The Demon of My Dreams - Sex Stories

The Demon of My Dreams

... his eyes. Golden embers smoldering within pits of molten black, glowing in unnatural light. So strange, yet so beautiful. Pulling me in, his warmth brought me from my praising thoughts. His body was hard, yet smooth. It fit to me perfectly, bringing about the problem that it was not close enough. Breathing in his otherworldly smell of bonfire and salt, I pushed away. Looking into his mesmerizing eyes, I slowly imagined my clothing gradually dematerializing. I knew it was working as his eyes lit with lava, making me smile. A hitch in his breath mad it obvious that my breasts had fallen free. Finishing with my underwear, I watched as all thoughts seemed to leave him and his eyes glazed over. The tent in his black pants showed that his desire was very real, and that I was just helping it along. Seeing a smirk on my face as well as noticing where my eyes had wandered, he chose a different method in undressing. One moment I was staring at his black-clad crotch, next I'm seeing him in all his glory. Hung well and shamelessly tan, his erection stood at attention. Laughing at my facial expression, I swallowed, and looked him in the eye, daring him; before my eyes wandered. He was perfectly proportional, his muscles showing strength but not to the point of distasteful. His skin tan everywhere my look fell. Straight black hair fell around his chizelled face, a color matching his ebony, happy trail. The path that led to his most impressive feature, his long, stiff cock. Finishing my ...

... inspection, I found myself staring into his pretty orbs as I waited for his next move. Patience isn't my strongest skill, so I was grateful when I didn't have to use it. One moment I was in the middle of the room, the next I was on my back in bed. His lips closing over mine as he ground his hips into me. Pleasure was washing over me. I began moaning into his mouth. Lifting one of my legs, I settled him more squarely between my thighs, loving the feel of his erection rubbing against my clitoris. Juices mixing as the lustful fever took over. Driving home in the heat of passion, I was stretched to accommodate his girth. Moving in hard, pounding thrusts, he sent me over the edge again and again. His fucking felt like it very well might kill me, but I relished in the pleasure, not caring. His words found me in a daze. "You're holding together quite nicely. I usually have killed my partner by now. Get me to ejaculate and I will save you. I will strengthen you farther than any other possibly could. SO you may want to try a little." His callous attitude made me find a depth of strength hidden within. Determined to win and survive, I began squeezing my inner muscles as my hands and nails raked over him in a new found giddiness. My mouth latched onto his pink, male nipple, laving and sucking. My attempts weren't in vain as he began to move and thrust into me with a blur. Trying even harder than ever, I worked to fight off the orgasm that had begun to build all over again. I knew that with ...