Page 30 of Midlife Demigod Unexpected

He stood up, moving his hand underneath my ass as he carried me forward.

“Do you know how many nights I’ve watched you move around the bar and all I wanted to do was grab you and push you up against the bar and give you everything I’ve got?” he asked.

“No,” I said breathlessly as he twisted around and placed my ass on the edge of his countertop. His mouth claimed mine, making it his own, holding it within his as his hands pushed buttons through the buttonholes at the top of my jeans. I shimmied out of them with his help, leaving myself exposed and open to the young man and allowing myself to be vulnerable and naked in front of him.

I was at that age where it didn’t matter. I really wanted Jag and I wanted him to know me exactly as I was, however, I was. He’d been around me long enough that if he didn’t want me, he sure would’ve said so before now, but he had given me only the smallest indication he was attracted to me. As I sat there on his counter, my hands behind me, and my body bare naked in front of him, I smiled. I wanted him too.

“God, woman,” he smiled. “You are such a demigod.”

“Demigoddess,” I said. “Is that a thing?”

“Let’s have it be a thing just between me and you.” He murmured.

“You can call me demigoddess and I’ll call you demon,” I whispered huskily. “Just bring me that warm shaft.” I could feel my juices flowing wet and ready to welcome him inside. I watched as he took off his pants, His swollen manhood came between us. He shook his head with a slight grin on his face, knowing exactly how it the sight of his large demon prick would make me feel.

I groaned as he went down on his knees. I couldn’t tell if it was out of anticipation for his tongue or disappointment I would have to wait for his cock. Whatever he was bringing me, I knew I was here for it. This was going to be perfect. He showered my thighs with kisses and covered my mound with gentle small licks until he arrived at the center of my rose, my protected womanhood. His tongue caressed me, slender and warm, lapping the nectar from inside me. His tongue reached up and found my clitoris. He pressed his tongue against it hard and then sucked cool air around in, bringing cool shivers through my body. Then his tongue was back warm and hard, circling my clitoris. I pushed my hips forward on the counter, unable to focus on anything except the sensation of his tongue moving in tightly wound circles against my clitoris.

My fingers scraped against the hard stone of the countertop as my back arched. He looked up at me, his eyes flashing with flames.

“You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” he growled.

I groaned. This daemonic young man was giving me a heart attack. My heart was racing so fast, and I was holding my breath as he buried his face again between my legs. My whole body shook and trembled as a wave of ecstasy exploded through me.

“Oh my God, do that again,” I said. “That exact same thing only again.”

“As you command,” he grinned, lowering his mouth back down to my clitoris and licking and sucking it, turning in small circles as he licked the petals of my sacred flower until it was swollen, and my body was spasming again. I gripped onto his shoulders as he raised his head, his eyes still flashing with flames of desire, his face wet with my juices.

“I can do this all night long,” he said, giving me a sly grin.

“I need your cock,” I moaned, tucking my feet under his armpits and nudging him to stand. His massive cock arched between us, but I wasn’t waiting. I thrust my hips up as he stepped toward me, and I rose to envelope his cock.

“Oh my God!” I said as he thrust himself inside me. I pulled myself off him, falling back. “It’s burning!”

“Is it too hot?” he asked, pulling back and touching his cock.

I motioned toward him. “No, no. Bring it back. I just wasn’t ready for it,” I said. “I forgot.”

“How could you forget that my body is hot? We were just talking about it a few minutes ago.”

“It doesn’t feel like only a few minutes ago,” I laughed. “It feels like it was a lifetime ago. Come bring me what I want,” I spread my legs and slid my hand down my thighs. “Bring it back.”

“I got you,” he said with a chuckle, stepping toward me. “Is this what you want?” He put his hands on my knees and spreading my legs even more as his cock entered my tunnel.

With one quick thrust he was fully inside. We stared at each other, our breaths held, our gazes locked, and then slowly Jag leaned forward and kissed my lips with his as he pulled his cock back out, holding steady just with the head of his penis pressed against my womanhood before he thrust his hips forward and I felt the warm, hard length of his cock like a heater inside me.

“Oh my god, that feels amazing.” I sat up, my eyes wide, smiling up at him.

He slid it into me, my juices coating his prick. His rhythm steadied and I clenched my muscles, holding his cock tight, stroking it with my love channel as he slid in and out of me.

He gripped my shoulders as I thrust my hips up to meet his intensity with my own.

“You’re magnificent,” he said.

I smiled at him as I reached forward, and the tips of my fingernails traced lightly over his anus. He moaned loudly, thrusting forward with such a ferocious thrust, I had to grip his neck just to stay on the counter.

“Oh Helen!” He called out my name as he thrust inside me, lifting me in an exultant wave, my body bathed in a golden light as his heated cock filled me with ecstasy.

Chapter 22

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