The Hellhound’s Bride
He growls out the word over my folds, his warm breath fanning over them almost causes my heart to go into cardiac arrest though the second he tries to dive back in, I grip his hair and yank him back.
The sight of his face… Lucille Hellfire has my slick all over his mouth, his eyes filled with a ravenous need to devour every inch of me until I could no longer speak, to keep me like this, in a perpetual state of horniness and madness. Unable to stop him from doing what he wants.
I grip it tighter.
His eyes close for a second, his mouth falling open slightly, and when he looks at me again, his eyes are filled with bliss as he whispers, “I wonder if you’d put up a fight when I’m making you cum.”
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