I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 92
“Ugh……”
Bonita bit her finger to stifle a moan. Even though they had been intimate so often, could just a few days of abstinence make her so sensitive? Every time his tongue and lips brushed against her, her already soaked core gushed with arousal as heat bloomed. Teshiel, leaving a deep bruise on the inside of her thigh as his lips trailed down her body, glanced at it and curled his lips into a smile.
“I haven’t even touched here yet.”
Bonita’s face flushed a deep red. Teshiel reached out, pulling the finger she had bitten from her mouth, meeting her gaze as he deliberately extended his tongue, licking her c******s in a long stroke.
“Hahng……!”
How could even her moans sound so sweet? Teshiel murmured to himself, licking the arousal from his lips. Just from that, her flushed pink entrance quivered, dripping with more fluid. It was as if that inviting hole was begging to be filled to the hilt, but it had been too long. Even skipping a single day had been too much for her in the past.
Instead of pulling out his member from his pants, he buried his face between her legs and began moving his tongue. His lips wrapped around her folds, his tongue teasing her c******s as he slid a finger into her entrance.
“Ah, T- Teshiel, ah, ah……”
“Mm, Bonita.”
As Bonita called his name between ragged breaths, Teshiel answered her, pressing his lips against her core, his fingers expertly finding the places she felt the most. Bonita’s hips bucked upward, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the sheets.
“You don’t even know how adorable you are right now.”
“Teshiel…!”
Her face, already flushed, turned an even deeper shade of red. Teshiel smiled, adding a second, then a third finger. Bonita’s moans grew wetter, more drawn out. When she bit her lip and looked down between her legs, their eyes met, his golden gaze heated with desire. It was as if he were ready to devour her whole as he continued licking, thrusting, and teasing her core.
“Ah, hah, haang…!”
The moment she saw his fierce, intensely sensual gaze, she was pushed into yet another climax. Her back arched uncontrollably, her entrance pulsing in time with her heartbeat. Without realizing it, her hand reached out, tangling in Teshiel’s hair. The strands, warm with his heat, were softer than they looked, the sensation strangely exhilarating as they twisted around her fingers.
Teshiel’s eyes curved into a smile.
“…Ah.”
Realizing what she had done, Bonita gasped, quickly pulling her hand away. But before she could fully retreat, her hand was caught by Teshiel’s other hand. Without breaking eye contact, he kissed the hand, his lips trailing from her palm, over her wrist, to the inside of her elbow, before finally reclaiming her lips.
“Mmh…!”
Teshiel’s tongue ravaged her mouth, and even then, his fingers didn’t stop their slick rhythm inside her. As Bonita’s body continued to respond to him, her face was overtaken by pleasure.
‘Ah… it feels so good… so good.’
She was overwhelmed with happiness. That Teshiel wanted her this much made her indescribably happy.
After Bonita reached another climax, his hand slipped away from between her legs. As he showered her with kisses, Teshiel tore at his shirt. He stripped completely, revealing his ferocious desire. Bonita gasped, her face reddening as she turned her gaze away and parted her legs.
Just as Teshiel was about to enter her, he stopped at the sight. He licked his lips, gazing down at her. The way she now spread her legs so willingly, a stark contrast to the early days when it had taken a firm hand just to get her to part them, made his heart swell with love.
Teshiel didn’t move, and Bonita gently bit her lip.
“Teshiel… please…”
She pleaded, her face flushed bright red, as her delicate fingers spread her folds apart. Her core, drenched and flushed with excitement, pulsed invitingly. Bonita glanced at him from the corner of her eye, speaking a bit more clearly.
“Please, put it in…”
That was as much as Teshiel could take his time enjoying. The smile vanished from his face. With both hands, he pressed down firmly on Bonita’s pale thighs, which she had spread wide herself, and muttered.
“As you wish.”
