Naked Scripts
“You were made for this, Ivy. Made for me.”
I’m sobbing, tears streaming, but my hips are already rocking, trying to take more.
He bottoms out, both cocks buried to the hilt, and I feel so full I can’t breathe.
“Feel that?” he growls, pulling back slow, ridges dragging against every nerve. “Both your holes stuffed with demon cock.”
“Yes—yes—move, please—”
He slams back in and I scream again, louder, the sound echoing inside his wings.
“That’s it,” he praises, setting a brutal pace. “Scream for your demon.”