Page 28 of How Not to Date a Demon

Galen had always been weak for this, which was what made it so fun.

His cock pulsed in her grip, and she hid a smirk by wrapping her lips around his head, cherishing the harsh curse that spilled from his mouth.

Unable to resist the temptation, Maeve released him and met his gaze, wrapping her fingers loosely around him. “Is that anyway to talk to someone sucking your dick?”

His glare almost made her laugh. She loved playing with him like this.

Galen obviously enjoyed it, and Maeve got to be in control. And mean, if she wanted.

With that in mind, she arched a brow and waited patiently. By patiently, she meant tightening her fingers around his cock slightly, just enough for him to feel the difference. Just enough to tease. Enough to let him know that the longer he made her wait, the longer he was going to have to wait.

A short grumble vibrated through his chest, and she released her hand and cupped it in the air by her ear. “What was that? Couldn’t quite hear you.”

Staring up at him from her position, she felt powerful. And happy. Endorphins must be rushing around, doing their job.

Her heart pounded when Galen rolled his eyes, but he ultimately whispered, “You feel good. Please continue.”

He didn’t sound nearly wrecked enough for Maeve.

“Just good?”

Maeve wrapped her hand around him again, lowering her head once more and taking him inside her mouth. His groan was wordless, so she couldn’t chastise him again, but listening to him was just as hot. Through their relationship and experimentation, Maeve had learned just which things drove Galen crazy. What turned him into putty. What made him come the quickest.

Maeve deployed her tactics from the latter category. Squeezing her hand around him, just this side of uncomfortable, she lowered her mouth, opening her throat and taking him down until she met the back of her hand.

Her lashes fluttered closed as she reveled in the feeling of him inside her, even if it wasn’t where she wanted him most. Galen was big, she was proud to announce, and taking him deep always gave her a little flutter of pride. And the way Galen petted her hair and moaned wordlessly?

Well that shit just tickled her pink.

But this wasn’t a time for Galen to comfort and pet her. She wanted him to beg.

Eventually.

First, she wanted to make sure he could withstand the torture for as long as she wanted to have fun.

Dragging her mouth back up, she followed with her fist before twisting her grip at the top, pressing her tongue against the head. Galen’s groan reverberated through his entire body, and the hand in her hair tightened. She’d correct him, but then she’d have to take her mouth off his cock, and it was just getting fun.

So she let it go for now, and began bobbing her head, hollowing her cheeks. She repeated the same motions. Every time she got to the top, she’d twist her hand and tongue his head until she was rewarded with a drop of precum on each go.

Galen was a babbling mess above her, one hand in the sheets and the other tangled in her hair. She hadn’t given him permission to talk, but the sounds he was making were so sweet she didn’t want to stop them. He was being good.

Galen groaned above her, arching his back. “Oh shit, I’m close—close, close, close, close…”

Maeve continued even after his warning, sucking him deeper and sending him over the edge. He spilled in her mouth, down her throat, and Galen was putty in her hands, shaped from pleasure by the time she released him.

Tugging her up his chest, he kissed her, plunging his tongue inside her mouth to taste himself. His chest heaved beneath her, heart pounding, each beat for her.

Flattening her palms against his pecs, she pulled away and stared down at Galen. His pupils were blown, blinks drowsy as he stared up at her in wordless awe.

“We’re not done yet, big guy,” she said with an arched brow. “Far from it.”

His eyes widened at that, and he stroked a hand up the outside of her thigh. “Oh really now? What’s my next punishment?”

Maeve leaned down to his ear, nipped his neck before telling him. “You’re going to get hard again, and then I want you to fuck me so hard and long that I can’t think straight.”

Maeve lowered herself back, sitting on his lap. His cock twitched, a valiant effort to return from the dead, but Maeve sighed dramatically, shuffling back until she straddled his thighs.

Galen was already half hard again, which was impressive for any man.