Page 26 of I Accidentally Summoned a Demon Boyfriend

“You asked for it.” He smiled, and the plate behind me hit the floor.

“The steak.” I pouted.

“You want steak or dick?” He dropped his pants, revealing the heaving length. “I can go get you another piece of meat if that’s what you prefer.”

“Dick. I choose dick.” I nodded and licked my lips.

He pushed me back on the table and removed my pants.

“Let’s get you ready.” He dropped in front of me and had a different meal.

“Dammit!” I slapped the table with my hand and moaned as he used that split tongue on me. It rolled over my clit and slipped both in my pussy and my asshole. Within minutes, I came so hard, I kicked the chair over. “Yes! Please! Don’t stop.”

But he did stop. After my second orgasm, Metice stood in front of me, horns erect as he removed his shirt, a black button up. Completely naked, he grabbed my hips and slid me down the table and onto his dick. He slipped inside and held me there.

“What are you doing?” I squirmed.

Metice picked up the glass of wine and took a sip.

“I’m savoring it.” He pulled me forward until I was sitting up, dick still inside me, and placed the cup to my lips. “You should too.”

I drank from the cup, holding eye contact as the warm liquid moved down my throat. Next, he grabbed my plate, the one that hadn’t hit the floor, and picked up the steak. He held it to my lips. “Eat.”

I bit into the steak as ordered, and while I ate, he pulled my tit into his mouth and teased my nipple with his teeth. He moved between my breasts, and the sensation combined with the taste of the food became so overwhelming, I came again.

As I moaned with my orgasm, I pulled his head away from my chest and fed him the rest of the steak. Metice ate as his dick revved inside me, rotating in my pussy and rolling over my g-spot. I rocked my hips and gripped the edge of the table.

“Metice,” I moaned his name and pushed against him.

“Yes, Rayna?” He swallowed the last bite of meat. “Tell me what you want.”

“I can’t take it anymore.” I grabbed his hips pulling him further into me. “Give it to me.”

“Give what to you? I’m already inside of you,” he teased.

“You know what I mean.”

“Do I?” He pushed me back on the table and lifted my legs to his shoulders. His dick slowly slipped from me until just the tip remained inside, and then he thrust forward, slamming back into me. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes!” I cried. “God yes!”

“What did I tell you?” He pounded into me again. “Do.” Pound. “Not.” Pound. “Praise.” Pound. “Your.” Pound. “God.”

He flipped me on my stomach and held my arms to my side as reins to control his thrusts.

"You know my name. Use it," he ordered.

"Metice." His name passed my lips in a deep moan.

He leaned down and bit into my shoulder. "Louder."

"Oh. Fuck. Metice!" I cried out. "Yes. Fuck me, Metice."

He pulled the plate over, putting his fingers in the potatoes and then in my mouth. “Suck.”

He ordered, and I did. I ate the food from his fingers, using my tongue to clean every morsel. Then, he stopped, pulled me from the table, and put me on my knees.

"Suck," he instructed.

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