Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
I drag my mouth over her jaw and down her throat. Her breasts are pure artistry, round and perfect and peaked with rosy nipples. I lavish one with a kiss while cupping them together and allowing my thumb claw to form so I can drag it along the lower curve of the other.
Eve whimpers. “Yes, Daddy. More.”
Daddy.
If she ever fully comprehends what that name does for me when she moans it . . . Well, best not to think about that too closely. I would love to spend hours teasing her until she’s shaking and desperate, but she won’t tolerate that right now. She needs fast and hard and rough, to settle her in her skin.
I understand. It’s what I need too.
Even so, I have no desire to hurt her, and if we move too fast, that’s exactly what will happen. Pain has its place, but only so much of it. The balm can heal a lot, but I want her to enjoy this.
Any excuse to taste her again. Every time with Eve may be my last time; I’m too greedy for every detail, every sensation. I kiss my way down her rounded stomach, nibbling at the curve in a way that makes her squeak. I press my face to the apex of her thighs and inhale deeply. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“I . . .” She shudders out a breath as I push her thighs wide. “I don’t know if I like you talking so much.”
I use my thumbs to part her folds and flick her clit with my tongue. “Want me to stop?”
“I want you to hurry up.” She reaches down to grab my horns, and it’s my turn to shudder. They’re not particularly sensitive, but there’s something about the way she wrenches my face closer to her, demanding pleasure, that sends a shiver down my spine and makes my cock so hard, it’s a wonder I don’t come on the spot.
She’s already dripping for me. I inhale again, making us both wait a beat before I cover her with my mouth and kiss her pussy just the way she likes. Eve makes a mewling noise that I’ll hear in my dreams for the rest of my life. “Oh, fuck.”
Just as her thighs tighten on either side of my head, she jerks my horns with each shiver and shake. I push one finger into her. My hands are bigger in my true form. Everything is bigger in my true form. I have to get her ready for me. I need to . . .
“Azazel.” Her heels dig into my back. “Daddy, please. I don’t want to wait anymore.” She jerks on my horns again. “Fuck me.”
I press my forehead to her lower stomach. “I’m going to hurt you.”
“Then hurt me,” she moans. “I can take it.”
I wedge a second finger into her. It’s a tight fit, her pussy pulsing around me. “Eve—”
“Then let me be on top.”
I pump my fingers slowly into her, stretching her even as she soaks me to the wrist. “You came to me.”
“And now I want to come on you.” She gasps. “Azazel, please. That feels so good.”
I want the same thing she wants. I can’t pretend I don’t. “You’ll go slow,” I murmur against her heated flesh. “Promise me.”
“I promise, Daddy.”
After one last long lick, I shift us around so that I’m on my back on the bed and she’s straddling my hips. Her color is high, pink splayed across her chest. Her nipples are still glistening from my mouth. Her pussy . . .
Eve wraps her hand around my cock as best she can and shivers. “I can’t wait to have you inside me.” She shifts forward so my cock is pinned between us, rubbing herself along my length. Wet and hot and gods.
I grab her hips. “If you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to come too fast.”
“That’s never been an issue before.” She doesn’t stop. Of course she doesn’t. My woman has more than a little bit of a sadistic streak. Instead, she grinds down harder and draws her finger through the pre-come I can’t contain. “Is this all for me?”
“I have a lot more for you,” I grit out.
“Good.” She has to arrange herself in a squat to rise enough to press the head of my cock to her entrance. I maintain my hold on her as she wiggles, working her way down over the head of my cock. “Damn,” Eve breathes.
“Slow.”
“Fuck off.” She laughs, the sound ragged and almost mean. It makes my balls draw up. She’s never been mean to me before. Not when I was a client. I hadn’t realized how much I’d like it. It feels honest in a way I don’t know how to describe. Eve rolls her hips, working her way down my length in fits and starts.