Page 39 of Hexes From Exes

His clawed fingers slid along her cheek, a gentle touch that left a trail of fire on her skin. She heard him groan as she lowered her head deeper, feeling that thick tip bump against the back of her throat. She did this three more times, each time swallowing a little bit more of him, his thick precum adding to the moisture in her mouth. Her hand worked his base just above that strange bulge, squeezing and massaging as she worked.

“Stand up,” he ground out, his cock twitching in her mouth. She stood, her eyes trailing up his thick frame to his face. His eyes held that same heat as before, searing into her, watching her like she was the only thing he desired. She’d never had someone stare at her like that before.

His hand reached out to the corner of her mouth, wiping away the saliva and cum that had accumulated there. His movements and face held no signs of hesitation, nothing but absolute reverence.

“On your back,” he growled, his voice low.

Stephanie scooted back onto the bed, crawling back on her elbows to watch him. He slid his hand along her right calf as he advanced on her, moving up along to her thigh as he crawled up the bed. He stopped short, lifting her right leg over his shoulder as he lowered his face to her pussy again. He gave a long lick of that tongue, making Stephanie arch her back into his mouth.

“Good, you’re still wet for me,” he murmured into her. He dropped her leg off his shoulder and straightened, closing the distance between them. His height made the angle a little awkward, so he grabbed one of her pillows and placed it under her hips.

She felt the head of his dick against her, sliding along her slit slowly, spreading both his precum and her wetness. Rick’s jaw clenched, his teeth gritted. The muscles along his thick arms bulged as he gripped the base of his dick, moving his hips forward to push just the tip into her. They both let out a sigh at the same time, their eyes meeting. Stephanie could have sworn she saw his skin glimmering in the low light of her room. More likely she was hallucinating in the aftershock of her orgasm.

Stephanie felt something more than just the press of his cock, or the intense sensation of his head pushing into her. There was a sensation of her ears popping, like the pressure in the room was dropping, before her skin felt hot, tingly. It was like having a pleasant wine buzz, or the feeling she felt at the end of a particularly great yoga class. Rick must have felt it too, she saw his eyes glaze over, saw the muscles along his arms tighten and then relax. Maybe this was just part of having sex with a demon?

Then, he was pushing into her farther, filling her up inch by inch. She was right. The sensation of the ridges along her inner walls was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Rick withdrew a little, then pushed onward again, and the backward sweep of his deeply grooved head dragging along her walls was its own euphoric sensation. She’d never been one to find vaginal penetration to be all that pleasurable compared to clit play. It was like her pussy just couldn’t feel the way her clit could. This? This was an entirely different story.

She’d never be able to have sex with a human ever again.

Rick bottomed out in her. She could feel that bulge at the base of his cock against her as he paused, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Stephanie couldn’t stand the lack of motion, she rocked her hips against him, causing him to groan loudly and his clawed fingers to dig into the flesh of her thigh.

He didn’t need further encouragement, and he started a slow rolling and snapping of his own hips, driving into her. He started slow, his pace and depth building, driving her into a writhing mess. One of his hands moved across her thigh to her clit, where he started to slowly circle it with the pad of his finger.

This was all that Stephanie needed. She was already building to an orgasm. The feeling of that ridged cock along her inner walls set her off, hitting whatever spots inside of her that she’d only been able to reach before with toys and odd angles. Something about it felt just right, like the shape of his dick was made specifically for pleasuring her.

Once his finger slid over her clit, she was done for, her walls tightening on him as she came, her eyelids fluttering.

“Open your eyes, I want to see them when you cum,” he said, his hand not slowing on her clit.

She tried to maintain eye contact as he picked up his pace, feeling her clit become overly sensitive under his soaked fingers. She bucked against him as her orgasm subsided, and that heady, euphoric sensation only intensified. She saw Rick’s nostrils flare, his eyes widening slightly. In Stephanie’s orgasm drunk haze, she thought his skin was glowing more than before, but it must have been her imagination.

To her annoyance Rick stopped thrusting once her orgasm subsided, watching her carefully.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpered, feeling overstimulated but not ready to end what was quickly becoming the best sex of her life. A smile started at the edges of his lips as he slid out of her, his smile only widening at the sound of her protest.

“Roll over,” he said. “I want you on all fours,” he added.

Stephanie felt a flush over her cheeks at his words. Doggie was one of her favorite positions. She loved having her hands free to touch herself, and the ability to collapse downward when she grew tired. Plus, the angle?

She didn’t hesitate before flipping over onto all fours, her ass facing Rick. She felt his claws rake over her cheeks, stroking and grabbing the flesh there.

“I’ve been picturing you like this for days,” he breathed. She heard his mouth open as if he were going to say something else, but he didn’t. Instead, she felt his head prodding her from behind, opening her up to another wave of new sensations as the head of his dick slid deeper and deeper into her. This time there was no give and take, just a steady push until he was buried as deep as he could. Stephanie could have sworn that the bulge at the base of his dick seemed bigger, seated right against her as he bottomed out.

Rick moved quicker now, his claws digging lightly into her hips as he held her and thrust. His thrusts became more erratic, and Stephanie knew she wasn’t imagining that the thing at the base of his dick was swelling. To her surprise she felt another orgasm starting to build in the base of her abdomen, the pressure growing and accumulating with every thrust of his dick from behind. She reached a hand between her thighs, trying to rub her clit. It was slippery with her own wetness and Rick’s, making the sensation higher and more intense.

Her third orgasm came quickly, the hardest one yet, causing her to cry out and drive back hard against Rick. She felt the swelling at the base of his dick bump hard against her, stretching her a little in the process. That’s all it took for Rick to groan and give a few more stuttering thrusts into her, his claws tightening against her hips.

They came together, Rick’s orgasm lasting what felt like several minutes. He was pressed deep inside of her, his claws digging into her hips. She felt him pulse in time with her as her walls clenched him. At last, he slid from her, his hand catching whatever cum came with it. Stephanie was flopped on her stomach, still trying to catch her breath as she watched him head for her bathroom and heard the sink turn on.

Stephanie had a sudden, panicked moment - what if he left just like Cooper? Did she want him to stay the night? What would he think?

Her thoughts were quieted when he returned with a wet washcloth to hand her, giving her privacy as she headed to the bathroom. When she turned out the light, she found him sitting on the edge of her bed, still naked. He reached out to her, bringing her close to him, before dragging them both down into her bed. To her surprise, his arms wrapped around her, bringing her pleasantly close against his chest. Then he tensed, loosening his grip a little.

“Is this okay?” he asked. He sounded nervous, like he expected her to kick him out.

“This is more than okay,” she breathed, rolling over to bury her face in his chest.

“My full name is Rickaderonian,” he whispered into her ear.