Read Online Counterpart (Succubi & Incubi Assn.) by K.J. Hunter-Brown - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: K.J. Hunter-Brown
Ads: Link
out
satisfaction.
She took over.
My lips pressed against his hard and his only response was to do the
same. The hands on my sides finally lost their nerves, and they tightened,
pulling me closer to him, only persuading my demon to do more. Our lips parted
simultaneously, our tongues sparking a new desire within me. He tasted exactly
how he smelt—alcohol and cigarettes. I took his top lip between my own and
sucked on the skin. The demon wanted him much more than she wanted Ryan, and I
was starting to think that Ryan was just a snack for her and this guy was the
main meal.
His pants were unzipped instantly and I looked down to see my hands
had started moving on their own accord, cupping the bulge through his jeans,
earning a low growl to come from his chest. I was whisked around and pushed up
against the car.
Wow, you wouldn't even think that he was hesitant about five seconds
ago.
My legs wrapped themselves around his waist when my feet left the
ground. The desperate stroke of his lips against mine almost made me drunk, and
I didn't want them to leave. I felt the slow movement of his hands as they
found their way under my dress, resting against my abdomen. His hips ground
into mine, causing a soft moan to pass my lips when his bulge pressed into the
right spot. Hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs running over my nipples through
the fabric of my bra.
I welcomed the breath of air when his lips left mine, trailing over
my jaw and to my neck where he sucked on the skin. His hands moved away from my
breasts, down over my abdomen and soon enough, they were pushing my panties
down. A soft moan escaped my lips when his fingers slowly glided over my most
sensitive area. Every touch he made, every kiss he relished along my neck, it
all made my demon want more and more of him.
I was panting by the time I felt a single finger push inside me, his
thumb continuing to drive me more insane with every stroke of it over my
center. My hand moved inside his jeans, and I moaned when I felt the length of
him. He was definitely ready, and he was well worth the search. Fuck Melinda
and her dibs, I seemed to have scored a pretty decent male. I felt his teeth
nip into my skin when my hand stroked over his length, and I heard a slight
thud to my side. I looked over to see his palm—the one that wasn't doing much
but holding my thighs—pressing against my car, and judging by the sudden strain
in his muscles, I knew that it wasn't a bad thing.
The finger inside me was joined by a second and then a third, his
fingers working in and out of me with slow, excruciating strokes while my hand
matched his rhythm. With the touch of him inside of me, and his thumb
continuing to tease everywhere else, I was sure I would orgasm right there and
then. But I knew that was a long shot, and I needed more.
Our minds seemed to work in one then and I almost sighed in
frustration when his fingers moved out. It wasn't even long before they were
replaced by something much bigger, and way more satisfying.
Everything turned rough as soon as he slid into me. He kissed me,
gripped my hips, and kept me in one place while my demon persuaded him to
continue. I wasn't even sure I was doing any of the work—just urging him on,
telling him to go faster, harder, practically fuck me senseless.
It even lasted longer than I expected, and it was definitely better
than I thought it would be. I guess what they say about quiet guys being great
in bed was true.
Too bad for him though. My demon had taken way more than she should
have.
After spending a minute or two catching my breath, I straightened my
dress and looked down at the body. His chest was making its usual movements,
telling me he's still alive—passed out cold—but alive. And he would probably be
there a while.
“You know this is all your fault, right? You’re not supposed to take
more than normal. You could have killed him,” I spoke down to my stomach. If I
was a normal person and saw someone talking down at
satisfaction.
She took over.
My lips pressed against his hard and his only response was to do the
same. The hands on my sides finally lost their nerves, and they tightened,
pulling me closer to him, only persuading my demon to do more. Our lips parted
simultaneously, our tongues sparking a new desire within me. He tasted exactly
how he smelt—alcohol and cigarettes. I took his top lip between my own and
sucked on the skin. The demon wanted him much more than she wanted Ryan, and I
was starting to think that Ryan was just a snack for her and this guy was the
main meal.
His pants were unzipped instantly and I looked down to see my hands
had started moving on their own accord, cupping the bulge through his jeans,
earning a low growl to come from his chest. I was whisked around and pushed up
against the car.
Wow, you wouldn't even think that he was hesitant about five seconds
ago.
My legs wrapped themselves around his waist when my feet left the
ground. The desperate stroke of his lips against mine almost made me drunk, and
I didn't want them to leave. I felt the slow movement of his hands as they
found their way under my dress, resting against my abdomen. His hips ground
into mine, causing a soft moan to pass my lips when his bulge pressed into the
right spot. Hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs running over my nipples through
the fabric of my bra.
I welcomed the breath of air when his lips left mine, trailing over
my jaw and to my neck where he sucked on the skin. His hands moved away from my
breasts, down over my abdomen and soon enough, they were pushing my panties
down. A soft moan escaped my lips when his fingers slowly glided over my most
sensitive area. Every touch he made, every kiss he relished along my neck, it
all made my demon want more and more of him.
I was panting by the time I felt a single finger push inside me, his
thumb continuing to drive me more insane with every stroke of it over my
center. My hand moved inside his jeans, and I moaned when I felt the length of
him. He was definitely ready, and he was well worth the search. Fuck Melinda
and her dibs, I seemed to have scored a pretty decent male. I felt his teeth
nip into my skin when my hand stroked over his length, and I heard a slight
thud to my side. I looked over to see his palm—the one that wasn't doing much
but holding my thighs—pressing against my car, and judging by the sudden strain
in his muscles, I knew that it wasn't a bad thing.
The finger inside me was joined by a second and then a third, his
fingers working in and out of me with slow, excruciating strokes while my hand
matched his rhythm. With the touch of him inside of me, and his thumb
continuing to tease everywhere else, I was sure I would orgasm right there and
then. But I knew that was a long shot, and I needed more.
Our minds seemed to work in one then and I almost sighed in
frustration when his fingers moved out. It wasn't even long before they were
replaced by something much bigger, and way more satisfying.
Everything turned rough as soon as he slid into me. He kissed me,
gripped my hips, and kept me in one place while my demon persuaded him to
continue. I wasn't even sure I was doing any of the work—just urging him on,
telling him to go faster, harder, practically fuck me senseless.
It even lasted longer than I expected, and it was definitely better
than I thought it would be. I guess what they say about quiet guys being great
in bed was true.
Too bad for him though. My demon had taken way more than she should
have.
After spending a minute or two catching my breath, I straightened my
dress and looked down at the body. His chest was making its usual movements,
telling me he's still alive—passed out cold—but alive. And he would probably be
there a while.
“You know this is all your fault, right? You’re not supposed to take
more than normal. You could have killed him,” I spoke down to my stomach. If I
was a normal person and saw someone talking down at
Similar Books
