KnockingonDemon'sDoor by Unknown (ink ebook reader .TXT) 📗

had him beneath her, she ran her tongue over his neck, his chest and lower. His hands gripped her hair and the feel of her smooth silky strands between his fingers filled him with lust. “Christ,” he murmured.

“What is it?” she asked lightly, obviously knowing he was in total agony as his cock throbbed against her midriff, in desperate need of release again. As a demon, he didn’t need much recovery time, but deep in his soul he knew it was more that that. He just simply couldn’t get enough of her.

“You’re fucking killing me.”

“Killing you? Where? Here?” She gathered his cock into her hand and gave a light squeeze.

He growled. “Yes there.”

She glanced up at him. “You think I should kiss it better, then?”

He lightly tugged on her hair and noted the gruffness in his voice when he said, “That might be a good idea.”

With that she gave a light playful chuckle, and made a slow pass with her tongue before drawing his cock into her mouth. The soft moans of delight told him how much she enjoyed it. Damn, if that didn’t excite him even more. She spent a long time tasting him and running her fingers along his length, building his climax and melting his resolve. Her mouth moved to his balls, and she gently suckled them while working her hands over his length. When small beads of cum pearled on his crown, she shifted her position and licked him clean. She moaned with pleasure, and it resonated through him.

“I love the taste of you,” she said, her voice full of want. Blake gyrated restlessly and raked his fingers through her hair, as her touch and words pulled him into some emotional place that he had no intention of going.

His tension escalated as she continued to suck his cock, the look on her face indicating that she was taking genuine pleasure in the length and thickness of him. She shifted her position, and straddled one of his legs. Rocking her hips slightly, she rubbed her sopping wet cunt over his thigh and rode him furiously. She scraped her hot, swollen clit against his flesh, and he sensed she wasn’t too far from an orgasm herself. His heart tightened as his glance slid over her.

“Sunny…” he murmured, needing this to stop almost as much as he needed it to continue.

She glanced up at him and her expressive green eyes met his. When her mouth opened, but no words formed, his heart thumped, and he feared all was lost. As her hot cream poured over his leg, and the ecstasy on her face touched him deep, his insides turned to mush. Need and pleasure gathered in his chest. Jesus, how she had the ability to evoke deep emotions in him was beyond him.

Her body slowed and she whispered his name. “Blake…” Her voice was so soft, intimate and so full of emotion that it rattled him to his core. In a span of a moment as they moved past some imaginary line, it had him thinking about love, family and white picket fences. His throat clenched, and needing the intimate contact, he brushed his fingers over her hard nipples. She gave a broken gasp and leaned into his touch. Christ, she was impossible to resist, and being with her was as natural as breathing. He was losing himself in her, goddammit, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He needed to fight it, to put a stop to this, before his demon grew stronger and took over.

As if sensing his distress, she pulled back and climbed over him. “Condom?” she asked breathlessly.

“Nightstand,” he whispered with effort, knowing he didn’t have the strength to stop what was happening between them, and knowing how much he wanted this. No, he needed this. After she quickly sheathed him, and before he realized what she was doing, she impaled herself on his cock.

“Sweet Jesus…”

Eyes full of want moved to his as they joined as one. He valiantly forced himself to suppress his emotions, astonished at the way she affected him. Unfortunately, his efforts proved futile. She moved up and down, her sweet cunt squeezing his cock until the point of no return. The sweet torture made him throb. As he gripped her hips and slammed deep, his composure melted, and he felt a shift inside his gut.

“That’s it, Blake. Let yourself go,” she murmured, as his guard slipped. “Just let go.”

In no time at all, his skin grew tight and his balls constricted. “Come here, sweetheart.” He captured her head to pull her close, then took possession of her mouth. He slid his hands down her back, circled her waist and flipped her over, needing her beneath him so he could feel every inch of her body against his. He buried his face in her neck and pumped deeper, harder, seeking, searching. He lifted his head to see her.

“Sunny, babe…” he murmured.

She moaned and pulsed around his cock, and there was nothing he could do to stave off the riot of emotions coursing through his veins. Unable to stop himself, or fight this powerful pull between them, a moan caught in his throat and his body quivered as he gave himself over to the pleasure. Over to her. As he made love to her, he wondered exactly when it was that she’d taken up residency in his heart.

“Yes…” she cried out when he released inside her, giving her a part of himself that he’d never given another. His mouth found hers and he kissed her long and deep then pulled back, breathless.

A long while later he rolled in beside her, fear working its way through his bloodstream as he wondered what came next. He tensed. Had his weakness just opened the door for his demon? He drew in a deep rejuvenating breath, and in that instant, after opening himself to her, it suddenly made the man in him feel stronger, fierce, more in control of his darker side. It occurred to him