into the tiny pink muscles, Getty damn near crawled over the back of the couch. He hitched one leg higher, his fingers curling into the edge of the cushions.
“You taste so fucking good.” Donnchadh growled before biting him on the ass. Getty was well aware Donnchadh wasn’t human. Maybe that was what made him so good at fucking. But damn, the foreplay was out of this world.
Donnchadh was a beast.
There were two fingers now fucking his ass, and Getty couldn’t be still. He kept bucking, jutting his ass farther out, feeling Donnchadh lapping at his balls. God, he was going to come if the man didn’t hurry up and get inside him.
“Now, Donnchadh!”
Donnchadh lined his cock up to Getty’s hole, and Getty felt a strange spurt. “What is that?”
“My natural lube, shorty. It’ll relax your muscles and provide lubricant for my cock invading your ass.”
There was definitely some perks to having sex with a demon.
Getty nearly went mad waiting for Donnchadh’s natural lube to work. He was about to beg for Donnchadh to hurry things up when he felt the blunt head pushing at his hole. Getty took matters into his own hands and slammed his ass back, seating himself as they both hissed and groaned.
“I think I just pushed the breath out of me.” Getty swallowed hard, sweat breaking out all over his body. He gripped the cushion so tightly that he feared he’d rip the fabric.
Donnchadh licked a path up Getty’s arm until he reached his shoulder, placing a kiss there before he asked, “Ready?”
Good god! The man’s eyes were dark steel. He was so fucking sexy that Getty nearly whimpered.
Donnchadh thrust his hips.
Getty did whimper.
“Your ass is so tight around my cock.” Donnchadh grabbed Getty’s hips and began to piston into him as he licked a path up his spine. Getty was thrilled that they were having sex again, had thought about it too damn often. Getty had even jerked off a few times thinking of their last sexual encounter.
“Donnchadh,” Getty groaned. “I want to see your face while we’re having sex.”
Donnchadh immediately stopped, pulled his cock free, and turned Getty over. He laid Getty on his back and then crawled over him. “Better?”
He nodded as he spread his legs, feeling empty without Donnchadh inside him. Donnchadh didn’t hesitate to guide his cock back into Getty’s body. He was mesmerized by the raw pleasure shooting across Donnchadh’s face. Fuck, were Getty’s feelings getting involved? Was he starting to fall for Donnchadh? He had no clue where this was going, how Donnchadh felt about him, but damn it, Getty really was getting attached to him.
Donnchadh settled a forearm on either side of Getty’s head, pulling gently at the strands of his hair. “I haven’t stopped thinking about getting back inside your body.”
“Is that all between us? Sex?” Getty wasn’t sure why he was making this personal. Donnchadh had never promised him anything, never made him believe that they could have a life together.
“You’re my mate, shorty. That means fate handpicked you for me,” Donnchadh answered as his hips circled, thrust forward, and then pulled back. “There’s so much more between us, but I can’t resist you whenever I’m around you.”
Getty pushed his arms under Donnchadh’s, holding on as he ran his fingernails down the man’s back. “Mates?” He twisted his lips and thought about that word and the meaning behind it. “So we’re it for each other?”
“No one else will do for me,” Donnchadh said. “Our souls are bound together for all eternity.”
Getty would think about that later. Much later. Because if he gave it any thought right now, he just might kick Donnchadh’s ass for not explaining any of this sooner.
Donnchadh’s eyes fluttered closed before he opened them, staring down at Getty as if he really saw him. “We’re it for each other.”
Donnchadh leaned forward and began to kiss Getty with slow, leisurely moves as Getty ran the tips of his fingers down the crack of Donnchadh’s ass.
Getty cried out when Donnchadh drove his cock deeper. The guy was well versed in the art of sex. He used all those honed muscles expertly.
Donnchadh nuzzled under Getty’s ear as his hips began to pick up speed.
The demon’s lips worked their way around Getty’s jaw, nipping at his skin, his tongue working magic. Getty finally wrapped his legs around his lover’s tapered waist, holding on tight and running his hands through Donnchadh’s dreads.
Donnchadh thrust forward, raw pleasure filling his face as his hips plowed into Getty’s ass.
“Yes…I’m there…Donnchadh!” Getty