Page 48 of Demons in My Bed
“Fuuuuck,” I moaned as the orgasm gripped my entire body. I literally felt my cum running down the crack of my ass, and I was pretty certain that was also a first. Misha withdrew his tail, leaving me clenching around air, and my mouth went completely dry when his tail moved up to face height, his molten gaze holding me frozen in place as his tongue flicked out, lapping up my essence.
“Best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he rasped, wrapping his lips around the tip of his tail as if it were a cock. It was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen. The way the veins in his forearm bulged as he sucked my taste from himself… Fuck. I wanted him to grip me as hard as he was holding his tail.
When a deep rumble spilled from his throat, I couldn’t take it anymore. A soft whimper from me had his orange eyes snapping to my face, and his tail slipped from his mouth, leaving his lips shiny and swollen. “Hold on to me tight. Squeeze my hornshard.”
I did as he asked, really tugging on them as I lifted myself up a bit on his body. Suddenly, both of his hands were on mine and squeezing, hard—showing me how hard he wanted me gripping him. Just as I was about to ask if it hurt, Misha’s body shuddered. The amount of pressure we were applying seemed extreme, but I swallowed my words and watched as one of his hands left mine and wrapped around his hard cock, practically strangling it. “Fuck me. Feels so fucking good.”
In that moment, I decided that watching this absolutely beautiful and huge demon come apart between my legs was one of the most empowering things I’d ever experienced. My hand snaked between us, and I grabbed his wrist, pulling his face toward me with the horn I was still gripping. “I need you now, Misha.”
The corner of his mouth lifted, and I leaned in. Since we were so close, it was easy for me to lick his lips. Misha chuckled deeply, and then the hand that wasn’t holding his big dick wrapped around my throat. I was well and truly pinned when he pressed his lips against mine, igniting sparks of heat and zings of electricity throughout my body. The way he kissed me, it was sinful and yet familiar, like we’d done it a hundred times before. I moaned as he sank his teeth softly into my bottom lip before he turned my face to the side and whispered in my ear. “Put my cock inside your cunt,kukola.”
Stars above, this fucking man... male. Demon. Sweet and filthy. Quiet and bossy. Thoughtful and wicked. I was so fucked.
He released the hold he had on himself so I could take over. I gripped his length, and a little trepidation worked its way through my body when I realized I couldn’t quite touch my fingertips together around his girth. As though he heard my thoughts, he gripped my chin and leaned in, capturing my mouth in another blistering kiss that felt like so much more than just fucking. It felt like he was staking a claim on my mind, my gods damned soul. I’d never forget this moment, and I’d never forget him, regardless of how things eventually would end between us.
“Can’t wait to bounce you on this fat cock, I want to watch it disappear within your little body, doll.”
“Fuck, Misha... I don’t know—”
With a snarl, he batted my hand out of the way. “I do know.” He lined himself up and surged forward, breaching me slightly. I whimpered at the small burning sensation. “Relax, doll. Picture me pumping in and out, each thrust has me getting slicker from your cum, and your body is taking more and more because you. Need. Me. Don’t you?” His hips rolled, and he was right—with each movement, he went deeper.
“Fuck, fuck,” I cursed when it seemed as though his dick got wider.
“Breathe. You’re doing such a good job taking this demon cock. Fucking made for me to fill…”
I squeezed his horns so hard, my knuckles turned white, and then it was as if my body accepted what was happening and allowed him to go all the way. We both froze and breathed heavily against each other, adjusting to the feel of one another. I gasped as his tail moved across my hard nipples, adding to the sensory overload in the best possible way.
”“Mishy,” I breathed, looking into his glowing eyes. “Fucking move, now.”
He laughed but didn’t move at all. How was he able to fight the urge? I couldn’t. Fuck this—if he wasn’t going to move, I would. My hips rolled, and his chuckling died immediately.
Large hands gripped my hips as he encouraged me to find my own rhythm. “That’s right, ride my cock. Fuck, you take me so beautifully.”
We must’ve looked ridiculous. This massive demon and small woman attached to him like a leech. At that moment, I didn’t care.
“Fuck! Hold on,” Misha barked, spinning us off the wall and walking us over to the table. He laid me back, letting me stretch out. All the while, his cock remained inside of me. “Scream when you need to,kukola.”
Then he fucked me, in a way that I’d never experienced before. His black wings fanned out, and it seemed as though his hips moved so fast that they blurred. All I could do was lie there, gripping the edge of the table and taking it. And, as he predicted, scream. The stretching pain that I’d experienced at first was long gone, and all I felt now was overwhelming ecstasy. It was almost unbearable.
When I finally felt capable of opening my eyes, his were right there, watching my face and taking in every single reaction. His own face had changed; his demon form was in complete control right now. The angles of his face had become sharper, more menacing. A literal demon was fucking me harder than I’d ever been fucked before, and all I could think about was how amazing it was.
“Misha!” I felt sudden pressure that was building, like I needed to pee. Right now. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna…” His thumb landed on my clit, and suddenly, there was fluid. Everywhere. My body convulsed and shook, while Misha continued thrusting.
“Fuck, that was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen,” Ashland announced, making me jerk in Misha’s hold. I looked over to see him, Felix, and Talon standing there, watching.
Misha growled and fisted my hair. “Don’t look at them. You look at me while I claim you.”
“Please,” I begged, not sure what exactly I was begging for. I could barely hear Felix and the others talking about how I’d just squirted all over the place, but I didn’t dare look over at them. It was honestly something that I’d never done before, but I didn’t have time to feel embarrassed—or any other emotion—with the way Misha was fucking owning me.
“Squeeze me,kukola. I’m not gonna last…” Misha shivered as I reached for him, roughly pulling him down to me by his fucking horns. I swore I heard some groans from the others, and I made a mental note to do more horn grabbing in the future.
Misha slammed into me a few more times, and I raked my nails down his shoulders, loving the way his large body felt atop mine. “Come for me, big guy.”
His cock jerked and seemed to vibrate, sending pulsing jets of hot cum deep within me. It triggered another orgasm for me, and we shook, panted, trembled, and cursed as we held onto each other, riding the waves of euphoria.
After a moment, Misha lifted his head. I pressed a kiss to his lips and whispered, just for him, “Well, you act like a monster, look like one, and yeah... you definitely fuck like one.”
He grunted and smirked. My brow furrowed when instead of his cock softening, it seemed to… swell? Misha pulled out of my body so fast, my vagina almost got whiplash.
