Page 50 of The Magic of Betrayal
"Good girl," he praised me, reaching around to rub my clit while the fingers buried in me stroked and stretched. "Have you ever taken someone here, Firefly?" Fischer asked me, his teeth nibbling against my ass cheek.
"Once," I panted while he continued his ministrations and I tried not to think about that one time and who it had been with. How unenjoyable it had been.
His chest pressed into my back as he stretched up and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to fuck your pussy, and then I'm going to finish in your ass."
"By the moon, Fischer," I moaned, my body temperature rising with each passing second. He pulled his fingers out of me and I pushed up onto my knees, his large hand turning my face to his so he could devour my mouth. With my back pressed to his front, he toyed with my nipples and ran his hands over every inch of skin he could.
"Wanna taste you," I murmured against his lips.
"You want to suck on this dick, sweetheart?" he rasped, running his tongue over my jawline.
"Yes, please. I need to see how you fit in there."
My head was pulled back and the slight sting of his fist clenching my hair sent a rush through my body. Lifting my eyes, our gazes collided and I sucked in a breath at the utter darkness that had taken over.There's the part of him that he doesn't like to let out.
"Lay down, Guppy, let me lick you."
Groaning, he flopped back against the pillows and I eased my way between his thick thighs, letting my breasts run over the hard length of him. Dark hair started at his chest and ran down straight to his dick, and it was sexy as hell. Puckering my lips, I pressed them on the large head, sighing at how smooth it felt against my skin.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath when I ran my tongue over his slit, tasting his unique flavor and needing more. I gripped the base of his dick and sucked the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue all over and he groaned his approval.
"Yes, sweetheart, suck my cock. Take it in as far as you can, I want to see it disappear down your throat," he growled, and I squeezed my thighs together, seeking friction. My sweet Fischer had a filthy mouth.
Doing as he requested, I let him fill my mouth with his hardness; he was thick and delicious. When he hit the back of my throat, I coughed, and pulled back a little, but then his hand was there, gripping my hair and pushing my face right back down onto his cock. Shit.
Trying to breathe through my nose before I passed out, I got ahold of myself and swallowed, locking him in and then I hummed.
"Fucking hell, sweetheart. You suck dick like a goddess," he grunted, his hips began to thrust and he fucked my mouth with no hesitation. Tears started building from the onslaught, but holy moon maidens, I was fucking loving it. Glancing up at him, his eyes were black and his free hand moved leisurely over his nipple and I watched with total fascination as he squeezed it.
"Gotta feel you," Fischer rumbled, pulling me up by the shoulders and smashing his lips against mine as he fluidly flipped us so that he was between my thighs and I squeezed him tightly, urging him to connect us in a way that we hadn't yet.
"Please, fuck me. Get inside of me, I can't wait."
His hand landed on my throat, his large fingers squeezing gently as he looked into my eyes and shook his head, like he was trying to clear his mind. The blackness of his eyes began receding and his features softened a bit.
"Shit. Shit. Did I hurt you?" He sounded pained and when he realized he was gripping my neck, he pulled his hand back like I'd burnt him.
"Hell no, you didn't hurt me. That was hot as hell, I want you. Just you..." I ran my fingers over his lips, his breaths hard and hot over my skin.
"Sweetheart, I don't want to hurt you. I've never done this before."
My eyes widened. What did he mean he hadn't done this before? Sex with a woman?
Chuckling, he shook his head like he'd read my thoughts. "I've been with women, I mean I've never been with someone that I couldn't read. Someone that I couldn't tell immediately that what I was doing was wanted. I can't tell what you're thinking, there's no bursts of ecstasy swirling in the air, there's no lust rolling off of your body, no excitement," he explained, looking sheepish, like maybe he was embarrassed.
"Fischer. You might not be getting visuals or however it is that works for you... the ecstasy you usually see? Those are my moans when your hands are on my skin. The lust? That's every time you make me shout out your name and beg for more. And the excitement?" I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my cunt. "The excitement is right here. Do you feel how wet I am? I'm loving everything you're doing to me and there's nothing you could do in this bed tonight that I wouldn't fucking love."
"Fucking hell," he smirked, dipping his fingers inside my wetness. "You really want me, don't you, sweetheart?"
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I tugged him down and pressed my forehead against his "More than you know."
His lips never left mine when he buried himself to the hilt and when I tried to tip my head back to scream, he bit my lips and whispered against my mouth not to fucking move.
"You feel perfect, silky and hot. Jesus. Made for me." Fischer's mouth never quit dropping the dirtiest encouragements and my hips moved to match his pace, our bodies doing a different dance than earlier, and despite this being the first time, we moved beautifully together.
He stretched me, filled me, his thrusts increasing in speed, and when his mouth sucked on one of my nipples, I came so hard, I couldn't help but call out his name.
When I opened my eyes, his monster inside was back and he had a smile on his face that I'm positive Lucifer himself couldn't recreate. He pulled out of me and leaned over to my nightstand, the sound of the drawer opening let me know he was looking for something, but I couldn't be fucked to pay attention. Post orgasmic bliss was running through my veins. The drawer slammed shut and there he was, rising over me like a dark god, or maybe a devil.
