Page 73 of Demons

Her scream filled the steamy shower, and I grabbed her wet hair, pulling it back so she was looking up at me. Seeing who it was that was taking that pussy. Me. It would only be me. GODDAMN, she was tight. When I pushed in harder, she let out another cry.

“That tight cunt has it all now,” I told her, brushing my lips over her cheekbone. “You’re squeezing me so good.” I licked at her open mouth. “I tried to just eat that sweet pussy. Just give you pleasure,” I explained, pulling back slowly before sinking back into the slick velvet walls bringing me a nirvana I hadn’t known was possible. “But you kept pushing me.” I nipped at her bottom lip with my teeth. “Making me do things I didn’t want to do.”

I pumped into her again. She was so hot. It was so slick. Fucking hell, I didn’t want to ever pull out of her.

“OH!” she moaned.

I watched as the pain she’d felt faded from her face. It was starting to feel good. That cherry was popped, and now, I had my own magical cunt to bury my dick in.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Stretching for me so good,” I praised her as I squeezed her ass cheeks in my hands. “How do you like being filled? Hmm? Is this what you wanted? Your cunt to be stuffed with my cock?”

“Oh God! Thatcher,” she cried and clawed at my arms.

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m gonna come,” she said.

Her mouth fell open, and she went stiff before screaming out my name and sending her gushing release all over my dick. Jerking out of her, I put her down on the ledge of the stone, giving her some more height, and spun her around.

“Hands on the wall!” I ordered.

She was gasping for breath as she placed her palms on the stone and leaned forward. I grabbed her right leg and lifted it until I could get her high enough to sink my dick back into. Just as I watched it disappear back into her tight hole, I realized there was no condom.

FUCK!

She squeezed me as she started to go off again. Bucking her ass back against me and trying to grab on to the wall. I was inside her raw. Things started to grow hazy as I felt a tightness in my chest take me. I’d never had a pussy bare. This one was coating my dick with her cream with no barrier.

My cunt!

I felt the heat in my balls and knew I was about to fill her if I didn’t get out. But I wanted it in there. Filling her up. I was clean. I got checked. My knees felt weak, and I took that one second to decide the little pill she took every morning was safe.

“FUUUCK!” I roared, slamming into her as my body convulsed.

My abs locked up tight as I began to pump my release into her. She was moaning again and clenching my cock with her tight cave.

Once I finished, I stared down at her back as she started to go limp in my hands. There was no going back from this. It was done, and she’d have to face the consequences. No one deserved what she had just claimed. But she’d taken it regardless.

My fucked-up, twisted soul was hers. Demons and all.

• Thirty-Three •

“I’ve been in your bedroom, little doll. I’ve seen your things.”

Capri

Thatcher picked me up and moved me over to the built-in bench without a word. I sank down onto it. I had no strength left in my legs to stand. He didn’t say anything as he picked up the shampoo and squeezed some into his hand, then proceeded to wash my hair.

I closed my eyes as his strong hands massaged my scalp. He worked his hands down the strands, making sure he didn’t miss a spot, then reached for a handheld water sprayer and began to rinse it. I reached up and wiped the water from my face and looked up at him. He was getting the other bottle, which I assumed was the conditioner. His eyes shifted to mine as he put some into his palm.

Without saying a word, he began running his fingers through my locks, working the conditioner in as he got out the tangles. I blinked against the water as my eyes watched his lower stomach muscles move, then followed the trail of hair that led to his still semi-hard penis. Which had been inside me.

I dropped my eyes down to my thighs and opened them a little. The thick fluid that leaked from between them took a moment to register. When it did, my head snapped up to stare at Thatcher. There had been no condom. Of course there hadn’t. We’d gotten in the shower, naked. Why hadn’t that dawned on me?

Because I had lost my mind, and all I’d wanted was to be fucked by this man. He’d given me my wish, and it had been … spectacular. It had hurt at first. Bad. But then it had turned into something else. I’d have done anything he asked of me at that moment.

His eyes met mine. He’d rinsed my hair. Did he realize he’d been inside me without a condom? I took birth control daily because my periods were awful if I didn’t. But there was more than just pregnancy to worry about. How often did he get checked?

He’d been in another woman earlier today. I winced. God, I was so stupid. How did this man make me do such irresponsible things?

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