The Incubus System Chapter 946. Tongue Play III

The Incubus System Chapter 946. Tongue Play III

Every moan, every gasp, was proof of the pleasure I was giving her. I felt a primal satisfaction in knowing I could elicit such responses from her, that I had the power to make her lose control. My own arousal grew with each passing moment, my cock straining against the confines of my jeans.

“Damian… oh God, Damian!” she cried out, her voice breaking with need.

Hearing my name on her lips like that only fueled my desire. I wanted to push her to the edge, to make her come undone beneath me. I sucked harder, my tongue flicking rapidly over her clit as I brought her closer to the brink.

Her moans reached a crescendo, her body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm. I could feel it building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped.

“Woah!” With a final, desperate cry, she came, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

I didn’t let up, continuing to lick and suck, prolonging her orgasm as much as possible. Her hands tightened in my hair, her hips bucking against my face as she rode out the intense sensations. Her juices flowed freely, and I lapped them up eagerly, savoring every drop.

When she finally came down from her high, her body went limp, her chest heaving with exertion. I pulled back, my face slick with her arousal, and looked up at her. Camila's eyes were half-closed, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

“That… was incredible,” she panted, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, a sense of pride swelling within me. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said, my voice husky with lingering desire.

She reached down, brushing a stray lock of hair from my forehead. “I think I need more,” she whispered, her eyes dark with lust.

I chuckled softly. “I will give you more,” I replied, ready to dive back in and give her everything she desired.

With a snap of my fingers, I canceled my Demon’s Clothes. In an instant, the fabric dissolved into a dark, swirling aura, evaporating around me and leaving me completely naked. My eyes remained locked on Camila, taking in the sight of her flushed face, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

My hand moved with deliberate slowness, reaching out to touch her, to claim her. I started with the straps of her dress, gently peeling them down her shoulders. The fabric slipped down her body, pooling at her waist before I pulled it free entirely. Next, my fingers found the clasp of her bra, deftly undoing it and letting it fall away, revealing her perfect breasts.

I stepped back slightly. My gaze traveled over her exposed form, drinking in every detail. Her body was a masterpiece. Her skin was still flushed from our earlier encounter, her nipples hardened to peaks, and her pussy glistened with the remnants of her arousal.

The trail of kisses I had left on her legs was a visible testament to the pleasure we had shared, and seeing it only fueled my desire for her. My lust surged, a primal need to do more than this.

With a deep, primal need surging through me, I dropped my body once again onto Camila's, our skin meeting with an electric charge that set my senses alight. My lips found hers in a fervent kiss, our tongues dancing together in a heated rhythm. But I wanted more, so much more.

I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, leaving a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses in my wake. Her breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips as I licked and nibbled at her sensitive skin, leaving small marks as I went. Each mark was a claim to the passion we shared, a sign that she was mine.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured against her skin, my voice rough with desire. Camila's response was a breathless moan, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

My journey continued downward, my lips finding her breasts. I paused to admire them, the way they rose and fell with each of her breaths. My tongue flicked out to tease a nipple, earning a gasp from Camila as her back arched off the bed. I took the hardened nub into my mouth, sucking gently before increasing the pressure, my other hand kneading her other breast.

“Oh, Damian…” she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. The sound drove me wild, a rush of heat pooling in my core as I lavished attention on her sensitive peaks. I switched between her breasts, kissing, sucking, and biting gently, leaving marks that would remind her of this moment.

I could feel her growing wetter, her arousal evident in the way her hips moved, seeking more friction. My fingers trailed down her body, slipping between her legs to find her slick entrance. I teased her folds, gathering her wetness before sliding two fingers into her pussy.

“Ah!” Camila cried out, her walls clenching around my fingers. I began to move them, curling and wriggling to hit every sensitive spot inside her. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her hips bucking against my hand as I fucked her with my fingers.

“Do you like that?” I asked, my voice a low growl as I watched her face contort with pleasure.

“Yes! Don’t stop!” she panted, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I didn’t intend to stop. I pumped my fingers faster, adding a third as I leaned down to capture her lips in another searing kiss. Her moans were muffled against my mouth, her body trembling beneath me as I drove her closer to the edge.

My thumb found her clit, circling it with firm pressure as my fingers continued their relentless assault on her inner walls. Camila’s cries grew louder, her body tensing as she neared her climax. I could feel her getting closer, her pussy tightening around my fingers in anticipation.

“Damian… I’m going to…” she gasped, unable to finish the sentence.