Succubi Chapter 154. Like Fire and Arrogance I
My cock hardened fully now, pulsing, thick in the air between us, a clear bead forming at the tip. She didn't rush. She just leaned close again, tongue out, and tasted it.
"Oh f—" I bit my lip.
She hummed like it was delicious. Like I was a snack she'd been craving all week.
"You taste like heat," she whispered, her lips brushing against me again. "Like fire and arrogance. I love it."
I couldn't even reply. My brain fuzzed. Pride was flaring again, but not in anger, not even in dominance.
It was pleasure.
It was power.
She made me feel worshiped, even when she was the one taking control. And that was the danger of Evelyn. She didn't just seduce you, she let you think you were still in charge.
And maybe I was. Kind of.
"Use your mouth," I said, my voice darker now. Hoarser. "All of it."
She obeyed.
Her lips parted, and this time she didn't just tease. She slid down, slowly, carefully, taking me in. The wet heat of her mouth closed around the tip first, then deeper, her tongue curling along the underside as she moved. Inch by inch.
I groaned again, lower this time. My hands gripped the sheets hard. My hips tried not to buck. But her mouth? Her tongue?
She was too good.
Too warm.
Too intentional.
She took me halfway, then pulled back slowly, letting her lips drag with a soft suction that made my entire body tense. Then she went again, deeper this time, and one of her hands massaged me below, gentle, rhythmic, possessive.
It was maddening.
Succubi didn't just kiss.
They consumed.
Evelyn's tongue moved like she was painting pleasure directly into my nerves. Her mouth adjusted pressure with inhuman precision, lips tight, jaw relaxed, breath steady through her nose. Every time I thought I was used to it, she changed tempo, angle, depth.
She knew what she was doing.
And she was enjoying every second.
When she pulled off for a second, a long strand of saliva stretched from her lips to the tip of my shaft. She caught it with her tongue, slow and dirty.
"You're holding back," she said, breathless, voice thick with heat.
I growled. "So are you."
She smiled.
"Not for long."
Then she went back down.
And this time?
She didn't stop.
Her mouth worked me with steady intention now, no teasing pauses, no playful breaks. Just rhythm. Heat. Purpose. Her lips sealed, tongue pressing and gliding in ways that made my spine tense and my breath come out broken. The wet warmth, the pressure, the way her hands kept me grounded while her mouth made everything else disappear, it was too much.
My cock throbbed hard, fully awake, pulsing against her mouth. My hips rocked without permission this time, chasing the movement, chasing release.
"Evelyn—" I sucked in a sharp breath as sensation spiked suddenly, her tongue flicking just right, her grip tightening just enough.
I was close. Way too close.
A tight coil snapped inside my chest. Pride flared violently, not as anger, but as refusal.
No.
Not yet.
I growled and reached down, fingers tangling in her hair, not to pull her away roughly, just enough to make her pause. She looked up instantly, eyes glassy, lips swollen, breath heavy.
I was shaking.
"Stop," I said. Firm. Commanding.
She froze.
Then she smiled, slow and sinful. "You're almost there."
"I know," I said through clenched teeth. "And I'm not letting it end like that."
Her eyes darkened further, pupils blown wide. Anticipation flared across her face like fire catching oil.
"Get on top of me," I ordered. "Ride me. Touch yourself while you do."
The room went very, very quiet.
Her breath hitched.
"…You're serious," she whispered.
I held her gaze. "Say yes."
She swallowed. Then nodded, voice barely steady. "Yes."
She climbed over me, movements slower now, reverent. The heat of her body hovered over mine. Her hands braced on my chest as she positioned herself, thighs pressing into my sides, breath trembling as she lined herself up.
I could feel the tension in her. The hesitation. The thrill.
Her fingers slipped between her own thighs, touching herself experimentally, drawing a sharp breath at the sensation. She made a soft, scandalous sound, half gasp, half moan, that nearly broke me on the spot.
"Evan…" she breathed, voice unsteady but eager. "I've never…"
I growled. "Look at me."
She did.
Her gaze was fierce now. Wild. Sexy in a way that made my vision blur at the edges.
Then she lowered herself.
One smooth, decisive movement.
The feeling was overwhelming, heat and tightness wrapping around me all at once, my cock engulfed so completely my breath punched out of my chest. The sensation snapped something feral loose in my skull.
"Ah~!" she cried out, sharp and breathless, hands clutching at my shoulders as her body reacted instinctively. The sound she made wasn't quiet. It wasn't restrained.
It was raw.
And it almost made me lose control right there.
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