Page 2 of Dormeo
“That can’t be good.” Gaap’s expression is sympathetic, even as he wraps the brunette’s long locks around his fist once more, and raises his hips, once, twice, three times, fucking his cock deeper into her throat.
He smirks as she struggles to breathe, gasping for air around him, eyes wide with the panic that’s rising inside her.
With her hands braced on his thighs, she tries to pull back, but it’s no good. Saliva drips off her chin, now smeared with the rose-coloured lipstick she wore just a few seconds ago.
“Swallow,” Gaap orders, his gaze stony, as he commands her to take more of him.
She attempts to shake her head, but his hold on her hair makes it painful, and she winces.
Gaap could snap her like a twig if he wanted. She’s not done until he says so.
Eventually, she swallows around him, her throat working greedily, tightening and pulsing around him.
Dragging his cock out past her pale pink lips, I watch, amused, as she reels back gasping, landing on her ass on the cold stone floor, her legs parted.
“Why do you do that?” I ask, waving a hand in her direction.
She eyes his cock warily, still turned on and needy, but afraid to go back for more. Instead, her fingers travel south, finding the thatch of dark hair, and slides between her folds.
“This is hell, Ash. We’re not in the business of dishing out pleasure alone, it has to be accompanied by some pain.”
The woman whimpers, pressing her slippery thighs together, clamping around her hand, juices running down the inside of her legs as she drinks in Gaap’s bulging muscles, huge cock, and menacing smile.
“What do you think? Can you handle it?”
She nods slowly, and I groan, knowing exactly how this will go. Hard and fast.
“Just fuck her already. I need you to come with me.” I snap.
Gaap snarls, one lip curling up over his long, white teeth in displeasure at my tone. Stubbornly, he remains seated, with his little pet at his side, and his cock jutting up in the air.
I might be the son of the devil, but no incubus likes to be parted from their current source of energy, and with the lust this little one is radiating, I know Gaap won’t leave her until he’s had his fill.
“Fine then. I’ll go alone,” I huff. “But I’ll remember this the next time you ask me for anything.”
Impatient to get this meeting over with, I stand from my ornate chair, my broad form casting a shadow over the eager woman as she clambers to her feet and moves to straddle my friend.
Her pale blue eyes look up at me, then slide closed in delight when he lifts his hips, cupping her cheek as he pushes up into her body, stretching her in a way no other man has before.
“Let him wait,” Gaap suggests, like the bad influence that he is. If it was him who was summoned, there’s no way he’d be that brave.
Scoffing at the notion of leaving my father to stew further, I roll my eyes as the woman on Gaap’s lap winces, unused to anyone or anything as large as Gaap. He’s not just going to take her virginity, he’s going to split her in two.
And she’ll love it.
“Fuck!” she cries out as Gaap fucks her from beneath, using his big hands on her shoulders to keep her in place. I can tell from the way she stutters over the word that this girl isn’t accustomed to cursing, let alone shouting profanities while getting fucked in a chair by a giant red demon.
But she’s willing and new.
Gaap will have some fun with this one.
“Enjoy,” I say, ignoring her pleas for me to join them. “If I get sent to Siberia for a month, know it’s your fault, and there will be hell to pay when I return.”
Striding from the room, my heavy steps muffled by the fur rugs lining the floor, I follow the amber glow of the flickering lamps through the maze of dark grey cavernous stone hallways that lead to my father’s office.
Or lair, as I like to call it. Seems more fitting.
I knock three times with the brass ring, announcing my arrival, even though he is already aware I’m standing at his door.
