Page 96 of The Demon's Fire
Margoslapped at Chay’s hands. She shoved him flat on his back with unexpected force. Straddling his waist, she spread her fingers apart on his hard chest, caressing the lean, chiseled hills and valleys of muscle. Angling her head, she tweaked his nipple with her teeth, her breasts smashed against his stomach.
This sexy ylve was a good man. He could have bolted from her apartment to save himself. Yet he had stayed with her. Before, she had known only dead-weight jerks. Her only live-in boyfriend had been a big one. She remembered getting up in the morning to find her bank account wiped out and her car stolen.
Yep. The ylve’s a keeper.
Chay moaned, his palms stroking her arms.
“You are human-struck, ylve baby.” Leaning upright, she scooted onto his thighs. Her nails trailed a path along the delectable line of hair from his navel to his groin where his fully erect cock greeted her.
“Grab me and start sculpting, Red. Don’t be gentle. I like a little rough handling.” Though his voice was husky, his eyes glittered with mirth.
That’s what she loved about Chay. He was seductive and frolicsome at the same time. Margo closed her hand around him and alternated between feathering the crown of his dick with light, fluttering touches and running a finger up and down his shaft.
“Harder, Red. Always hard.”
She clasped him in earnest, her strokes firmer, more rapid. She lowered her head to lick him like an all-day sucker. When he was wet and slick, she pumped up and down.
“I love your touch. And I wouldn’t mind if you talked dirty to me.”
“Dirty, huh.” Still stroking him with a slow, teasing rhythm, she searched for something nasty to say. “I’m gonna take this long, thick, hard dick which belongs to me and put it where I need it.” She held him with a firm grip. “I’m gonna lift up and set it between my thighs.” She rose onto her knees. “When it’s in the right place, I’m gonna sit down while it slides into my wet pussy.”
“Oh, fuuuuucccckkkk. Do it.” A loud moan rumbled from his chest.
Margo positioned him at her entrance and sank onto him as promised, one agonizing inch at a time. He felt so good. But before she could enjoy the slow glide to heaven, Chay grabbed her waist and pushed her down hard. He popped his hips so he was deep inside her. She had never been so full.
“Oh, Chay.” She reached behind her and fondled his balls. “Fuck me.”
He gripped the nape of her neck, pulled her down, captured her lips in an explosive kiss, and rolled them over. “Damn, female. I’m gonna erupt too soon.”
She dug her fingers into his biceps as he began a steady rhythm. In. Out.
“Faster, Chay.”
With a fist on each side of Margo’s head, he kept his weight off her while he drove into her, his cock like a jackhammer. His muscles tensed when her nails bit into his back.
She tilted her pelvis, seating him to the hilt. Wet, full, and warm, Margo locked her legs around Chay.
She had asked questions. She had thought about it. Now she decided. Nobody but her would provide for Chay’s needs. “Feed, ylve baby. I want everything with you.” Her voice was breathy.
When he touched her mouth with his lips, he inhaled.
Margo gasped, her eyes rolling up in her head as he tasted her soul. She rocked her hips, her muscles gripping his shaft, squeezing it. He thrust twice into the heat of her body. When she screamed his name with her release, his seed flowed into her hard and long.
“Shit.” Chay tapped his D-chip, still propped above her. He flopped to the side and clutched Margo close. He kissed the top of her head before he sprang out of bed, grabbed his pants, and shot her a wistful look. “Red, a bunch of Firebrands are about to invade the living room. Get dressed and join us in there.”
“Sure, but tell me how I tasted.”
“You were the sweetest, most heavenly ambrosia ever. Your soul is pure innocence flavored with a touch of naughty.” With a wide grin plastered on his face, he drew his shirt over his head and stormed out.
****
Chaywas pulling on his tee when he charged into the living room, earning a few snickers from Ram, Brak, and Tyr. “This better be a life-or-death sitch. What are you assholes laughing at?”
Ram stifled himself and motioned zippering his lips. A smile crept back to his face when he glanced over at Tyr, who was still chortling.
Rein sprawled on the couch in Margo’s living room, an ankle crossed over his knee, his signature scowl in place. “Get a grip. Stop acting like hormonal morons.”
A disheveled Margo bounced through the bedroom door, stumbling to a halt when she laid eyes on the gigantic males. The idiots started another round of tee-hees. Chay tucked her under his arm while he threw a thumb in Ram’s direction. “You’ve met the satyr and Rein. The spiky-haired dude with the bling is Tyr. The other guy is Brak the himbo.”
