Page 128 of Dancing With Demons

Was my face on fire? Because it felt like it.

Ronin kissed me hard and thorough. “I want to see you finger that tasty little pussy till it sits up and begs. Do you consent or no?”

This was a mistake. Getting me to verbally agree and beg for every filthy thing he wanted to do with me was going to leave me a puddle of embarrassment within two to three sex acts.

“Ok.” You could hear a mouse squeak louder than my voice.

Ronin rocked back, palming his cock. “Say my name while you do it. Tell me how much you want me inside you.”

Pulse racing, I felt dizzy. Just like his new and freed face, Ronin was dripping extra sexiness that night.

My hand trembled sliding down my body. “Ronin,” I whispered, squeezing the sensitive nub at my apex. “I love you, baby. I love it when you touch me.”

“How much do you love it?”

“So much,” I rasped, pushing three digits in. My stretched hole wept. “That’s why the last several weeks destroyed me. Because even while I hated you, I loved you.”

I lay bare and wanton on the silk sheets, no part of me hidden before him. Leaning on one arm, I started slowly, dipping my fingers in my pussy. “Ah,” I breathed. “That feels amazing.”

“That feels amazing... who?”

Gods, this pervert is gonna rewrite everything I thought I knew about sex. “That feels amazing, Ronin. Fuck me.”

He started stroking—his long, thick, pearled cock obedient in his hands. “I will.”

I clenched on my fingers. He wasn’t even touching me, and I wanted him so bad, I couldn’t see straight. “I want you to—to fill me so much with your cum, it’s leaking out of me for days.”

“That’s a promise.”

I was all-in now. There was no point in holding back.

“I want to sit on your face, and ride that filthy tongue till it falls out.”

“It’s a fucking sin that you haven’t already.”

My hand picked up speed. I wasn’t sure who was bringing me to my pinnacle. My fingers, or the hot, searing intensity of being watched by Ronin.

“I want you to be the one making my pussy sit up and beg,” I moaned. “Don’t you dare hold back.”

“How badly do you want my cock?” he asked, smacking my ass again.

“Ah! So bad. Consider this my consent to let you do any fucking thing you want to do to me.”

“That’s all I’ve been waiting to hear.”

Ronin ducked down and buried his face between my thighs. Draping my legs over his shoulders, he went wild. Head bobbing, tongue plundering, heat radiating off our conjoined bodies.

My legs trembled, clamped around his head and fighting to pull it off as I thrashed and wriggled under his spell. Pressure built in my middle—hot and powerful. I never had a chance.

I came hard.

“Ahh!” I moaned, jerking and spasming on the bed as wave after wave of pleasure surged through every cell in my body.

“Want to return the favor?”

He didn’t need to ask me twice. It was my turn to throw him down and flip him over.

Ronin grasped the back of my head, guiding me down to the weapon he called a penis. I grabbed his thighs, my digging nails telling the tale of my eagerness.