by Cynthia Sax
“Are you dancing for me, angel?” Julian watched her move, his eyes glowing.
“You’re dancing for me.” Larissa grinned as she flicked on some bump and grind music, the bass pumping. “I want to see you take it all off.” She returned to his side, swaying her hips seductively, her flirty skirt flouncing, the mirrored walls reflecting all angles. “Take it all off.” She grabbed his broad shoulders, guiding his movements, easing the stress of his newly acquired responsibilities. Others guarded their demon stronghold as they relaxed. “Slowly. Sexily.”
“How about you take my clothes off?” Julian clasped her rolling hips with his big hands. “And I concentrate on not flinging you to the floor and ravishing you?”
Her pussy moistened, the thought of him losing control extremely erotic. “I’ll take your clothes off.” She pushed his jacket over his shoulders. The black fabric dropped to the hardwood floor. “But then I plan on ravishing you.” Larissa closed the distance between them, brushed her hips against the hard ridge in his pants, teasing him with her body.
“You’ll ride me?” He flicked up her skirt and his coarse hands slid over her skin, cupping and squeezing.
“I’ll suck you.” She turned in his arms, rubbed her ass against him and watched his expressions in the mirror. He was big and strong yet his face softened with love and lust.
Julian raised her skirt, revealing her panties. “You’ll suck me dry.” He ripped the fragile ribbons hugging her hips and the scrap of white lace floated to the floor.
“You’re supposed to be stripping, not me,” she murmured, arching into his hands, her nipples hard against her cotton blouse. Julian threaded his fingers through her private hair and dipped his fingertips into her wetness.
Larissa danced away from him, her legs trembling, and Julian glowered, watching her, his gaze heated, his cock hard.
“Take your shirt off for me, Julian,” she purred. She ran her hands over her body, grazed her taut nipples with her fingers, and played with her skirt.
With his red-eyed gaze remaining on her, he tore the white shirt from his torso, stripping off the garment in seconds, his ferocity leaving red lines on his tanned skin. “It’s off.” He jammed his fists onto his hips.
Larissa laughed. “Slowly, Julian.” She lightly ran her fingers across his chest, touching him as she had touched herself. “Slow is hotter.” She circled him, admiring the muscles in his back and shoulders. “Sexier.” She licked his arm, tasting salt and minerals, and he shuddered. “More powerful.”
“If you become any more powerful, I’ll come in my pants,” Julian grumbled, leaning into her, warmth radiating from him, his musky scent heavy in the air.
“Then I should take them off you.” She skimmed her fingers over his bulge, cupping his balls. “Because I don’t want you to come in your pants.” Larissa unfastened his belt and pulled it out of his belt loops, leather sliding against fabric. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
She folded the belt in two and cracked it, the sound slicing through the air. Julian’s eyes widened, his cock pressing against his zipper, and she smiled, heady with her power. She dropped the belt to the floor, the leather slithering like a snake.
“You’re a demon, Larissa.” He gazed at her with a heart-thumping reverence.
“I’m the daughter of a powerful lust demon.” She nudged his cock to the side. “And the mate of an even more powerful rage demon.” Larissa unzipped his pants.
The garment fell and Julian stood proudly, his legs braced apart, his pants around his ankles, still wearing white boxer shorts and black socks.
She sashayed around him, admiring how the cotton clung to his tight ass, the straightness of his spine and the power of his thighs. Julian was a demon in his prime and he was hers, all hers.
He caught her as she moved in front of him. “Too many clothes.” Julian shredded her blouse with three hard yanks and her pussy convulsed, his dominance arousing.
“Next time, you can cover my breasts with your hot, sticky cum.” She palmed her bra-covered curves, lifting them so he might peruse them more easily. “Today, I want to taste you.” She pinched her nipples, the pink tips poking between the lace. “I want you to shoot your cum down my throat, bathing my tongue and filling my stomach.”
“Gods, Larissa.” He stroked the ridge in his boxer shorts, a dab of moisture plastering the cotton against his cockhead. “I can’t take your teasing.”
Larissa swiveled her hips against him, rubbing her mons into his thigh. “You don’t like my teasing?” She felt the length and girth of him, savoring his size.
“I like it too much.” He groaned, pushing against her palm. “Suck me before I explode.”
She pulled his boxers down and lowered to her knees. He was even bigger than Nac, Saffron’s lover. Larissa slid her hands along Julian’s shaft and he bobbed, his balls drawn up tightly to his body.
She pumped him with her fingers and licked his cockhead, tasting him, her demon, her love. He closed his eyes, and she drew back. “No.” She slapped his thigh. His eyes opened, his gaze crimson. “Watch us together in the mirrors as I suck you, as I take your big cock into my mouth.”
“Larissa.” Julian’s muscles flexed tight against her.
He wouldn’t last long, she knew. She sank down on him, filling her mouth with his cock, sliding her tongue along his shaft, feeling the rim of his cockhead, the veins against his flesh. His tip tapped the back of her throat, and she tilted her head back, as she was taught, and took him deeper, inhaling all of him.
“Gods.” Julian sucked in his breath, his big body shaking. “You were made for me.” He rested his palms on top of her head.
She smiled around his shaft, sucking gently as she withdrew, proud that she’d pleased him. “I’m wet for you, Julian,” Larissa confessed. She wiggled her ass, fabric dragging along the floor.
He removed her skirt and breathed in deeply. “You smell so good, so ripe for me. And your mouth…” She sank down on him. “Your mouth is as moist and hot as your pussy. Gods, Larissa, I’m struggling to control my demon.” His claws pricked her scalp, his skin flushed red.
“Suck me harder, faster.” His voice deepened. “Please me, please him, absorb some of my passion, my rage.” He twisted his claws in her hair, wrapping the tendrils around his fists, and held her in place as he thrust into her mouth, forcing her to take him, all of him.
Surprised by his sudden wildness, Larissa spluttered and gasped, but she didn’t break his grip, trusting him not to hurt her, allowing him to use her mouth. She gripped his ass cheeks, the extra connection helping her move to his rhythm, anticipate his thrusts.
He frantically fucked her face, ramming his cock into her mouth again and again, sliding her across the floor with his demon strength. Larissa held onto him, riding his rage. His balls smacked against her chin, and his claws dug into her scalp, his brutality exciting her.
“Gods, Larissa, gods,” he repeated, grunting with effort. Sweat slicked his skin, running in rivulets down his abdomen. She gazed up at him, overwhelmed by the stark, raw passion in his face, passion for her. Her lips throbbed and her cheeks ached.
“Larissa!” he roared, thrusting deep, spurting hard jets of hot cum down her throat. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, cum dripping down her chin.
“Fuck.” A shudder rippled over him, and he fell to the floor, the hardwood shaking with the impact. “I love you, angel.” He pulled her to him, pushing her face into his chest, his skin returning to human, his claws retracting.
He loves me? Larissa blinked, dazed by his revelation. “Because I gave you a blowjob?”
Julian chuckled, his chest rubbing against her cheek. “I’ve always loved you.” He hugged her tightly, the manly scent of him engulfing her. “But that was a damn fine blowjob.”
“I know.” Larissa preened. “And there’s more where that came from. I love you, Julian.”
Julian pressed his lips against her forehead. “I’m a lucky demon.”
Cynthia Sax
Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.
Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research. He receives a daily briefing on what every character is doing. You can also learn what Cynthia Sax’s characters are doing by visiting her website at www.CynthiaSax.com or e-mailing her directly at [email protected].
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