Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
And if he doesn’t fuck me now, hard, my insides will collapse and I will die.
One of his huge paws slides around the back of my neck, and I shiver. “Look at me.” His voice is a commanding growl I couldn’t disobey if I wanted to.
His eyes are like glittering rainbows but his pupils make my breath catch. They’re vertical slits, like a snake’s. Or a dragon. Or a demon, I guess. Were they like that before? I don’t think—
“Now it’s your turn to pleasure me,” he says, yanking my thoughts back to the present. “Are you going to be a good girl and get on your knees?”
“Yes,” I whisper, praying I can get my mouth around him. Even though I just had the most epic orgasm of my life, the gnawing ache in my pussy is back, intensifying with every word he says.
Leaning down, he croons directly into my ear, his breath warming my wet skin. “If you do it well, I might give you a reward.” His sudden touch between my legs makes me jump and I gasp when he brushes my clit. His tail strokes my butt. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, Master.” The honorific leaves my lips before I even registered I was going to say it. The hell is going on here? Am I under some kind of weird spell that turned me into an insatiable sex slave?
The demon’s lips curve into a wicked grin. “Master. I like that.” For a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead he licks the seam of my mouth before placing his hands on my shoulders and pushing me gently, firmly, to my knees.
This is the first chance I have to take a close look at his dick but before I can blink to focus, he’s guiding my head to his groin and rubbing the tip of his enormous cock over my face. I open my mouth obediently, inexplicably hungry to taste him, anticipating his girth but still surprised by just how much I have to stretch my lips around the rigid shaft.
I reach up automatically to stroke the parts I can’t suck but his growl stops me dead. “No. Hands behind your back. Keep them there. And spread your knees wider. I want to relish the scent of your slick while I fuck your throat.”
As turned on as I am, I’m tempted to argue that there’s no way he’ll be doing that. Even if he wasn’t as wide as a can of shaving cream, even if gag reflexes didn’t exist, the extras on his cock would make throat-fucking impossible. Now I know how he hits my G-spot so damn well. Solid, bumpy ridges run along the top, bottom, and sides of his shaft, rasping over my outstretched tongue.
He tastes as good as he smells—bitterest chocolate with a hint of salt and smoky whiskey—and I wish I could take him deeper. Kneeling before him, naked and wet, my hands clasped obediently behind my back and my thighs spread wide, I lick and suck him greedily, amazed at how turned on I am. Every grunt of pleasure he gives goes straight to my clit.
“Such a good little pet.” He’s stroking my hair, guiding my movements, pushing a little deeper. My initial panic gives way to disbelief when my throat relaxes like it has a mind of its own until he’s halfway in. “Ulf, that feels so—” His words fade into a roaring, primal growl that reverberates through my entire body. My pussy clenches hard, and blazing stars dot the insides of my eyelids. There’s a surge of warmth between my legs and I feel like I might pass out.
The next thing I know, my nose is bumping up against his groin and he’s fucking my throat with smooth thrusts, pulling almost all the way out of my mouth before plunging back in to the hilt. A tiny faraway voice in my head is asking how the heck this is even possible but I’m too filled with pride and raging lust to care.
My knees are aching, my thighs are trembling with the strain of staying in position, and I’m desperate to come but I’m disappointed when the Demon King yanks his cock out of my mouth. His tail wraps around me, steadying me as he tugs me to my feet.
He’s still growling, the animalistic sound making my very core vibrate. His leathery wings are spread, flared about his horns and head, dripping with water. Clamping his hands around my waist, he hoists me into the air with ridiculous ease, lifting me until my pussy’s level with his mouth.
I grab his horns and gasp—even they are hot to the touch. I slide my hands down their length and they pulse against my palms. He shudders as if I’d stroked his cock. His horns are sensitive. Interesting. Guess I’d better not use them to brace myself.