Page 23 of Incubus with Benefits
“More, please,” she begged. “Don’t stop.”
I’d never heard anything more perfect.
I rocked our hips, slowly sliding her down my cock. She was so tight even after she’d come all over my fingers that I had to fight my way in. She panted, her arms wrapped around my neck.
“More,” she demanded. “Fuck me.” She bit down on my shoulder, making me hiss even though her dull little teeth could never hurt me.
My demanding little witch! I growled and shoved her down hard onto my cock, rocking into her inch by inch, spurred on by her breathy cries and the nails she dug into my biceps until finally I was seated deep in her warmth, her cunt gripping me like a fist.
Chapter 11
Lily
IfeltsofullI could hardly breathe, stretched until it almost hurt, and it was the best thing I’d ever experienced. There were so many sensations. Not just inside me but everywhere, from the kisses he trailed down my jawline to the smoky demon limbs holding me in place.
There was so much. And yet it was just perfect.
I just wasn’t sure I could handle it when Julian actually started to fuck me. But I was more than willing to try. I wanted him more than anything I’d ever wanted.
Reaching up, I grazed my teeth against the side of his jaw, not even bothering to do it lightly. I couldn’t hurt him unless I used my magic. “Fuck me, Julian. Fuck me hard.”
A snarl was the only response I got before he pulled out and thrust back into me. The sound that came from my throat was desperate and needy, and I barely recognized it as my own.
Julian set a brutal rhythm, thrusting into me while the rest of his limbs moved me up and down his body. As the pressure built, a smoky limb snaked between us, pressing against my clit. I screamed when it started to vibrate. It wasn’t a soft vibration but a deep thrumming one as it latched onto my sensitive little bud.
Ecstasy raced through me like electricity, tingling down to every finger and toe. I gasped for air, my mouth frozen in a silent scream. Then one of the smoky limbs was there at my lips, shaped like a tentacle. It thrust into my mouth, already wet and slippery, as my eyes went wide.
I gagged as it slid down my throat, and Julian chuckled, the sound low and evil.
“What a good girl you are, Vixen.”
I couldn’t reply as it fucked my throat, moving in conjunction with his cock so that for a moment, I had a mental image of me speared right through. The wet sounds coming from either end betrayed how much it turned me on.
“Such a good little fuck doll. I should dress you up all pretty every night and then fuck you silly. Would you like that?”
Goddess! Driven to the very edge by his filthy words, my climax hit me hard. My muscles clamped down on his thick monster cock, making him groan.
Then he was pulling out of my mouth, and I was gasping and sobbing, plastered against him.
Julian continued to pound into me, and I felt myself climbing again.
“Again, Lily. I need you to be a good girl and come for me again.”
I clung to him, mindless with pleasure, as he wrung another orgasm out of me. Limp and completely spent, he used me like a doll, thrusting hard into me until, with a roar, he was emptying into me.
I was barely aware of him laying me gently down on the bed.
Julian’s arms were warm around me, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek. I wondered at the fact that he’d emulated breathing, but not a heartbeat. The sheets were tangled around our legs, the room still humming with the magic we’d made together. I should feel tired after all that exertion, but instead I felt energized and alive.
We lay there in silence for a while, tangled together, his fingers tracing idle patterns along my spine. I curled into him, letting my leg hook over his, my body fitting against his perfectly.
Usually, cuddling was difficult because limbs got in the way, but that wasn’t the case with Julian. He just changed the shape and placement of his limbs to fit my body. You know that bottom arm that never knows where to go? Not a problem anymore! He just made space for it. And the biceps my head was pillowed on was exceptionally soft and supportive.
“Thank you,” he murmured so softly I wondered if I’d imagined it.
“For what? Good sex? Because I think you did most of the work.”
“That too. But mostly for sticking by me. For trusting me even after you saw the cops at my door.”
