Page 138 of The Demon's Fire
A challenge.
“Spread your legs wider, Frisca. I want to see everything. Now, stroke yourself.”
Kole’s lids half-masted. He slid his hand from crown to base, at first slowly and then quicker while Skyler’s fingers played back and forth through her pinkened, moist flesh. “Faster.” She complied with his order. “Take a breast in your other hand, Frisca.”
“Like this?” Skyler taunted him, flicking a nipple. Then she alternated between pinching it and circling it.
Damn.
“Nice.” Kole’s hand stroked faster. His balls were like heavy weights.
Skyler’s lids hooded her eyes as she watched Kole. She didn’t look so frosty now. She looked as if she might catch fire.
“That’s it. Don’t you want your fingers deep inside, stretching yourself for me?” Kole moaned, his hand tugging on his dick.
Skyler licked her lips, a soft sigh as she invaded herself, penetrating her sex with two fingers while she massaged a breast with her other hand. “This feels so good, Kole.”
She is hotter than hell, spread out for me. Her breaths fast. Her lips parted. Her skin pink.
She fucked herself harder, faster as Kole pumped his swollen cock until it was about to break.
“Oh, yeah, Frisca.” Her hips bounced in time to her hand rhythm. She arched off the bed, her head flinging onto the pillows. “Pinch your clit for me with those wet fingers.”
“Kole. I can’t last much longer.”
“I’m thinking of my cock stroking in and out of your tight pussy.” He fisted himself hard. Up. Down, stopping for a moment to massage his aching balls. “Oh yeah.” Frantically, Kole’s ass rocked in time to Skyler’s motions. His hand felt so good as he watched her enjoy herself. He imagined her wet mouth sucking him. Her tongue. His nads tightened. He was close. His cock thickened. “Come with me, Frisca. Damn. You’re beautiful.”
Skyler shouted his name, an orgasm jolting her off the bed.
“Hell yes.” Kole’s stomach tightened as he worked himself. He snapped his hips forward when he shattered.
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Skylerworried over the early afternoon unannounced visit, but Kole dragged her through the front door of a cabin in Knife’s Edge, her small suitcase in tow.
“She doesn’t mind drop-ins.” He set Skyler’s luggage on the floor.
A tall, muscled woman with an ear-to-ear smile strolled in from the kitchen, a slice of pizza balanced in her hand. “Kole. I thought I heard your gruff voice.” She dropped the unfinished food on a nearby table. “Come, give us a hug.”
“Ranca.” Kole walked into her open arms, picked her up, and swung her around, her legs flying. Mind you, she was no small woman, at least six feet of solid strength.
Laughing, she pounded on his shoulder until he set her down. “You were always out of control. Nothing has changed. Who’s the human?” Ranca bobbed her head in Skyler’s direction.
Kole grabbed the female demon’s elbow to guide her forward. “This is Skyler Maxwell. She’s to be my mate.”
“Your mate? Hmm. Kind of scrawny, isn’t she?” Ranca sauntered around Skyler with hands on hips, assessing her. “If she wants you, she must be the dull blade in a sheath.” The female demon jabbed her in the arm, sharing the joke with a loud guffaw. “Does she know you’re an ill-tempered male who never calls or visits his loved ones?”
Skyler cut in before Kole could respond. “Yes. She does know. She’s working on his shortcomings.”
“What shortcomings, Frisca?” Kole’s brows knitted together. “I have none.”
Skyler smirked.
“Why are you calling her Frisca?” Ranca asked.
Kole snarled a warning.
Skyler chuckled. “I’m already aware of what it means. No need to get growly.”
