Lucifer Reborn Dante King (books that read to you txt) 📖

inside of her as we fucked. I braced my feet against the floor, going in deep. Mareth’s ass bounced up and down wickedly as I pumped in and out of her, inviting me to spank it. My hands came down on one demonic ass cheek, then the other, reddening the firm flesh even further as I used her.

“Bad girl,” I growled, wrapping my fingers around her long, dark hair. It made a convenient handle to fuck her even deeper. “You take that dick! You take it deep…”

“Ungh, yeah,” Mareth whimpered, lost in her own lust. “You weren’t kidding, Christina—he fucks like a beast! Aaagh, fuck, I’m going to come…!”

A moment later, Mareth proved herself as good as her word. Her moans shook the walls as she shattered beneath me, her perfect body quivering from head to toe as climax washed over her. Her already snug, glove-like pussy drew around me even tighter, the friction making me gasp. My balls slapped against her thighs as I pummelled her, not slowing down for an instant as she shuddered and sobbed. This wasn’t slow or sweet: this was primal, something I needed deep down in my core.

After her orgasm, she slumped over, her tail going limp against her ass. I’d quite literally fucked her senseless, and so I turned my attention to Christina.

Lifting her off her feet—damn, that felt so easy with my powers—I moved her into the space where the succubus had knelt a moment ago. She watched me over her shoulder, eager to be filled a second time. I had no intention of giving her that satisfaction, however—not yet.

Instead, I slid just the head into her walls, seeking her clit. My swollen crown pressed against her nub, swirling around her most sensitive flesh. Still I held myself back, teasing her without giving the satisfaction of pushing into her and filling her walls.

It was too much for Christina to handle. She writhed like a cat in heat, current coursing through her veins as she tried desperately to get me inside of her. Not so fast, I thought, continuing the slow, torturous swirl.

“Oh fuck!” Christina buried her face in the blankets, her nails digging into the fabric. “Fuck, Luke, please fuck me…!”

“Not yet,” I grunted. This was too much fun. “Back in college, you never even looked my way. Why was that, Christina? Was I not good enough for you?”

I loved the way she reacted to my touch. Just the slight contact of my cock’s tip, applied to the right spot, turned Christina into a quivering mass of goo. Juice dripped down her thighs as I kept on teasing her, until she’d grown wet enough to be nearly incapable of thought.

“Please, please, please,” she begged. “Fuck, Luke, I’ll do anything…”

I could feel her coming to a peak. I also knew it wasn’t the peak she wanted: she craved the release that only came from having my cock buried deep inside of her as she went over the edge.

“I want you to say you’re sorry,” I growled, the words coming out before I could think too much about them. “For judging a book by its cover. If you’d taken a chance on me back then—well, who knows where we’d be now?”

Maybe it was a mean thing to do. But it was better to get this out of the way now. If Christina was truly going to enter the Academy along with me, I couldn’t allow feelings of bitterness toward her to distract me. Once I’d gotten a little revenge, made her feel the way she’d made me feel, everything would be fine between us.

Christina closed her eyes tight, her legs trembling beneath me. Pussy juice dripped onto the comforter as her inner walls clenched with the beginnings of her orgasm. “I...I…”

“Yes?”

Climax hit her like a thunderclap. “I’m sorry!” she screamed, her walls clamping down on nothing as she came without true release. “I’m sorry I was a bitch to you, Luke! Fuck I wish I’d known this big cock was waiting for me, I would’ve ridden it like a total whore…!”

“Apology accepted,” I growled, giving her ass a spank. “And now, that’s exactly what you’ll do.”

This time, I fucked her without mercy. With a hand on the back of her neck, I pinned her to the bed, filling her still-orgasming pussy with hard, driving strokes. This wasn’t about her pleasure, although tons of it filled her gorgeous body as I fucked her brains out. This was about me—about feeling as good as possible, about getting the hot, wicked sex I’d always wanted.

I was hurting her a little, sure. But she liked it. Every time I spanked her ass, pulled her hair, squeezed her tits a little too tight, she cried out in pleasure, her pussy clenching around me. Christina could no more deny it than she could claim she used the opposite hand to write. All the blonde could do was hang on for dear life, her body trembling as I thrust into her so hard the bed slammed against the wall.

“Holy shit!” Mareth purred, watching with eager eyes. “Fuck yeah, give it to her good, Luke! Pound that fuckin’ pussy!”

Christina clung to me like she couldn’t get enough. Her hips moved back on me like crazy, every molecule of her body focused on giving me as much pleasure as possible. Her lustfulness and her posture of total submission excited me beyond measure, and before long I felt the familiar tingle of an orgasm working its way up my shaft. The same feelings coursed through Christina, her walls quaking as a third climax made her chest heave and her eyes roll back in her head.

“Ohhhh, something’s happening,” Christina panted, her tits pressing hard against the bedspread as I fucked her to the peak. “Luke, Luke, you’re doing something to me…!”

“You’re damned right I am!” I roared, pushing right to the