Immortal Truths: A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance (An Angel and Her Demons Book 2) by Lacey Andersen (best affordable ebook reader TXT) 📕

“Where?” Tristan asked.

“I can’t say for sure, but I know enough to be able to show Surcy where to go.”

Daniel parted her folds and started to stroke her there, sliding along her wet body. He avoided her clit, just circled and circled it, driving her wild. She spread her legs wider and set her coffee down, gripping the edge of the table.

“Do we know what kind of Immortal it is?” Daniel asked, and she hated how normal he sounded.

She could barely hear Mark’s response over her panting. “Some kind of shifter god. The images that keep flashing in my mind don’t… they don’t make sense, but I’m thinking I might understand them when we get there.”

Daniel ran a soft finger over her clit, and she bit down a moan. Then, his finger continued on, sliding into her.

She was going to lose her mind. She wanted to buck against him. To ride him. But she knew Mark and Tristan couldn’t find out what they were doing. If they did, all hell would break loose.

“So what’s the plan?” Daniel asked, and she swore there was a husky quality to his voice.

She bit down on a string of curses when he added a second finger to the first and began to slowly plunge in and out of her. Every muscle in her body twitched and squeezed, needing more. Needing release.

Mark adjusted his glasses and drained the rest of his coffee, before setting it down. “I need Tristan’s help with a few things, but then we should teleport right there. Maybe this afternoon?”

She nodded, swallowing down her building desire. “Sounds like… a plan.”

Daniel pulled his fingers free, then squeezed her clit while she dug her nails into the edge of the table. “Surcy and I will get ready then.”

Mark nodded and rose.

Daniel put her underwear back into place and finished his coffee.

She stayed sitting, her legs trembling. She waited until Mark and Tristan left through the front door before she was able to breathe.

With Mark and Tristan gone, she turned to Daniel. “That was a dick move.”

In response, he stood, his massive erection right in front of her face. “Want to even the score?”

Damn it. She should tell him no, but she was already reaching for him. Stroking his head through his dark boxers, she loved that precum already coated the material. Pushing the boxers to the side, she pulled him out of one side and leaned forward, taking his tip into her mouth.

His hand dug into the back of her hair and he pulled her onto her knees, forcing himself deeper. Her arousal roared like a fire as he began to fuck her mouth like a man desperate for release.

When he looked on the edge of exploding, he froze, his eyes opening. “You feel so fucking good, you know that?”

Reaching out, he tugged down her shirt. Her braless breasts came out of the top of her tanktop and he swore, pinching the tips. She gasped, and he shoved his dick deeper into her mouth. She gagged around him, and his grip on her nipples grew harder.

“You like it when I fuck you like this don’t you?”

She nodded.

“You like taking my cock deep?” He pulled himself out of her mouth.

It took her a second to answer. “Yes.”

He took his shaft and moved it between her breasts, grasping her mounds and pulling them around him. “You want me to fuck your breasts?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“I want you to touch yourself when I do it.”

She nodded, sliding one hand into her underwear. She wasn’t surprised to find herself wet, and sensitive, every stroke of her fingers sent desire shooting through her.

And all the while, he slammed his cock between her breasts like a declaration.

“I own you,” he groaned. “Say it.”

“You own me,” she panted.

“Open your mouth.”

She did. Every time he slid between her breasts, his tip entered her mouth. She stroked herself harder and harder, aching for release. Aching for him inside of her.

At last, he pulled back. Grabbing her arm, he yanked her into the kitchen. Pushing her over the counter, he tore her shorts and underwear off.

“Spread your legs.”

She did.

He gripped her thighs and eased into her wet body from behind.

“Stroke your clit,” he ordered.

She reached down and began to stroke herself, even though her muscles were twitching, as if overloaded.

His big cock pushed further, deeper, and she gasped. He was so big. But from behind… he was massive, filling her in a way that was almost painful.

When he came to his hilt, he kissed her back, and then, pulled out, before slamming back in. He rode her like a wild man while she chanted his name. His shaft sent her inner muscles tensing, squeezing, and the feeling was indescribable.

When she began to grind against her fingers and bounce against his dick, her orgasm came like a wave, and she couldn’t stop. It felt so good. Too damn good.

Her vision went white, and she kept screaming his name, squeezing him as she rode the waves of her pleasure.

When he finally came, shouting her name, she swore his warm cum sent her over the edge once more. After several long moments of him plunging in and out, and her riding him like a wild animal, stretched beyond comfort, he fell on top of her.

For a long time, they stayed like that, with him still buried inside of her, breathing hard.

When he pulled out, he gave her ass a slap, and said. “You are one amazing lay. Now, better shower and get dressed.”

He turned and walked away.

She rose up onto her elbows and watched him as he grabbed his boxers and disappeared into his room. She’d wanted this to be about just sex, and nothing else. She’d wanted a way to feel more human without involving feelings, and Daniel had given her exactly that.

So why did her stomach twist as she watched him walk away? Why did she feel alone as she gathered her clothes and went to her room?

This was what she wanted… right?

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