Page 11 of Claiming Demons
Ramsey leaned heavily over my shoulder and turned my face to his, seizing my lips in a way only Ramsey could, breathless and burning with desire. Then he reached down with his right hand and began an assault on my clit.
Fire erupted in my body, blazing through my blood, his passion bearing down on me like a tidal wave, crashing over me and carrying me away in its flood. My insides turned to lava, heat searing through me, and my core clenched with urgency, desperate to be filled.
His strength and ferocious need dominated me. I was trapped in his grasp, his massive body so much stronger and bigger than mine, and all I could do was hold on for the ride.
Ramsey rubbed my clit furiously, twisting my need tight. And when he plunged two thick fingers inside me, I came… hard.
My eyes rolled back and I screamed my release, my hips bucking against his hand.
Ramsey grunted with masculine satisfaction and relentlessly finger-fucked me all through my gushing orgasm.
And when I was done, legs weak, he gave another grunt, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me away like some caveman claiming his bride.
“Bring it on, big boy,” I whispered to Ramsey with a giggle.
He gave a heavy, playful grunt, which I felt deep in my gut, sending shivering aftershocks up my spine.
Oh, yeah. This was going to be good!
RAMSEY
No one could do visceral,primal, caveman sex like I could.
“Just don’t rip off this outfit, I really like it,” Ana said as we entered the bedroom.
“So do I,” I growled as I pulled her off my shoulder, holding her aloft easily in my hands.
Her eyes glazed over for a moment with a flush of desire, and I smirked with satisfaction. She was still riding the wave of the orgasm I’d given her.
“Strip, cavewoman,” I demanded as I threw her on the bed, before quickly pulling off my clothes.
I didn’t have a spare suit with me, so as much as I wanted to rip off my clothes in true caveman style, this would have to do.
Ana seemed to have some super-speed when it came to clothes removal and was waiting, naked on the bed, by the time I’d shed all my things. She lay there, like some cover model on an X-rated pulp fiction novel with her silver hair splayed around her head, silver-blue eyes pleading, and lips pouting, begging to be ravished.
She was half on her side, her chest thrust out, one hand outstretched toward me, and the other was lazily draped over her stomach, her baby finger a breath away from her curls. Her legs were open, one laying bent on the bed, the other propped up, revealing her gleaming juices all over her thighs from my aggressive fingering earlier, and that made my already rock-hard cock swell and twitch.
But I hesitated before going to her.
As much as I’d wanted to show Grey and Fen my dominance, making her mine, when I was alone with Ana, all I really wanted was forherto commandme.
Ever since she’d used that bondage gear on me in her basement, it was all I could think about.
I absentmindedly fingered my nipple-piercing as I watched Ana… and that reminded me…
“I got you a present,” I said, sliding my hand down to my cock-ring. I’d replaced the barbell with a ring, studded with small balls. It would stimulate her clit during face-to-face sex and I couldn’t wait to try it out.
Ana’s eyes widened.
I loved that look.
I climbed onto the bed and knelt next to her.
Her outstretched arm reached up, her finger sliding under the bottom of my cock, teasing me, making my chaos swirl in anticipation. I let her stroke me for a moment, savoring the feel of her small hand on me.
“I want you to get me right to the edge,” I said, voice gruff. “Like last time, when I was about to come, but you stopped me. I want to feel that exquisite pain of not being able to come as I give you rough caveman sex.”
“I like the sound of that,” she said, her lips curling in a wicked grin as she leaned forward and took the tip of my cock in her mouth.