The hand gripping her hair snatched her head back, and then he walked her backwards, herding her toward the bed. “Sit down, kitten.”
Sitting on the edge of the mattress, she found herself almost eye level with his cock. Yeah, she saw where this was going.
Tanner brushed his thumb over her plush lower lip, making a mental note to leave an imprint of his teeth on it later. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined having your mouth wrapped around my dick.” No idea how often he’d envisioned fucking said mouth and coming down her throat. “Are you going to give me that?”
“The reality surely can’t live up to the fantasy,” she said, and he realized she was teasing him. “Are you sure you want to risk spoiling it?”
His mouth curved. “I’ll take my chances.” She fisted his cock again and looked up at him, sure and cool and hungry. This wasn’t a female who’d ask for direction or want any instruction, he thought.
She flicked out her tongue and lapped at the head, sweeping up the drops of pre-come. And then she closed her mouth over the head and sucked. Eyes drifting shut, he drove his fingers into her hair and bunched it tight. Fuck, it already felt ten times better than he’d imagined.
“Take all of it, kitten.”
She bopped her head, swallowing more of him, leaving behind a tiny trace of lip gloss as she pulled back. That only seemed to make the whole thing hotter.
He traced the outline of her lips with his finger as she swallowed him down over and over, keeping the suction perfectly tight, making little purring sounds that ate at his control. Her wicked little tongue sporadically danced around his shaft and flicked the sensitive spot beneath the crown.
Just when he thought she couldn’t take any more of his length, she swallowed a little bit more, driving him closer to orgasm. And then she deepthroated him. The breath slammed out of his lungs. “Jesus Christ.”
Composure gone, he roughly thrust into her mouth, keeping his grip tight on her hair. She didn’t struggle. She sucked harder, purring. Glazed, hungry eyes locked with his, and his balls drew up tight.
Her mind fluttered against his. Come, she whispered.
That sensual invitation slid up his spine and acted like a trigger. He fucking exploded, swelling and pulsing inside her mouth. “Yeah, baby, drink my come.” She swallowed it all, holding his eyes the entire time.
Feeling rather pleased with herself, Devon pulled back and licked at her lower lip. Tanner was staring down at her, his eyes heavy-lidded, his cheeks flushed. She was just about to ask when it was her turn to come, but then she found herself flat on her back on the mattress.
He dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and clamped his hot mouth around her pussy. Inhaling sharply, she fisted the sheets as his tongue fluttered through her slick folds. God, that felt good. Too good.
Tongue, teeth, lips, fingers—he used them all as he wound her tighter and tighter until, finally, she shattered. And then he did it again, licking and probing and biting as he drove her into a mind-blowing orgasm that rendered her a shaking, whimpering mess.
His cock hard and heavy once more, Tanner flowed to his feet and flipped her onto her stomach. Flames of need licked at his skin. Only she could inflame and entice him this way. Only she could make him so fucking greedy and hungry.
He palmed her nape and dragged his hand down her spine, over the intricate lotus flower tattoo, smiling as she arched into his stroke just like a cat. He swatted her ass. “Up. I want you on your hands and knees. That’s my good girl.” He knelt behind her. “My demon wants me to take you like this. Wants me to fuck you so hard and deep it hurts. But it wants to do one little thing first …”
Devon jerked forward when a thick finger slammed into her. A cold draft swept over her back, making her shiver, as an inhuman growl rattled out of the body that blanketed her. A calloused fingertip probed her g-spot, and she almost jumped. Then the flesh beneath the tip of that finger began to burn … and she understood.
It hurt in the best way, but she was so stunned she tried moving away. Sharp teeth sank into the crook of her neck and held her in place. All she could do was cry out in pleasure/pain as the bastard branded her.
Finally, the burn faded, and a hot tongue bathed the bite on her neck. The air lost its chill, and Devon snarled. “Pooch, you need to do something about your demon. It’s fucking warped. It just branded my pussy.”
More aroused than he could ever remember being, Tanner wrapped her hair around his fist. “I know.” He snatched her head back and rammed his cock deep, bumping her cervix hard. He groaned through gritted teeth as her pussy clamped down on him and squeezed tight. “Fuck.”