stop.” There was a little bit of precum on her bottom lip and her pupils were blown black, just a warm ring of fire for her irises. When I hesitated Deyva leaned in, pressing a horn to my palm. This time I saw it, the full body quiver that ran down her spine and made her ass clench as my fingers closed around her horn.
“Please, Father,” she whispered in a breathy tone, one tiny glimpse of a wicked smile on her lips.
Oh wow, I was gonna go to Hell for sure now. I wondered if I could talk Deyva into making the trip down with me.
Her breath hitched as I took hold of the other horn again and then she moaned as I used my grip to yank her head back into position, tilting it back to stretch her throat.
“Open your mouth, Deyva,” I said, giving into the hedonistic thrill running through me, pooling hotly in my belly.
Deyva’s grin was there, even as she opened her mouth, laying her tongue out over her bottom lip in invitation. I tilted my hips, rubbing the head of my cock over her wet tongue, squeezing on her horns and watching her shiver as I guided my cock deep into her mouth.
“Ass up. You come when I come right?” She hummed around my cock in agreement and I gritted my teeth against the feeling. “Touch yourself and get ready to come.”
Deyva shuffled up to her knees as I used her horns to force her up and down my length, her eager sounds washing away any guilt and making me go faster, rougher. She spread her knees wide and a moment later I could hear the wet sounds of her touching herself.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
I rose up onto my toes, using Deyva’s mouth, feeling the echo of her cries sending sparks up my spine. I released one horn to gather her hair up off her neck, twisting it into my fist so I had the perfect view. Her red lips running up and down my cock, her back trembling as she worked her fingers between her legs, the flutter of her eyelashes as we both chased our finish. When my legs started to quake and the spike of heat at the base of my spine flashed in warning, I braced my knees against the bedframe and let Deyva take over. If I thought I’d been rough, she was ravenous, slurping and swallowing around the head of my cock.
I let out a sharp shout of her name as Deyva whined around my cock, the sudden electric rush making me stiffen and tremble in place as the crest and crash took over. With it came the familiar feeling of a tug on my heart, Deyva’s careful feeding leaving me like she was pulling a kiss from my lips. Deyva lapped at my cock until I twitched and pulled away, her own hands glossy with her release as she sat up on her knees. I crawled into the bed on trembling legs, still holding on to her horns and using them to push her down into the pillows. I kicked her legs open, grinning at her wide-eyed gaze as I settled between her thighs.
“Make me hard again.”
“But—”
“You’re tired. I’m tired. You got what you wanted, and now it’s my turn. I wanna be buried in you, kissing everywhere I can reach, until we’re both too tired to keep moving. Come on, one more,” I said, grinning.
I slid one hand around to cup the back of her head, letting her bear my weight on top of her. I’d seen her against that demon. She could take it. I grazed my lips over hers once, and then slid my tongue between her parted lips, chasing my own flavor mixed with hers.
“Fine,” she sighed as I pulled away, a soft smile on her lips. “Just one more.”
She rested her hands on my shoulders and it came on like a deep weight and a heavy burn, my heart thumping, but holding steady as my half-hard cock grew rigid again, heading directly for the one place it wanted to be.
“If they do kick us out of here, we’re gonna take the bed with us,” Deyva moaned, wrapping her legs around my waist and rocking up into me.
I didn’t have the heart to tell her that this bed was a piece of shit with springs that always left knots in my back. She hadn’t had better to sleep on, and I could make sure to