Page 10 of Ex-Mas
“Fuuuck,” he shutters, a strange, deep growl vibrating out of him. “Suck it.”
Why not? Either this is a fever dream or a very ridiculous reality, and either way, I’m going to enjoy it. As it slips deeper into mymouth, I curl my lips around it and suck, relishing the smooth-yet-scaly texture and how warm it feels. It seems thicker in my mouth than it does around my throat, but as he squeezes that a little harder and thrusts the tip deeper, I stop being able to analyze it.
Everything fades to how full I feel, how close I am to the edge.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you? Fuck, I can can feel you drooling. Come for me, Lys. Give it to me.”
The music quiets for the first time as everything builds and explodes, leaving me shaking and not-so-silently begging for more.
“That’s my girl. Stop clenching so tight, you’re gonna make me come.”
He spanks my ass again, his tail releasing my throat so I can breathe, but before I fully catch my breath it snakes down to rub along my clit.
It has the opposite effect. It sends me almost immediately into a second orgasm that makes me scream, and the combo has my pussy seizing.
The demonic groan he releases sends fear up my spine, but it all melts away when I hear his next words. “I’m gonna come, Hellcat. Fuck!”
Adrian jerks away to pull out of me, a grunt leaving him as warm liquid splashes all over my ass and back, and I don’t know what I’m more shocked by. I haven’t heard that pet name since he died, but Adrian Graves is not a man who pulls out.
“Excuse me?”
“What?” he grumbles, rubbing the head of his cock all along my soaked pussy like he isn’t done with me.
“Is there a law in Hell against giving a girl what she earned?”
The music begins blasting again as if it never stopped, and Adrian releases an angry sigh behind me. “Hate this fucking song.” He hops off the bed and snaps the restraints away, then reaches over to grip my chin with his cum-covered hand. “Who said you earned it yet?” A wicked smile overtakes his stupidly beautiful face. “I didn’t hear you beg.”
Eyes narrowed, I fling my arm up to smack his shoulder before he can stop me. “You’re an ass.”
“Takes one to know one.” He’s mostly back in the body I loved, but I don’t miss the long, black tail swinging menacingly behind him. “All it takes is one word and my cum is yours, Lys.”
Oneword? ‘Give it to me or I will kill you again’ is ten, ‘It’s mine’ is two, and ‘I know you didn’t drag me all the way to Hell just to come on my back’ is too many to count right now. So one word?
“Huh?”
He taps my cheek twice and then backs away, moving to the kitchen for another drink. “You’ll get there.”
Probably not.
“Is there a shower in this place, or is the real Hell the cum I’ll acquire along the way?”
“Would a shower make you feel better? I was thinking we let it soak into your skin for a while.”
Well, someone got a lot kinkier after death. Huffing, I look around the room at the obnoxiously bright decorations to buy myself a few seconds. I don’t want to do that, yet my clit throbbed at the thought. “Do I even have a choice since you supposedly own me now?”
“Come here.” His voice deepens as an intense pull physically tugs me all the way in front of him. “Good girl.”
He wraps his arms around me to hold me there, his hands massaging his cum into my ass as his eyes lock with mine.
So no, then. No choice.
For some reason, it makes me smile.
“So you really do own me. I’m your personal little puppet now?”
“Yes. Just as I was yours. I would have done anything you asked when I was alive, Hellcat. Do you know that?”
Yeah, I know. It’s something I probably took advantage of. “Anything except knock.”
