Tempting The Devil Novels & Stories

The Devil found himself wanting something he couldn't simply buy. Someone.

“I can't hear you. Beg like you don't just want it but need it. You need daddy's hard dick inside you” Laura let out a moan, " ahh fuck.” "Yes daddy, please I need you inside me. I need your hard cock” she begged. She had lost all her senses now. All she wanted was him, she would lick the ground for it. He smirked, “That's all I needed, don't stop begging" he said as he leaned down, pushing his hard dick into her tight, wet pussy. He watched as he slipped past her pink parts, his hard veiny dick compared to her smooth parts.

In a few seconds, he was towering over me, pressing a finger on my lips to threaten me, " Sshh! Watch before you speak, Princepessa. I am not your prince charming anymore. I am the devil who is here to suck your soul. If I made you just my fuck body, what will the world call my child? An illegitimate one? In no way, I was going to allow it. Get on the bed and wait for me. I want your back to remember because I really don't wish to kiss your poisonous lips ever which fed me lies for years."

I already have enough problems on my plate to deal with, being their savior won’t bring me anything good either. “Have it,” the detrimental man said to me, snapping his fat fingers at me. I stared at a tablet that was in his hand, suspiciously as he said getting near my face, "Gulp it, yourself. You won't like my way of feeding you this.” I don’t want to know what his way would be, I gulped that tablet down my throat. I flinched away when he squeezed my ass indicating to me to join him over the stage with a crocked smile playing on his rotten mouth, and all of a sudden I felt my head growing heavier. “What did you give me?” I asked him.

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

“It involves me, and I am not interested in being part of it. I need a way to shift that attention somewhere else, and I need it to look real.” I watched her carefully as she spoke. “And that is where I come in,” I said. “Yes,” she replied. I shook my head slightly. “So you want to use me.” “I want us to use the situation,” she corrected. “You get your career back on track, and I get control over my own decisions.” “That still sounds like you are using me,” I said. “You would be using me as well,” she replied calmly. “That is the agreement.” I leaned back again and looked away for a second, trying to process everything she was saying.

She got the impression he wasn't used to being in compromising situations. "But seriously though. You probably could've asked anyone off the street, so why ask the temp?" She set her coffee cup down on the table and putting her elbows on the table rested her chin in her hands and looked at him curiously. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx James leaned back his seat and eyed Skylar for a moment. "I needed it to be a business transaction. Less complications that way." From what he had seen so far he was sure Skylar would be able to fool his mother. She carried herself well, was charming and eloquent (when she wanted to be) and the fact that she was a complete bomb

“You must not give voice to these temptations. They are tools of the devil to lead you astray.” “Is it the devil, Father?” I asked, letting my hand drift down, slowly unbuttoning the top of my blouse. The air in the booth was cool on my suddenly exposed skin. “Or is it just a woman, confessing her deepest, most secret desires? My desire is for you. I lie awake at night touching myself, thinking of you in your vestments, wondering what’s beneath them.” “My child, this is highly inappropriate—” His voice was tighter now, strained.

“You’re going to beg me to take your virginity. And when you do… I’m going to fuck you so deep and so thoroughly that you’ll never remember a time when this cunt didn’t belong to me.” I lay there trembling, pussy still pulsing, wedding gown ruined and bunched around my waist, the taste of my own arousal still on my tongue. The devil had only just begun to corrupt his angel. And I was already addicted. ---

I whispered, “you were hard the entire time I was talking, weren’t you? I could hear it in your voice. You were imagining bending me over your desk and fucking the sin out of me.” He took a step back, hitting the edge of his desk. “Angela, stop,” he growled, but his eyes dropped to my breasts for a split second. “This is temptation. The devil is using you to test me. You need to go home. Pray. Ask for forgiveness.” I smiled sweetly and took another step forward. “I don’t want forgiveness, Father. I want you to ruin me. I want you to lift my dress, shove your holy cock inside my tight little pussy, and fuck me until I scream ‘Oh God!’ for real reasons.”