LOGIN"I can't –""You can. Human men have been underusing you."His hips slow, and his cock stays deep, and he rolls inside me, grinding the head of him against my G-spot while the base presses my clit and the shadow hands return, one at each breast, and the stimulation comes from five directions simultaneously. "There's no count. There's just the next one."It builds from somewhere below my stomach, deeper than the others, from a place I genuinely did not know had nerve endings, and it rises through my body in a slow wave that heats everything it touches, my blood going hot, my skin going bright, the amber glow intensifying until I can see the ceiling by my own light. When it hits, it's a sustained release that pours through me in a continuous flow, my pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock in a rhythm that goes on long enough to lose count, and his composure finally shatters.He cums inside me finally, and I feel it. His cum is hot – scorching even – and it fills me and keeps fil
He fucks me and the floor shakes. The hardwood vibrates with each thrust, the candles jump, the pictures on my walls shift on their nails. His hips drive into me with a force that should hurt and doesn't because the heat stays ahead of the impact, softening everything it touches, and his cock is hitting places inside me that I didn't know existed, and each stroke sends a pulse of warmth through my entire body that wipes the previous thought clean and replaces it with sensation.My brain goes quiet. He promised it would, and it does – the internal commentary that has scored every experience I've ever had goes silent. My body takes over entirely. My hips meet his thrusts, my legs wrap around a waist that's hot enough to redden the skin of my calves, my pussy grips his cock with a hunger that feels ancestral, older than me."Harder," I hear myself say, and the word comes from somewhere below my chest, because my brain is offline and my body is doing the talking.He gives me harder. His h
His mouth drops to my breast and his lips close around my nipple, and the heat of his mouth is searing, right at the edge of too much, and his tongue is long enough to wrap around the peak and squeeze while he sucks and I scream because the combination of heat and pressure and the impossible length of his tongue creates a sensation that surpasses human capabilities.He bites my nipple and the sting has fire in it – literal warmth that blooms from the bite through my breast and down into my pussy, and I feel myself drip, my underwear going from damp to soaked in a single pulse.He lifts his head, and I know he can feel it too, because his nostrils flare, his coal-red eyes brighten, and his mouth curves with a hunger that feels like it has been eating since before the pyramids were sand."Lie on the floor," he says with authority, and I instantly lie back on my living room floor.My coffee table is shoved aside by a sweep of his hand that moves it six feet without touching it, and the n
His voice is low, with a resonance I feel in my teeth and the base of my spine, like a bass note played through a speaker pressed against my body."What do you want?"Marissa makes a sound behind the armchair that communicates her desire to leave the planet. Priya's phone has gone dead in her hand – the screen black and unresponsive, with the recording apparently lost. Jade is still asleep."What are you?" I ask, because my voice works even though the rest of me has short-circuited."What you asked for.""We asked for spirits.""You got one." He smiles, and the candlelight catches his teeth, and I see that his canines are definitely longer than normal, and the smile is the most dangerous thing I have ever seen on a face, and my pussy responds to the danger with a clench that I feel in my stomach. "I go by Azar. And you're the one who actually meant it.""Meant what?""The invitation. Your friends were playing, but you, you were asking."I was. I realize it as he says it – when Marissa
The Ouija board is a joke.Honestly, everything about tonight is a joke.Marissa's birthday, her insistence on a séance theme because she's going through a witchy phase that started when she bought a crystal on Etsy and spiraled from there, the candles she bought in bulk from a home goods store that smell like synthetic vanilla and are currently dripping wax onto my coffee table because Marissa said the ritual requires a real flame, her choosing to use my apartment because it was the only one without a smoke detector sensitive enough to care.It's all a fucking joke.There are four of us. Marissa, who is running the board with the intensity of a woman who genuinely believes the dead have nothing better to do on a Saturday night than spell out messages for drunk twenty-six-year-olds. Priya, who is filming for her Instagram story because content is content even when the content is nonsense. Jade, who fell asleep on my couch forty minutes ago and is contributing nothing except occasional
"Do it – fuck – I want to feel it –"He pushes deep, and his body goes rigid, and I feel his cock pulse inside me, thick and hot, and the sensation of being filled by someone real whose hands I've imagined replacing mine for months, triggers another orgasm that I don't see coming. My pussy grips him through every pulse, and my left hand is on my hip so hard I'm going to bruise, and I'm making sounds into his shoulder that no camera has ever captured because no camera has ever been present for this.He stays inside me afterward, softening slowly, his weight on me, his breathing gradually evening out against my collarbone. His cum leaks around his cock and onto the sheets where I perform three times a week, and the evidence of him on my work surface makes me laugh quietly into his hair."What?" he murmurs."I'm going to have to change the sheets before Thursday's stream.""I'll help.""You'll be here Thursday?"He lifts his head and looks at me, and his dark eyes are soft and wrecked an







