Page 38 of Caressed By Sin
“Azar.” Rocking my pussy into his face, I raised my hands and placed them back on the ceiling.
“I may never stop fucking you, hunter. Are you ready for that?”
He slipped his wet tongue back between my aching folds before I could respond.
“Oh!” My head fell back as his hot wet mouth enveloped my clit, greedily gorging on my pussy as if he were at a feast.
I screamed in pleasure.
His tongue danced around it, prodding with tiny little licks and then drawing away. I spasmed against his tongue each time it rounded my clit, moaning softly in a sharp, hungry intake of breath. The air was moist with the scent of our bodies.
His hands went to my ass, pulling me closer to his mouth until there was no way for me to move without feeling the heated velvet of his tongue.
My pussy dripped with my arousal and his incubus demonic saliva that had to be made with something more than the usual. It warmed and slipped like some heating lubricant.
“Yes. I will fuck you forever.” He groaned and licked. His tongue flicked and darted around my swelling sex, licking me ferociously.
His mouth journeyed all over my pussy, leaving his signature of smoldering lust everywhere he tasted.
A thunderstorm of pleasure crashed over my body. Tiny electric bolts licked up my spine and the small of my back, making me shiver.
He slipped a finger inside me and brushed against my g-spot, a sure sign that he knew exactly what he was doing.
Damn you to hell, Azar.
There would be no other after him.
“Don’t stop!” I flung my hands to the back of his head, gripping his silky hair. My dreadlocks lifted in the air, riding the vapors of demon magic that twirled around us.
“Oh!”
The curtains on all the windows dropped to the floor.
Growling, he pushed his long, wet tongue into me, thrusting in and out with long succulent strokes.
His hand went to my clit, teasing it with light feather touches and then lightly tugging it between his fingertips.
I crazily rocked into him. My worries and stresses collapsed into nothingness. Only his tongue existed as he savored me. Pleasure rose inside my core to the point of explosion.
“Azar!” I screamed, not caring if the whole hotel heard me.
My vision tunneled. The muscles between my thighs contracted and released in a steady beat.
He had fingers in my pussy. Yet, he had hands on both of my breasts, rubbing my nipples. And his hands gripped my ass. And his hands stroked my anus while his finger slipped into my mouth, beckoning me to suck.
How?
My knees buckled as pleasure surged inside me. I rubbed my hot sex more forcefully against him.
Meanwhile, all those hands pleasured me more. Fingers were everywhere. Alternating between my breasts and pussy, my ass and mouth. Fingers even combed through my hair.
All I could gather were blurs of movement here and there. My nipples were squeezed. My ass got slapped and fingered.
My vision danced around, trying to focus.
His fingers and thumbs found every sensitive spot of my body. Each moved with a prickly strength that seemed to drive me wild.
But. . .how many hands does he really have?
