Page 132 of Demon Food

My mouth was so wet. The lubricant was so luscious.

He was gripping the back of my head, beginning to roll his hips as he bared his moon-white teeth.

The bulbous tip of the handle rubbed against that fucking spot in the front of my groin, obeying each one of his thrusts.

“Show me how you want it, little human,” he said, bucking his hips a little faster. “Give your mouth to me.”

He took control of my mouth, and I let him. I wanted him to control it. I wanted to worship him. I sucked him. I sucked him so hard while the angel bone fucked me from inside.

“Ooh, and I will take,” he whispered, clenching my head in his huge hands as he thrusted a little faster. “I will take your perfect insides. Your perfect soul. I will eat it all.”

I was moaning so loudly between thrusts that the noises I was making did not even sound like me. They sounded like the pleas of a dribbling slut.

“Even if you are…” His brows drew together as he hesitated. “Fuck. Deep.”

I sucked harder as he blinked, like he was orienting himself.

“Gods, human. What in the kingdom? You’re fucking endless.” His voice was full of awe as he dropped his head back to say to the ceiling, “You’re endless inside.”

I whinged when his hands tightened into fists around my hair. He smiled down at me, and that was when I felt it.

With his cock shoved deep inside my mouth. With the angel bone burning inside my ass. That was the moment that this demon started to DRINK.

Oh, shit. Oh, gods.

No, he wasn’t just drinking as he began to buck his hips, just like this wasn’t just pleasure I was feeling.

It was a valve twisting open inside my heart, and the contents were being poured directly into him as pleasure—magnified by a dozen, a hundred, a thousand—penetrated my body in waves of impact until I struggled to absorb it all.

A loud cry tried to tear past my lips, but the sound was stolen when he gripped my head and fucked my mouth ruthlessly, drowning me in so much pleasure that I was only an open vessel for his use. A body. A doll.

He was convulsing, and it was stunning the way he moved. So demanding. Ever-evolving the harder he fucked my mouth while his temperature spiked until it was hot. Until he was hot inside against my tongue.

Black orbs were beginning to dot my vision, but I blinked them clear.

He gripped my chain, tossing it over one of his shoulders, such that when he rocked his hips, it slid back down, cold metal against hot skin.

“There you go,” he hissed, and it felt like he forced himself deeper, plunging his huge cock all the way down my throat. “Take it, human.”

Fucking GODS, I was going to explode everywhere.

The pleasure was blithering. Magical. Inhumane. Too much. It was going to destroy me.

“Fucking take it.”

But it was like he couldn’t help but continue to drown me in it as he rammed his gorgeous cock inside my mouth, in and out, in and out, while I sucked him, leaking precum in silken hot drips.

I didn’t even need to stroke myself.

I was going to come from his cock down my throat, from the thick bone in my body, like I was being milked from the inside by his devastating control over me.

He fucked my throat furiously, exhilarated by the sound of my gagging as drool spilled down my chin and leaked onto my chest.

My mind was spinning. The room was spinning.

“Come, perfect human,” he whispered. “Come for me.”

I choked, tears stinging the corners of my eyes when he gripped the chain harder and unleashed inside my throat.