Page 52 of I Accidentally Summoned a Demon Boyfriend

“I still don’t think it’s smart for us to pursue this. I mean, this is nice. Your visits, the food, the talking. It’s all nice, but how long can we realistically keep this up? How far can a relationship go when you’re not from my world and I’m not from yours?”

“A lot of heavy questions.” He nodded. “Is this how you do your dates? All the questions of the future laid out in one swift blow?”

“Come on, that’s not fair.” I pulled my shirt back on. “You left me for a week. Of course, I came up with a laundry list of things to discuss.”

“True.” He leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees and sighed. “I’ve had the same questions while away from you. In that time, I came up with very few viable answers as to how we make this work. All I know is that I want to try. Don’t you?”

“Yes, but…”

“But what?”

“They already have me on the psych watch list as it is.” I chuckled, but there was nothing funny about it. “I don’t know if I want to put myself through this.”

“If this is too much for you, I will leave, Rayna.” Metice turned to me, the soft light from the television illuminating half his face. “I’m not that selfish, at least not with you. I won’t hurt you like that.”

“The smart thing for me to do right now would be to tell you to go, sever the bond and go our separate ways.” I chewed on my lip.

“But…” He waited for me to finish the thought.

“There’s this thing about knowing the smart thing to do and then actually doing it.” I sighed. “The smart thing doesn’t always feel like the right thing.”

“Isn’t it funny how that works?” The grin spread across his face before he shifted his weight and pulled me back into his arms. “Let’s be foolish together, Rayna.”

My name on his lips was all I needed to convince myself. Call me dumb, but that was enough. His deep voice wrapped around the letters of my name and pulled me into submission. And just like that, his hands returned to my body, slipping beneath my bra to tease my nipple.

He grabbed my arm and guided me to stand in front of him before he leaned back on the couch to look at me.

“Strip for me, Rayna,” he directed me.

A soft shiver ran across my flesh. There weren’t many men who could direct me sexually, but something about Metice made me want to give in. With his eyes watching me intensely, I slowly removed the layers of fabric that hid my flesh. My top, my bra, and the leggings all hit the floor, leaving me standing in front of him in just my panties.

“Let me see that pretty pussy.” He turned me around and smacked my ass. “Bend over and grab your ankles.”

I bent over and wrapped my hands around my ankles, looking through my spread legs. I could see the hungry grin on his face.

He slid my panties to the side and slowly slipped two fingers into me before his tongue found my clit.

“Hold that ass open.” He pulled my hands back to grip my ass, and his tongue moved from my pussy to my asshole.

“Oh God!” I cried out, and that got me a slap on the ass. “Fuck, sorry,” I laughed.

“You’ll learn,” he growled before he bit my cheek.

Bent over, I could see his dick growing, strangled by the fabric of his pants.

“I want to see you,” I moaned. “Take your dick out.”

He slipped his hand into his pants and slowly revealed his full length, then I watched as he stroked himself with long, deliberate passes up and down his shaft. I reached back and tried to help, but he slapped my hand away.

“Don’t touch. Just watch,” he said as he continued stroking himself and devouring me, drinking my juices as I came.

Before the orgasm ended, he stood and slipped his dick inside me, holding me in place as he expanded against my tightness. I pushed back on him, urging him to fuck me. He complied, grabbing my forearms and controlling my motions. He had me on my toes as he pounded into me, one hand gripping both arms behind my back, the other smacking either side of my ass.

“Oh, she’s ready for me,” he growled and flipped me around until I was on the couch, bent over, where he continued to fuck me from behind until I came and collapsed on my stomach.

I could hear his admiration, soft moans as he rubbed my ass while I rested. I wanted him. All I could think about was tasting his dick. I turned on him and pushed him back on the couch, dropping my eyes to his dick dripping with my orgasm.

“You want to taste me, don’t you?” He grabbed my face and rubbed his thumb across my lips. “Tell me you want my dick in your mouth, Rayna.”

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