Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 03 by All Knight Long Page A

quit asking me
that.”
    He ignored her embarrassment and reached down to slip
a finger inside her, noting the heat of her swollen lips and inner tissues—and
the liquid that drenched her channel. Lily had worked herself into a state of
high arousal as she’d conducted her “investigation”.
    He swirled his finger around, watching her face for
signs of pain, but Lily closed her eyes and sighed. Her areolas dimpled. Her
nipples constricted and elongated. Joe’s mouth watered. “I think you can take
me,” he whispered.
    “Damn right.” She rose on her knees and grasped his
cock in her fist.
    With his thumbs pressing her lips apart, Joe did his
part to ensure her comfort, reducing the friction between his cock and her
plump labia.
    Lily centered her entrance over his fleshy head. Then
she sank, taking him inches inside her. Her indrawn breath expanded her chest
and his gaze zeroed in on her luscious, pouting nipples. She rose and sank
deeper.
    Her breath quickened and Lily leaned forward to brace
her hands against his chest. With a determined cant of her chin, she lowered
herself, taking nearly half his length inside.
    His jaw hard as granite, he bit out, “Faster.” He
released the folds of her cunt and glided his hands up to her breasts,
squeezing them in his palms. “Faster, baby.”
    Lily’s face was mottled red, her lips trembling—inches
from her orgasm. She snuggled her knees closer to his hips and bounced
tentatively on his cock, a moan breaking from throat.
    The lenses of her glasses misted over and he pulled
them from her nose, setting them on the nightstand. He leaned up to kiss her
shoulder, and her back arched, bringing her breast to his lips. He latched onto
one tight nipple and sucked hard.
    She cried out, gliding her hot cunt all the way down
his cock. Joe’s head nearly exploded. His hands circled her back and reached
for her buttocks, gripping her hard, shoving her hips down, then sliding them
forward and back to grind his short hairs against her clit.
    “Joe! I can’t move. Can’t—” Her voice broke on a
groan.
    He bit her nipple gently, sucking the tender tip
between his teeth then swirling his rough tongue to increase the pleasure.
    Lily’s hips jerked and her thighs shuddered over his
hips. He could sense her orgasm building sweet tension in her body. With his
hands gripping her round bottom he raised her, then slammed her down as he
thrust his hips upward, stabbing deep into her core.
    She screamed. Her fingernails dug crescents into his
shoulders. Her eyes closed and a wash of fiery color spread over her breasts
and cheeks.
    Joe felt his own climax rising from his thighs,
slamming though his balls and dick to shoot a geyser of cum inside her body.
    He held her hips flush to his for several long
moments, circling her body on his cock, prolonging her orgasm until the
convulsions milking his sex grew fainter. Finally, Lily collapsed over his
chest, nuzzling her face into the corner of his shoulder.
    Joe caressed her back, soothing her while her jagged
breaths grew even and her racing heart calmed. Finally, his own heart slowed
and he receded below the layers of his dreams. This time he watched through
misted glass as a girl with whiskey-colored hair pleasured herself.
    Lily sang while she showered, confident the vamp
wouldn’t wake again to hear her off-key warbling. Her fingers itched to start
putting some of what she’d learned into her computer, but first things first.
    She had to make an appointment with Madame Leveque and
shop for a dinner suitable for a vampire. He’d asked her not to go out alone,
but it was still daylight. Weren’t werewolves nocturnal creatures as well?
    As she stood before her mirror, she suffered long
moments of indecision. Hair, up or down? Makeup, her usual careless swipe of
pale pink lipstick or a full face?
    She wrinkled her nose at her reflection and decided
not to take special pains with her appearance. Who was she kidding? Femme
fatale, she