“Baby, I fucking love your pussy.” He growled out, pushing to his feet. The steel bar he pressed up against her left her in no doubt he was ready for another go.
“Demon, my legs are still shaking so bad I can barely hold myself up. More sex is not going to happen.”
He grunted finishing her back. He took the time to wash and rinse out her hair before grabbing a towel to dry her off. He pulled out a wide cushioned bench from beneath the vanity and sat her down wrapped in the towel.
“Stay.” He said gruffly.
Soothed and pampered, she let the order pass. Plus there was a floorshow. Demon, all seven feet of twisted steel and hard sex, was naked and getting soaped up. Well defined and ripped with a serious six-pack he was proportionately everything a man should be. The scar on his face was not his only scar but it was his most vicious. The rest scattered over his body telling a story of battle and pain. A Spartan, that’s what he reminded her of, the cast of 300 had nothing on this man.
She wanted to cuddle him, lick every inch of him. She wanted to bite his tight ass. She was trying to get her breath back, hoping she would eventually be able to blink again when he palmed his incredible thrusting cock and pulled himself to an orgasm. In her opinion his shower ended much too fast and as soon as she once again had full motor functions she would tell him so.
He dried himself, whipped the towel over the fuzz on his head, and was done. He hung both their towels over the rack to dry, hers after a brief tug of war, and picked her up caring her to the monster bed. He even spread her damp locks away from her face before pulling her up against his side. Too content to even think about heading home she yawned, pillowed her head against his chest, tucked her hand around his neck, and threw a leg over one of his hard thighs. His arms wrapped her up tight. One hand burrowing between them to palm a breast, the other rested cupped around her ass. As soon as he heard her find the soft even breathing of sleep, he moved his hand farther down her ass and cupped her sex. He patted, petted, and fell asleep with a smile on his face.
Chapter Four
The sun lit the bright room the next morning. Clytie woke up on her stomach, someone’s hands on her ass. The same someone presently between her spread thighs. She started to turn over. She heard a growl and a heavy palm held her down. Right. Demon.
"What are you doing?" She asked sleepily stretching her arms above her.
"I'm paying homage to your ass."
She laughed into the pillow. Unknowingly jiggling said ass nicely.
"Jesus Clytie, keep that up and you'll have me bawling like a baby."
"I suppose I'd have to suckle you to my breast then." He froze at her quip his hands sinking into her hips, he seemed to shake himself.
"Jesus God save me from a woman with brains."
She laughed. He groaned.
Her laughter abruptly cut off with a gasp when he leaned forward and licked her from clit to anus.
“Demon?!” She would have shot off the bed but he still held her down. “We can’t possibly.” She said a little breathless, but wide-awake. “I’m still sore.”
“I know.” He said, his hands pulling her by her hips up onto her knees. “I just want a little taste.” He spread her knees as wide as they would go, then patted her ass.
“Demon.” This time she was the one growling.
“Just one little orgasm baby, I’ve been thinking about eating this pussy all morning.” His voice was a cajoling murmur, a bit distracted. “I thought you were never going to wake up.”
He licked her again and she was shocked to experience a wet tongue rimming her ass.
"Demon?!"
"I never get tired of hearing you scream my name."
Two orgasms later, he allowed her to puddle to the bed. He plopped down beside her out of breath, licking his lips and holding his granite hard cock as if he feared it would pop off. The sight of his erection had Clytie finding her second wind and licking suddenly dry lips.
“Demon,” she said her eyes on the hand holding his erection. “There’s something we haven’t done yet.”
The cock twitched, his knuckles went white, and Demon groaned but kept his eyes closed. “I know baby, and I want nothing more than to take that fine ass of yours but you’ll need a little preparation first.”
The shock woke her up fast and had her mouth hanging open. She closed her teeth with a snap. “We are not having anal sex!” She screeched, the sound had Demon popping up and searching the room for enemies. He clutched his chest, and fell back to the mattress. “Jesus Clytie, you almost gave me a heart attack.”
She dropped her voice to a strident whisper. “We are not having anal sex!”
“That’s what I said.” He barked back.
“EVER.” Her eyes were flashing and she had her hand on her ass as if to keep him out.
“But you said...”
She stopped him with a hand up and a tight grimace. “I was referring to taking you in my mouth,” her voice had become more strident with each word but the rest she said quietly but with no less heat. “Not Ass fucking!”
He wanted to argue, but thought better of it. “O.K. We’ll go with your idea.”
Clytie jumped off the bed before he could stop her. “Forget it. I’m no longer in the mood.” She stomped away distracting Demon by the way she jiggled in all the right places. “I’m taking a shower, ALONE. You...” She said motioning in the general direction of his dick. “Take care of that thing. I do not want to see it when I come back.”
The bathroom door slammed with a bang. He glared down at his cock, if anything the damn thing was harder after experiencing Clytie in a fury. Naked.
He pictured what it would be like to have Clytie on her knees, with her hair falling around him taking him in her wet mouth. Or Clytie, on her knees, while he pounded into her amazing Ass. He heard the water start in the bathroom. Clytie in his shower, water sleuthing all over her body while he pounded her up against the wall.
“FUCK!” In self-defense, he grabbed hold of his twitching dick and went to work using the pre-cum seeping from the tip for lubrication. All it took was one fantasy of Clytie with her sweet mouth around his dick and he exploded. He cleaned up with the shirt he had ripped yesterday and tossed the abused cloth in the garbage. Of course as soon as Clytie appeared in nothing but a towel his cock immediately came right back to attention. She opened her mouth to say something, looking a little sheepish, but he had himself in the bathroom and the door slammed before she could speak. Clytie dressed and left the room before he came back out.
He saw her through the surveillance on the inner courtyard. She sat in one of the wood loungers, the fountain gurgled beside her. She was dressed in her jeans, her wrinkled button down top and she had her hair up in a messy bun held by one silver chopstick. A few stray wisps of hair that must have gotten wet in the shower curled down around her neck. Her feet were bare and her eyes were closed.
Fucking beautiful.
“She’s clean. Nothing suspicious, full history. She has traveled more than most but checked out.” Mac also studied Clytie.
“Family?”
“One sister she recognizes, a cousin she’s close to, both check out. Had a younger sister who got pregnant, small town, religious family threw her out, Clytie Persephone Jones, born Christine Mary Jones left her family the next day, found her sister in a cheap hotel room. She had committed suicide.”
“Jesus. How old were they?”
“Sister Rebecca Mary was 15. Your girl, 17. Needless to say, Christine Mary was taken back to her family. Left the day she turned 18 and never returned. Changed her name. Put herself through college and art school, worked numerous jobs, including self-defense instructor. She basically reinvented herself. She left to take up art full time. Encaustic. Which is Painting with wax. I had to research. Her only sibling living: Sarah Mary, and yes they all have the same middle name. For the Virgin Mary I expect. Married an air force mechanic. Parents, all the aunts, uncles, and most of the cousins still live in Poteau Oklahoma. A lovely spot, no doubt. I understand they have a Wal-Mart.”