Page 53 of I Accidentally Summoned a Demon Boyfriend

“Yes.” I licked my lips and lowered myself until I was eye to eye with the tip. “I want to suck that beautiful dick.”

“Open that pretty mouth,” he said, and I did.

He rubbed the tip of his dick against my lips, and my mouth watered.

“Stick your tongue out,” he said, and again, I did as he wanted.

Metice rubbed the thick head across my tongue, and it vibrated against my lips. That was it. I couldn’t hold back. I pulled him into my mouth, sucking and running my tongue in spirals as I did.

“Fuck!” he called out and wrapped his hands in my hair, softly tugging the two-day old braid out. “Mmm, suck it!”

I continued until I felt him tense. “I’m about to come,” he announced, and I slowed.

This wasn’t over. I needed him to last longer. Slowly, I pulled him from my mouth and climbed onto his lap. I rocked my hips, rubbing my pussy lips up and down his shaft until the tension left his body. Then, I lifted my hips and slid him inside of me, pausing just as he was buried to the hilt.

We kissed, and he massaged my back as my hands ran the length of his horns. Though I couldn’t explain why, his horns turned me on. The more I stroked them, the wetter I became. Though I didn’t move, my walls pulsated around him, and he revved in response.

He pulled me back just enough to put my titty in his mouth.

“You like that, huh?” I asked as he teased my nipple with his teeth.

“What can I say?” He smiled around my nipple. “I’m a breast man, and your tits are so beautiful.”

When he switched to the other side, I started bouncing my ass on his dick. His hands gripped my hips and aided my efforts as his hips lifted beneath me. We stayed like that, tit in mouth, dick riding, until we both came.

Metice then carried me upstairs while still inside me, and I won’t lie, I was afraid he would drop my big ass, but he didn’t. He easily took the stairs, opened my bedroom, and laid me on the bed. By the time my back hit the mattress, he was ready to go again.

This time was different, sweeter. Metice nuzzled his face into my hair and neck as his weight pressed down on me. He slowly slipped in and out of me, letting me savor every inch of him. The kisses were deeper, the touches more intentional.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered in my ear as he continued. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

And I came, over and over again.

When he finished, I lay there exhausted, catching my breath. Buck naked, he stood, covered me with the sheet, and headed for the bathroom. I lay there in disconnected bliss as he drew me a bath, popping his head out only once for instructions on how to put the back pillow in the tub. I heard him curse at least four times while trying to get the suction cups to take.

When the bath was full. He returned to me, picked me up from the bed, and took me to the tub. He didn’t join me. He let me soak and sat next to me, quietly washing my body. Then—I almost lost it when he did this—he detangled and twisted my hair! I couldn’t believe it. This man, no, this demon, was gently combing my hair and putting in near-perfect two-strand twists while I soaked in a lavender-scented tub. It was too good to be true, but I didn’t fight it.

Just as the water chilled, he helped me from the tub, dried my body off, and wrapped me in a towel to carry me back to the bed. I’d never had such care, and after the sex we had, the aggression, it felt nice to know he was capable of being so gentle with me.

He turned me into my bed and, when he was sure I was comfortable, headed to take a shower. By the time he returned, I was already drifting off to sleep. The heat of his body, the soft purr of his breath, was all I needed. A moment later, head on his chest and his hand on my ass, I passed out.

When I woke, he was gone, but breakfast was on the table: a bowl of fruit, scrambled eggs, and toast. I made myself a cup of coffee and checked my phone. I had one missed call from my mother and a message in the group chat talking about getting together.

“Yeah, I’ll fall for that again,” I muttered and put the phone down.

I felt the surge, that feeling of tension that announced a visitor from another world.

“Couldn’t stay away, huh?” I turned around, and the cup crashed against the floor, sending hot coffee everywhere.

It wasn’t Metice.

12

Crazy Ex-Girlfriends

“Son of a bitch!” I hopped back from the splash and rubbed my leg where the hot liquid touched me. I was definitely going to have a blister after that.

“Guess I’m not who you were expecting?” The green giant stood in my kitchen wearing brown leather head to toe and watching me with a smirk on her face. “I should have expected as much. It’s not as if I come here as much as some other demons.”

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