Page 214 of Satan's Spawn
It comes with its perks.
All the D’s a girl can ask for: dick, desire, and unwavering devotion.
When our bodies connect electricity zings throughout my fingers, and shoots down my body the second my ass grinds into his already hardened cock. I lean back until I’m against his chest, taking a hefty sip of the alcohol.
Crayton peers down at me with untainted lust starring his eyes, retrieving the cup I’m holding on to.
I twist my neck and bring my lips to his, still moving my hips in circles to ride the bulge nudging into my skin tight pants.
He kisses me back, forcing his tongue past my eager lips.
“You like puttin’ on a show for me…baby?” He growls into my mouth, and it takes every ounce of decency inside me not to moan over the music. “Making me rock hard for you?” His fingers ring my neck. “Is my Little Ghost looking for attention?”
“Yes.” My voice is breathy as I squirm on top of him, my craned neck turning sore, but Crayton’s next words act as a topical ointment going from icy to hot.
“Well…then I better do something about it.” After releasing me, Crayton picks up a throw blanket next to us and haphazardly covers our bottom halves.
His fingers are already slipping under my shirt, slow and tantalizing, when I manage to ask what he’s doing.
“I bought you something.” He peppers a few kisses along my jaw, his thumb running lazy circles on my stomach. “Wanna know what it is?”
Something hard and cool brushes against my flesh, making the muscles on my abdomen instinctively tense, and when Crayton thrusts that cock of his against my ass my breath hitches with excitement.
I want him. Here. Now. In this living room.
I lick the dryness from my lips, savoring the feeling of a foreign object teasing sensitive skin.
He could tell me it’s a double edged sword at this point, and I’d probably spread eagle for him right in the middle of this party.
Crayton has that effect on me, and I hate to love it.
“I'd rather you show me…” I tell him, leaning my head against his shoulder.
“In front of everybody, hm?” he grumbles so low only I can hear. “But you know the rules.”
I’m in a backwards dry humping sesh as I bite down hard on my lip. It’s bold and outrageous, but I don’t care, I need to feel more of him than this.
I want Crayton to take me how I like it while the world moves around us. Maybe people will notice, maybe they won’t.
Either way the thrill of it all has me so close to the edge of climaxing he may not have to do anything other than keep talking to me like this.
“Show me what you got me. Please,” I beg when the object finds the rim of my pants.
“Shhhh,” he coos, his entire hand slinking underneath my leggings.
When he stops at my pussy, Crayton begins toying me with the tip of his fingers.
I’m already breathing hard into his neck when the toying turns into slow methodical movements.
Crayton’s learned my body real fast and with minimum coaxing from me. He’s also been a lot more mindful of how rough he is, trying so hard to tame that side of him even though I insist he doesn’t need to.
He says he wants sex to be different with me, and I’ve told him countless times how much it already is, but if he insists on making sure he pleases me, who am I to stop him?
A low vibration between my legs makes me jump, and a small cry leaves my lips as the humming attacks the entire area between my legs.
“Oh my God.” I press my lips closed as he secures me onto his lap with his other arm.
A gust of his warm breath tickles my ear. “Aw, c’mon Little Ghost, you know you can call me Crayton.”
