Victoria's Demon Lover - By Alia Bess Page 0,13

trembling with the effort of not moving. Victoria imagined his struggle. Her demon growled above her as if he was experiencing that same feeling.

When Jack was satisfied that Maggie was no longer frightened he slowly backed himself out of her, then reversed and stroked inside, still gently but with more intent this time. Maggie screwed up her face for the first few strokes, but slowly relaxed and opened her eyes again as she became used to the sensation.

Encouraged, Jack increased the rhythm, finally meeting his body’s need and releasing the reins he had put on his lust.

Maggie’s eyes opened wide, in surprise this time instead of fear. She turned her head toward the window and Victoria nearly fell from her seat as Maggie’s blue eyes met hers. There was a flash and Victoria was on her back on a thin straw mattress looking up at the rafters of a thatched cottage, the thick hard cock of a blacksmith inside her, stroking his lust like the bellows of a forge.

Everything she had imagined was true. He felt like steel and velvet. His heavy muscles were powerful and shook her whole body with every stroke. She felt delicious warmth from the contact and an increasing tingle around her clit. He was large enough to tug the clit at every forward thrust and toggle it when he withdrew. It was an intoxicating rhythm. She let her breath out and closed her eyes to concentrate on that exquisite sensation. He was speaking to her as he moved, but she did not hear him, she was so caught up in her own pleasure. He had her by the shoulders now, bracing himself as he pumped. The slow tingle grew stronger and Victoria recognized the familiar feeling of an imminent climax. She opened her eyes so she could watch him as she came.

His own face was twisted in the grimace of pleasure. He grit his teeth and increased the rhythm of his pounding thrusts. Victoria moaned as she felt her body began the rippling contractions on his cock that signaled her orgasm was about to unfold. She arched her back to meet him as she peaked. She had taught her old lovers this signal for them to pause and let her enjoy the orgasm a few seconds if she came before they did. She was surprised to feel this stranger, Jack, stop mid-thrust and wait for her.

She rolled her eyes back and gasped, feeling him hard inside as the rippling waves of pleasure rolled over and over her. Her thighs trembled. Electric tingles flowed from her clit to her toes and back again. They faded slowly and she let her breath out, exhausted, and with that signal he started up again, slowly. She heard the slurping sound that meant there was no need for more butter. Her orgasm had slicked him with enough of her own juices to keep him wet for a long time. He increased the rhythm of his thrusts, intent on his own pleasure now. She watched his face with warm happy feelings of contentment.

His cheek twitched, and then his lips parted as he gasped. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose. Victoria watched all the muscles of his shoulders, arms and chest ripple with his exertion as he entered her and pulled out again and again. The bed shook, the wood supports scraped on the stone floor. Her body bounced, making her breasts wobble. He grimaced and sucked air hard between his teeth as he thrust deep again and again, then one more time, holding himself against her hips as he shuddered his release. He pushed two more times until he had emptied himself. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. They were yellow, and he had a thick scar around his neck.

Chapter Six

Victoria blinked again and found herself in her own bed in the upstairs bedroom of the lake house. There were no thick rafters or rough thatch above her, only the stippled coating of a modern ceiling. There was no handsome blacksmith driving a hard cock between her legs. She squirmed a little and felt a wet spot under her bottom. She touched herself and felt something more slick than her own juices. She rubbed her fingers together. Butter. She shook her head. It can’t be. She glanced at the window then at the glowing digital clock beside her bed. After midnight. She swung her legs over and went to the bathroom cabinet and opened