in my pleasure and somehow unashamed of it. Before I fully realize it’s happening, my body has had enough of the teasing buildup and I scream.

“Ash!” His name on my lips sounds almost like a plea for help, and he gathers me even closer to him, tucking his head into my neck and taking the tight cords of it into his mouth.

He grunts savagely into my flesh and I can feel his cock pulsing inside me. Wetness from both of us slides out from me, dripping into the crack of my ass.

As if he feels it as well, he reaches between us again, gathers it on his fingers, and, circling the rim with the wetness once, then again, pushes one of them into my other opening. I’m so relaxed I don’t even tense up, but the sensation makes me gasp, my pussy continuing to flutter over his spent cock.

Once my heartbeat starts slowing down, I sigh contentedly into Ash’s hair. “You didn’t let me have control for very long,” I complain halfheartedly.

“Hmm,” he muses, lifting his head enough to look at me. Smiling at the state I must be in, he kisses me and then whispers in my ear. “Perhaps in a few decades.”

Chapter 46 – Lana

I’m having a very late breakfast with Puck – scrambled eggs and cherry tomatoes for me, just cherry tomatoes for him – when Ashtaroth walks in, resplendent in full-plated armor, his crown and heavy cloak on as well.

“Mmm, are you my dessert?” I give him my best lecherous look. Puck gags. I flick the tip of the wing closest to me and he squawks in outrage.

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