Page 204 of Satan's Spawn
When Crayton pulls back, his lips are swollen and red, unaware of the monster lurking outside our bubble.
He descends to my hair, his nose tickling my skin as he inhales. It has the vision of Felix starting to fade again.
There’s a deep satisfied sigh coming from Crayton when he breathes me in one last time, then returns his attention to my face.
“What do you need me to do now?” he says, so soft it jars me a bit.
“I need to feel you inside me.” I wiggle urgently into the hard cock teasing my entrance. “All of you. Please.”
I need to feel you instead of him.
Crayton grips himself, aligning his tip with my entrance as I say, “Keep looking into my eyes, okay? Stay with me.”
Crayton licks his lips. “To be honest, I don’t think I’d want to be anyplace else right now.” He places a soft kiss on my nose, right by the scar on the side of it. “You’re like fucking gravity, Little Ghost. I couldn’t leave if I tried.”
With that he plunges inside me, his hooded blue orbs boring into mine.
I let out a small cry, feeling stretched and whole in all the right ways.
Just like that, Felix vanishes into thin air, and all that’s left is Crayton and me.
“Fuck.” He grunts. “You’re squeezing my cock.”
Tell me about it.
The size of him hurts for sure, it’s expected no matter how many toys I’ve inserted into that same hole.
But this pain is so much better than anything else I’ve ever experienced.
Because it comes with happiness. Contentment.
It comes withhim.
“Now?” he chokes out, and for a second I think he’s hurting like me, but then he tells me how good I feel and it puts my heart at ease.
My vagina? Well, that’s about to get torn to shreds.
“Slide in and out of me, slow and steady.”
Crayton follows my command—his cock slowly retracting, only to return with a languid stroke.
I arch my back, feeling the ring on his tip caressing all the right places inside me.
“Faster…” I breathe.
Crayton picks up speed, and this time I don’t have to ask him to kiss me because he already is.
His hips start moving in sync with the rhythm of his tongue, all of it becoming natural to him.
Just like I knew it would.
My hands find his ass and squeeze, guiding him.
“Fuck…” Crayton curses, his movements turning sloppy. “I need to stop. Now.”
“Please don’t.” I shake my head, all of this being too good to end now.
“I can’t—”
