“Please what?”
“Please fuck me. I need it.”
He lifts his gaze to mine and smirks. “Yeah?”
I nod and try to curl my legs tighter against my chest, shoving my ass farther into him. “Please.”
He grabs my knees and splits them apart, shoving them into the bed. It’s then that I see his dick is thicker than earlier somehow, like the orgasm made him stronger instead of weaker.
“Scream like a good boy, and I’ll reward you.”
His hands shove themselves beneath my knees and hold them in place as he lines himself up to my hole and holds his cock there, just at the entrance. His hand moves fast, quick strokes that slam his knuckles against my rim, but it’s the growls slipping from his lips that drip another trail of precum down my stomach. His eyes glue to it as he moans, another orgasm impossibly close to the last squirting another load, this one soaking my asshole like personal lube.
Two fingers enter me, shoving the cum inside like it belongs there. He rims the entrance, ensuring it coats every inch, then nudges me open with the tip of his cock.
Slowly. Too slowly.
“Please.” I try to move my ass farther toward him but can’t. “I can take it. Please.”
His eyes, fully back from edge to edge, catch mine and watch me as he pushes inside.
A stretch so great it hurts and sings at the same time echoes throughout my body, and I arch off the bed in a moan that matches his.
He pulls in and out, fucking me with just the bulging tip. But it’s enough to drive me crazy.
He pushes in farther, past the first bulge and onto the second, before pulling all the way back out, stretching me upon exit.
My eyes widen as a keening whine fills the room, and I realize it’s me. I’ve never been the most silent, but being stretched when going in and when coming out is a new sensation that has my eyes rolling and my ass flexing toward him, begging for more.
Leaning over me, his lips brush mine and ask. “Are you okay?”
I nod, another moan slipping free. “Don’t stop.”
He chuckles. “I don’t plan to. You’re mine. All mine.” In one final stroke of his hips he pushes all the way in, filling me up asfar as he can as his hips push into my ass cheeks in desperation. “Mine,” he growls.
Pulling out slowly, each bulge stretches me again and again, and the moans turn into strangled gasps when he pushes them all the way back in.
We pick up a rhythm that starts slow, brushing through me with measured strokes, but I’m soon begging for something a little more. I want to see what that cock can do.
“Faster.” I squeeze my eyes shut as my hands clench in tight fists that fight the restraints. “Please ...” I throw my ass into him, fucking myself on his cock as best I can, trying to gain something. Anything. “Harder.” I meet his surprised, heated gaze and whisper, “I need more.”
“Fuck,” he groans, a snarl on the edge of his lips. “I knew you’d be a handful.” A rough hand combs through black tresses, then he pins my knees to the mattress either side of me and pistons in and out.
The stretch of each bulge rips past my hole multiple times, over and over again, and I can’t take it. I cry out. My whole body clenches as pleasure explodes.
“That’s it, my little human. Just like that.”
He rides me through, slowing down but not stopping. Soon the pleasure gives way to sensitivity and I squirm. “Wait ...” I groan.
“You okay?”
“I . . . ughfff.” I can’t form words.
“Do you want to safeword out?”
I meet his eyes with a smirk and a small shake of my head. I want everything this daemon has to offer and more.
He keeps going. Not as hard or as fast as before, but a rhythm that builds me back up. His lips meet mine in a rush of hazy lust, his fangs scraping at my lips every now and then. “Mine,” he whispers against them. “All. Fucking. Mine.” He punctuateseach word with a thrust, all three bulges nudging in and out of me in short, snappy thrusts.