I’m about to slice my tongue through the scent keeping my dick rock hard when Max responds exactly as he did only minutes ago. He bites me right on the ass, except this time, he aims a little bit lower, bringing his maiming fangs to within an inch of my nut sack.
“Fuck that. I’m out.” I dive off the bed with my hands held in the air and a throbbing backside.
Demi’s giggles are replaced with a groan when I bend down to gather my sweatpants off the floor. The image of Demi splayed before me in nothing but a teeny tiny very teasing nightie has my blood at boiling point, but I’d rather sweat like a man in a sauna than have my nuts eaten by a vicious Doberman.
“You’re bleeding.” Max’s upturned lips sag when Demi shifts her narrowed eyes to him. “Max…” She could say more, but she doesn’t need to. Max’s foaming jowls landing on the carpet expose he understands her disappointment. He isn’t upset that he hurt me. He just loathes disappointing Demi. “Stay here.” After using the signal she learned on a YouTube tutorial, Demi slips off the bed and joins me at the end. “Come on, I have antiseptic ointment in the bathroom.” When I pull a face, she adds, “Don’t act like you didn’t know this would eventually happen. Even I’ve occasionally thought about sinking my teeth into your ass.” She rakes her teeth over her bottom lip in a sexy, cock-thickening way. “It’s too perfect not to want a little nibble.”
With a grin of a smug prick, I follow her into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. After checking the door’s sturdiness, ensuring it can withstand the brutal charge of a Doberman, I spin around to face Demi. My pout matches Max’s when I spot a cotton ball soaked in iodine in her hand. I thought her helpful nurse ruse was a ploy to get us alone without her attack dog at her side. I’m not sure if I should be disappointed or swoon that she wants to take care of me, so I do both.
“When was your last tetanus shot?”
Demi’s pretty blue eyes float up to mine. “Mine?” When I nod my head, she twists her lips. “I think I had a booster when I was around fourteen or so. Why? I don’t see Max ever biting me.”
“I wasn’t asking for you.” Her dark brows pull together in confusion. I attempt to alleviate it by saying, “I was asking for me. If you’re vaccinated, there’ll be less chance of me getting a tetanus infection if you bite my ass while tending to my ‘wound.’” I air quote my last word like she’s using Max’s bite as an excuse to ogle my assets.
Her smile could bring any man to his knees. I always said her smiles are my favorite, and nothing has changed in the past two months. “Bend over the tub,DickWalsh. Ass high in the air.”
I strut across the room. Yeah, I said strut. Even my dick swings with each step I take. That’s how cocky the sexual chemistry that forever surges between Demi and me makes me.
Some of my peacock feathers bend when Demi doubles my arch over the bathtub by pushing down on my lower back. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear she’s prepping me for a prostate exam.
I’m convinced she can read minds when the clench of my ass cheeks causes her breathy chuckles to condensate on my butt cheeks. The tiny beads of moisture shred the last of my composure. My ass is aching, and I’m reasonably sure I can smell Max standing behind the door, but I can’t have my girl this close to my cock and act nonchalant.
That’s above my paygrade.
Out of my league.
He-Man wouldn’t be strong enough to endure this, so I don’t stand a fucking chance.
I almost whine when Demi foils my endeavor to poke her in the eye with my dick by standing and moving back to the vanity. “You may need a tetanus shot.” She dumps the cotton ball she used to clean my wound into the bin before spinning around to face me. “He dug his teeth in pretty deep…” Her words trail off when her eyes trek of my body lands on my dick. “Sweet Lord.”
I take a moment to savor the press of her thighs before lifting my chin, wordlessly demanding for her to bring her sweetness to me. My head slants when she shakes her head for the quickest second. She isn’t denying me. She’s evening the score, making us equal. She wants me to prove I want her as much as she wants me, and that she doesn’t always need to give first to receive back. She can be prioritized first.
“Always,” I murmur like she can hear my thoughts. “Don’t ever forget that, Demi.”
She watches me cross the room, ignorant to the scratches Max is inflicting on the wooden door with his claws. At this moment in time, there’s no one in the world but me, which means she’s safe, protected, and very much loved. I’d never let anything happen to her.
I breathe in the air she releases from me weaving my fingers through her long locks so I can tug her head back. She’s been wearing her hair down more often lately. I’m unsure if that’s because she’s finally learned not everyone will use it against her or because Max is as jealous of her scrunchies as he is of me getting close to Demi. He tugs them out of Demi’s hair more often than I do.
I wait until Demi is on the verge of begging before locking our lips. Even after all this time, I still need to know she is here because she wants to be.
As the smell I’m obsessed with doubles in intensity, I slide my tongue between Demi’s parted lips before dueling it with hers. While fucking her mouth with my tongue, I slide my hand up one of her thighs, hissing into her mouth when the heat of her pussy scorches my hand. She’s on fucking fire.
“Please,” Demi begs on a moan when the needs of her pussy become too much to bear. She’s grinding down on my hand, taking what she needs, but she still needs more.
After lifting her to sit on the vanity, I tug her forward until her pussy hangs off the marble countertop, then fall to my knees. Demi doesn’t cite an objection to the changeup. Her eyes twinkle with desire as a ghost-like smile curls her lips. She thinks I’m obsessed with eating her pussy because I want her to feel superior. In reality, I’m obsessed with how good she tastes. I’d keep her pussy on my mouth for eternity if I could.
“Lean back a bit. Bring that sweet pussy to my mouth.” Forever trusting, Demi does as requested without the slightest bit of hesitation. “Now watch me. Everything is better when it’s witnessed firsthand.”
After grinding the tip of my nose over the nervy bud between her legs, I spear my tongue inside of her. She bucks out immediately, the sensation of two days of prolonged foreplay heightening her senses.
She’s so fucking sensitive, her thighs hug my head before I’ve notched half a finger inside of her. I pump in and out of her slickened pussy on repeat while hitting her clit with rapid-fired flicks of my tongue.
The more Demi moans, the louder Max barks. He’s scratching at the door so crazily, I’m beginning to wonder if his claws are axes.
Aware not even a third bite to the ass will stop me from making Demi come, I eat her more expertly. I push my tongue inside of her, lapping up the goodness my fingers caused before moving my slicked fingers to her clit. I fuck her with my tongue, stimulate her clit with my fingers, then speak a heap of the dirty words that make her shatter like glass on a concrete floor.
As a simpering growl rumbles in Demi’s chest, I mutter against the lips of her pussy, “Do it. Come on my face. Give me that sweetness.”
