by Sierra Dafoe
“Again,” he commanded. “Louder, Adrianna. And squeeze your tits while you say it.”
Blushing, she raised her hands to her breasts, caressing their curves under his engrossed gaze. “Fuck me, Botis.” She writhed on the rug. Wantonly, she snaked one hand down between her legs, spread open her folds. She saw his eyes widen appreciatively as she fingered her cunt, sliding one finger between her plump, drenched lips. With her other she fondled her breasts, lazily pinching the nipples as she opened her mouth in a sultry pout. His own hand, she saw, had moved to his cock, gripping its thickness harder than she herself would have dared.
“I want you to fuck me. My demon, my lover. I want you to pound your shaft into me.” His strokes increased in pace, and Rianna matched it, shamelessly plunging her finger into her cunt. Transfixed, he watched as she writhed below him, her breath hissing beneath her teeth. “Yes, yes, my darling, take me now, fuck me now, Botis!”
Roaring, he seized her thighs, thrusting them up against her chest as he drove his cock into her, slamming home in one violent thrust. Rianna’s head snapped back, and she screamed in delight. He filled her so perfectly, stretching her cunt wide. She could feel his balls dragging against the cheeks of her ass, taut and leaden, and she grabbed his ass cheeks, digging her fingers into the firm muscle as she urged him to fuck her deeper, faster, harder…
His crotch ground against her mons, pushing her closer to the edge with each stroke. Her blood roared in her ears and every nerve in her body seemed to blaze with raw power as he drilled his cock into her. She could feel his muscles tensing under her hands, and sensed the bellow building inside his chest as he fucked her with a savagery she’d only dreamed of.
Rianna closed her eyes, concentrating inward, feeding the fire in her crotch to a different location. Her cunt throbbed with need, its heat spreading outward, spiraling out along her limbs even as she felt his lust crest, crashing through the body he’d possessed like a tsunami. He shot into her, wave after wave of come filling her cunt, and Rianna felt her whole body glowing with erotic power. Her cunt gripped him tight, holding him inside her and she screamed, her eyelids flying open. “Bo!”
The demon froze above her, his eyes wide in shock. In their depths Rianna saw another mind surface, a frightened, bewildered consciousness that peeked from beneath Botis’s control. Reaching for that furtive flash of personality, Rianna fixed her focus on it and let the energy she’d built up blaze through her body, igniting that magnet or dynamo or whatever it was inside her. As if throwing him a lifeline, she cast her call into him, tugging against the malignant clutch of the demon. The fair, handsome face above her contorted, its features seeming to war with each other as they struggled, she and the demon, for possession of the soul trapped in between.
“Turn him loose, demon!” Rianna spat, gasping with each mental tug. “This… one’s… mine!”
A sharp crack of thunder split the air, rattling the glass in her windows and booming over the city.
Botis was gone.
Dropping her head back, Rianna panted, for a moment barely aware of the body above her, simply reveling in the cool silence of the October night.
Then she looked up. Clear blue eyes, as soft as worn denim, gazed down at her, puzzled. “Who… but…”
Bo glanced down at his naked body, realized his cock was buried inside her. A look of disbelief spread over his face. He turned his attention back to Rianna, scrutinizing her features. “Wait. I know you. You’re that girl from the club. But… how did I get here?”
“Does it really matter?” she asked, and held her breath, waiting.
A slow, artless grin spread over his features. “No, not really.” He flexed his hips lightly, and Rianna felt the renewed swell of his erection inside her. Her body clamored suddenly for the orgasm she’d denied it.
“Then,” she said impishly, tilting her sharp little chin, “I suggest we try this again.” Reaching up, she slid her hand around his neck, pulled his face down to hers and kissed him, deep and slow. “Hello, Bo,” she whispered.
“Hi,” he whispered back, his breath warm on her earlobe. “Um, come here often?”
Rianna giggled. “Do you know, I think I will.”
The End
Sierra Dafoe
Sierra Dafoe imprinted early on the one, the real, the only Robin Hood (and we all know who that is!) and has been in love with the heroic adventure story ever since. She branched out from there into fantasy and science fiction and even a few forays into horror, but still has a deep-seated weakness for those cocky, handsome rebels.
Rather unsurprisingly, Sierra lives in northern New Hampshire’s White Mountains -- which is good, because nothing short of their beauty would likely ever drag her away from her keyboard! She’d love to hear your feedback. Visit her at her website, www.darkerdesires.com, for excerpts, contests, freebies, and more!