Page 22 of The Devil You Know

“My gift?” Michael looked puzzled. “Did you book us a vacation here? Or... oh, you bought that cabin so we have a summer home as well?”

“No, silly. I bought you an island.”

Blue eyes widened in shock, then turned into moon shapes of happiness, the corners creasing with laughter lines.

“You are the one who is silly,” Michael said fondly, looking around in wonder, taking in the tropical trees, the shore of the small island curving out of sight, critters playing in the sand, the beautiful color of the sea. “Don’t you have enough of being on a deserted island already?”

“I have some good memories connected to that experience,” I said, hugging Michael from behind and settling my chin on his shoulder. “And many ideas we couldn’t implement previously.”

“Oh? Like what?” Michael asked a bit breathlessly.

“Like letting you bask in the sun while I preen your wings. Do you want anything specific?” I asked coyly.

“Yes. Lucifer, I want you to fuck me so hard I cry.”

Molten heat spread through me.

“And here I was, trying to be romantic.”

“There’s nothing more romantic than your partner allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of you, is there?” Michael murmured, turning in my arms so we faced each other. “Or your partner dedicating yourself to your pleasure, making you come again, and again—”

I dragged Michael to the cabin. Fucking on the beach was all fun and good, but not when I planned to keep Michael coming for hours, until he was absolutely covered in cum. We didn’t need to add sand to that. Impatient, I pressed Michael against the wall of the house and tore at his pants, not caring that the fabric ripped under my fingernails, only focusing on my goal of getting my hand on the angel’s dick as soon as possible.

When my fist closed over his rapidly hardening cock and set a harsh, fast pace, Michael’s knees nearly buckled. Firmly, I gripped his chin and made him keep eye contact with me as I kept the brutal rhythm up, until his breaths were coming in short gasps, each sounding more and more like moans that didn’t have the time to emerge before the next wave of pleasure slammed into him, the repetition of unrelenting bliss making him shake, fingers clawing at the wooden wall he was caught against.

I made it too fast, too hard, too much.

And I knew Michael loved it, as he shook apart under my hands, giving me the first cry of the night. I was going to collect those, compare how each differed, note how each grew more desperate. I couldn’t wait to get to know them all.

Michael was still coming down from his orgasm, so I scooped him up and princess-carried him to the bed. As soon as he was splayed like a feast in front of me I started once more, this time making Michael spread his legs so that my fingers could open him up. The lube I used was pre-warmed by my body as I carried it with me, so I knew his shudder was at the feeling of the intimate invasion and not the cold. It was wonderful to finally set carefulness aside, but I still enjoyed spending long minutes stretching his hole, preparing him for me, dragging out the anticipation of being possessed in the most intimate way. Only then I pressed inside.

I didn’t bother with taking off my clothes, merely unzipping myself and shoving my pants low enough to get the job done. The first thrust made a shock of electricity pass through both of us. Once more on an island, I was reminded of the difference between how it felt when I had a human body and now. Both sensations were different, not necessarily better than the other, but having the experience to compare made this moment so thrilling, so intoxicating.

For example, Michael’s cock was stirring once more, while in our human bodies we usually had to content ourselves with only one round or work hard for a second go. I shifted and made my next thrust hit the angel’s prostate to watch his cock jump, a drop of precum already gathering at the engorged tip. The way Michael surged up to claw at my back was an additional bonus. I regretted being clothed for a moment, imagining how those sharp fingernails would rake red lines down my back, marking my skin.

“Ah, c’mon, fuck me hard,” a gasping voice demanded.

“What’s the magic word?” I teased.

“Thank you? Please? Sir? You can have them all just fuck me! There! Yes! Y-yes! Oh... nnn,” I slammed into him, wrenching sounds of pleasure from his throat until he wasn’t able to produce full words, only broken moans and whimpers.

His hole clamped around me as if it wanted to keep my cock inside forever when Michael’s spine bowed, his head thrown back as an orgasm overtook him, white cum decorating his pale body in long pulses of drawn-out bliss.

Michael collapsed against the sheets, his chest heaving up and down. The smell of him spending twice hung in the air, the musky aroma making my head spin with want. My cock was still hard inside the angel, but I pulled it out. I laid down next to my lover and kissed him sweetly. Once some lucidity returned to his gaze I flipped him to be on top of me.

“Take what you want, angel. It’s high time I put you to work. I’m afraid if I wait any longer you will be just a drooling mess with no coordination, just a hole for me to fuck—”

“You think I’m not a mess already?” Michael panted out, his eyes blown wide.

Despite saying that, he reached eagerly for my cock and spread his legs to position his hole over my hardness. Then he dropped himself onto my cock.

“Fuck!” I swore at the sudden tightness all around me and gripped Michael’s hips as he used his angelic body to take me to the root in one push.

The angel rode me like there was no tomorrow, even though it looked like the oversensitivity after two orgasms was starting to hurt. Still, he chased the third with a one track mind, just gagging for it. It was a treat to see him bouncing on my big, hard cock, his face slack with pleasure, his hips writhing to hit that special place. A tiny noise escaped him every time he found it, his breath punched out from his lungs and echoing along with the dirty slap of his skin against mine.

“I’m so close,” Michael whimpered. “So... ah... s-so close.”

“Do you need help, darling?” I asked magnanimously.

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