Page 83 of Lourdes & the Mafia
It fell, and I waited to scent the fear.
But all she did was gush between her legs, stare at my horns like they were something of amazement.
And when she touched them? Fuck.
She may as well have grabbed my dick.
The way she explored my horns, twisting her little wrists, yanking against the bone up and down, thumbs exploring the studs of my piercings…
Like I was something to be revered not feared.
And she deserves to be fucking worshipped for it.
At the first swipe of my forked tongue against the seam of her pussy lips, the explosion of taste against my buds, I’m reeling. It’s a sweet nectar that makes me see nirvana.
I swear, there are stars dancing behind my eyelids as I lick a stripe up to her clit, letting the forked tip play with her nub of desire.
I wring cries out from that luscious mouth of hers. She screams my name, pushing her hips tighter against my mouth. Her hands snap out around the base of my horns, gripping them tightly for purchase as she gyrates against my hungry tongue.
And I devour her, slurping her juices before shoving my tongue into her walls. I push it in deep and her walls squeeze around me as I taste her cream.
I pull out, grazing my sharp teeth along one of her dark pussy lips, sucking one of them into my mouth, savoring the flavor and texture of her soft pussy before moving to do the same to the other one. Using my talons, I separate her folds, teasing a dark claw against her clit as I lick and nip and taste. All the while she jerks against me.
Her thighs close around my face, the thickness nearly suffocating me in her pussy. If she takes me out right now, I’ll die a fucking happy man.
Death by suffocation.
Here lies Lorenzo, he drowned in his woman’s pussy.
What a fucking way to go.
I groan against her flesh, my tail swishing behind me, quivering and in desperate need of action.
Releasing her clit, I let my hands play with her ass cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal the tight little hole of her ass. She shivers beneath me and the breath I blow against her flesh.
“Lorenzo…” It sounds like a warning.
“Ssh,” I command. She loves it when I get bossy. “I’m going to eat your ass, Amore, and you’re going to take it like the good little girl I know you are.”
“Yes…” Her fists tighten against my horns and I groan as I bend, licking the outer ring of muscles. She cries out at the contact, her body already sensitive from my ministrations. She’s desperate for release, and I want to give it to her.
My tail slithers up between us, and right before my tongue presses into her ass, the tipped edge of my tail slaps down against her clit.
She screams at the pleasure that consumes her as I eat her out. More and more, I crave it all. I want to wring every last drop out of her like it’s the last fated task in my life.
I need to hear her scream.
I need to hear my name on her lips.
The flat end of my tail slaps her. Again and again. And my tongue pillages deep inside her.
Just as I feel the orgasm cresting through her body, rising higher and higher, I feel the darkness that overtakes the room. Rami’s presence is a tangible thing as he appears, leaning against the door frame.
I pull away just before she can fall and she whimpers, trying to yank my head back between her thighs.
I kiss her inner thigh, nipping with my teeth, before turning to smirk at my brother.
If he’s surprised by the revelation of my true form, he doesn’t show it. We’ve all seen each other’s forms, yet no one else has.
