STORY 65 – FUCKING DEAL WITH A DEMON (III)

His mouth drops to my breast and his lips close around my nipple, and the heat of his mouth is searing, right at the edge of too much, and his tongue is long enough to wrap around the peak and squeeze while he sucks and I scream because the combination of heat and pressure and the impossible length of his tongue creates a sensation that surpasses human capabilities.He bites my nipple and the sting has fire in it – literal warmth that blooms from the bite through my breast and down into my pussy, and I feel myself drip, my underwear going from damp to soaked in a single pulse.He lifts his head, and I know he can feel it too, because his nostrils flare, his coal-red eyes brighten, and his mouth curves with a hunger that feels like it has been eating since before the pyramids were sand."Lie on the floor," he says with authority, and I instantly lie back on my living room floor.My coffee table is shoved aside by a sweep of his hand that moves it six feet without touching it, and the n

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STORY 65 – FUCKING DEAL WITH A DEMON (IV)

He fucks me and the floor shakes. The hardwood vibrates with each thrust, the candles jump, the pictures on my walls shift on their nails. His hips drive into me with a force that should hurt and doesn't because the heat stays ahead of the impact, softening everything it touches, and his cock is hitting places inside me that I didn't know existed, and each stroke sends a pulse of warmth through my entire body that wipes the previous thought clean and replaces it with sensation.My brain goes quiet. He promised it would, and it does – the internal commentary that has scored every experience I've ever had goes silent. My body takes over entirely. My hips meet his thrusts, my legs wrap around a waist that's hot enough to redden the skin of my calves, my pussy grips his cock with a hunger that feels ancestral, older than me."Harder," I hear myself say, and the word comes from somewhere below my chest, because my brain is offline and my body is doing the talking.He gives me harder. His h

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STORY 65 – FUCKING DEAL WITH A DEMON (V)

"I can't –""You can. Human men have been underusing you."His hips slow, and his cock stays deep, and he rolls inside me, grinding the head of him against my G-spot while the base presses my clit and the shadow hands return, one at each breast, and the stimulation comes from five directions simultaneously. "There's no count. There's just the next one."It builds from somewhere below my stomach, deeper than the others, from a place I genuinely did not know had nerve endings, and it rises through my body in a slow wave that heats everything it touches, my blood going hot, my skin going bright, the amber glow intensifying until I can see the ceiling by my own light. When it hits, it's a sustained release that pours through me in a continuous flow, my pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock in a rhythm that goes on long enough to lose count, and his composure finally shatters.He cums inside me finally, and I feel it. His cum is hot – scorching even – and it fills me and keeps fil

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STORY 65 – FUCKING DEAL WITH A DEMON (III)

STORY 65 – FUCKING DEAL WITH A DEMON (IV)

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