Page 4 of I Accidentally Summoned a Demon Boyfriend

“Don’t worry about the tools.” I brushed off his question, took a half step back for leverage, and then leapt into his arms. “Fuck me, demon.”

“I will not.” He refused my request, but he didn’t put me down.

“You say no, but you’re gripping my ass right now. Hey, this is my dream. I summoned you, which means you have to do what I want. And what I want,” I lifted in his hold to put my boobs in his face, “is to be fucked!”

I leaned in to kiss him, and he hesitated. Rarely had I been rejected by a man my mind designed, but maybe that was the twist to this dream. This was a demon. He would be hard to get. So I persisted, moving my lips against his and licking them like they were my favorite flavor of ice cream. It was after my thigh rubbed against his dick, awakening his demonic tool, that he succumbed to me.

“Dammit,” he muttered beneath my kiss, and I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face as he tossed my ass on the bed like I weighed nothing at all.

“That’s right, demon boy!” I cheered, but he stood at the foot of my bed staring at me.

“You’re intoxicated.” He shook his head at me almost like he was disappointed in me. The nerve of a demon judging me for having a drink or two.

“So what if I had a little wine?” the hiccup slipped through my lips. “I know what I want. This is my dream; you’re supposed to do what I want.”

“This is no dream.” He stepped closer to the bed.

“Whatever you say.” My brow lifted as I examined him. This has to be a dream. “I know what I want right now. That’s you, naked.”

“Are you sure what you’re asking for?” he said it as if his lower half hadn’t already betrayed him. I could tell by the sudden tightness of his pants that I wasn’t the only one who wanted it.

“What the hell are you waiting for? Strip!”

And he did. No more protest. I’d broken the resistance of the dream and took in the view of the demon man as he removed the weathered clothing from his body. The man looked amazing. Fit body, not too muscular, brawny arms and chest with a slight pudge to his stomach. It was when he dropped his pants that my mouth fell open. I’d like to say I didn’t salivate at the sight of his dick, but I did. It was large, pulsing, with the same nodules that marked his arms, only smaller and with beneficial placements. “Oh, my God.”

“Do not praise God when looking at my dick,” he ordered.

“Oh, my… devil?” I frowned and forced my eyes away from his member to look up at him. “Whoever is responsible, they did a good job.”

“I suppose that’s better.” He pulled my legs apart and dropped to his knees in front of me. “Let’s get you ready for my tool.”

“Well damn, get me ready!” My giggle quickly turned into a deep moan as his face dipped between my thighs.

Though I only saw one tongue, it felt like he had at least four working between my legs. Every time I looked down to try to catch a glimpse of what magic he was working to make it feel like he was both licking my clit and swirling his tongue inside my pussy at the same time, my eyes slammed shut with another orgasm. The man had only put in two minutes of work, and my hands were clutching the sheets like we’d been going rounds.

I squealed as he pushed my legs higher, lifting my ass just high enough for that third tongue to explore another hole, a hole I had never explored before, and dammit if it didn’t feel amazing. I gripped my legs, amazed at my own flexibility as I helped him gain access.

Next thing I knew, he flipped me over onto my stomach – ass tooted in the air – and slapped my cheeks, groaning as he watched the recoil. I looked back at him, and I swore the horns on his head grew as he stared at my ass. One hand braced the bed near my face as he leaned into me. The weight and heat of his body added to my growing excitement, and when the head of his dick pressed against my lips, my pussy started dripping, ready to accept him.

“Breathe,” his deep voice rumbled in my ear, and I almost said something smart mouth. Almost.

My eyes widened as he slowly entered me. The sensation was unlike anything I’d felt before. Inch by inch, nodule by nodule, he forced my walls to expand and mold to him. For a demon, he was gentle… at first. But the moment my pussy started throbbing, gripping around him and growing wetter, begging for more, he abandoned that gentle shit. Each thrust sent him deeper into me, and he picked up the pace so much that the headboard slammed against the wall, echoing each stroke.

Just as I adjusted to him and started pushing my ass back against him, he flipped me back over.

“I want to see your face,” he said, and a moment later he was back inside me. “Show me how much you like my tool.”

I saw a dark glint in his eyes, the lift at the corner of his lips, and then, I felt it. The nodules on his dick moved! I didn’t understand what was happening at first. This unfamiliar feeling was like a cyclone inside my pussy, better than any vibrator I’d ever had.

Encouraged by the motion, I flipped the demon onto his back, grabbed his horns, and rode him like he was the mechanical bull at the rodeo bar that always had too many women in line for me to bother trying to hop my ass up there, but this bull was all mine. I had no idea when this dream was going to end, but I was going to take every damn orgasm I could get. Hell, maybe I’d remember the details of his dick, make a new prototype, and become a millionaire when it hit the market! I bounced my ass on top of him wildly until he gripped my hips, forcing me to ease up.

“Take your time, woman,” he ordered and before I could protest, his dick revved up inside me and pushed me into another orgasm.

“Oh. My. G-” I started, but his hand covered my mouth.

“Say it again, and I won’t leave you with enough strength to even think his name,” he warned.

This time, it was me who had the devilish grin as he pulled his hand from my face. I looked him straight in those dark eyes and knew my next words would be playing with fire. Match lit!

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