Page 4 of Homecoming: The Devil's Society

Chilled hands on my cock send a shiver up my spine. My eyes are still on her, but her eyes are now focused elsewhere.

Licking her lips, her tongue brushes my tip and laps my piercing, toying with me.

A low growl leaves me. “Suck.”

Her lips slide slowly as her tongue continues to tease me, licking the underside as she begins to take me all the way to the back of her mouth.

Reaching down, I gather her loose, dark long hair into my hands, holding it up for her at the back of her head.

“Such a good girl for me, little bat.”

My eyes hood as I watch her, and her lips plump as they wrap around me. I can feel my piercing rub against her throat as she takes me deep. Gagging briefly, some drool drips from her bottom lip onto her chin. Unable to help myself, I take control. The sight of her like this always sends me into a frenzy.

With my hands still tangled in her hair, I hold her head as I begin to rapidly thrust myself into her mouth. Her teeth graze me. She has the power here, not me. One move is all it takes for her to be biting down on me, with blood from my cock spilling out of her mouth with that devious look in her eye, fuck me. The tease is thrilling and she fucking knows it.

Continuing my assault on her mouth, her hands grip my thighs and a stream of tears fall from her eyes.

“I’m almost there, little bat. You are so fucking beautiful like this.”

Looking up at me, Rain lifts her brow slightly, as if to say,is that all you got?Oh, my sweet little bat, as you fucking wish.

The entire length of my cock disappears. My head is well down her throat and I don’t let up, knowing she will be gasping for air any moment now.

As she tries to breathe, her throat contracts around me, which reminds me of how her pussy feels as it milks me dry.

My balls tighten as my heart races, beating against my chest as that familiar feeling takes over. Ropes of warm come begin to coat her throat as she continues to milk me, searching for any bit of air she can get.

Tears continue to stream down her once pale skin, now a beautiful shade of red. Long strings of drool hang from her mouth and chin as I work myself through my release.

“You are so fucking perfect. And all fucking mine. MINE!” I shout as the final bit of release leaves me.

As my movements slow down, I begin to pull out of her, giving her the oxygen her body craves. Breathing through her nose, she releases her hands from my thighs as I pull completely out of her. Rain’s hands go to the ground in front of her as she takes deep gasps of air. Her face is blotchy and a mix of my cum and her saliva coats her lips, leaving them glistening.

Tucking myself back in and pulling up my pants, I give her another minute before reaching my hand out to her.

Tiny fingers touch my palm and wrapping my large fingers over hers, I pull her up to her fuzzy sock-clad feet and kiss her deep.

The taste of my cum touches my taste buds as our tongues dance together, but I don’t fucking care. Devouring her, we gofrom dancing to battling for dominance. My teeth nip her lip as a tiny moan escapes her.

Rain pulls back, causing us to disconnect, and I hate it. Nostrils flare as I look down at her, smirking.

“I will get you back for that,” she promises. And I don’t doubt it. I hope she does, and it better fucking hurt.

Wiping her chin with my thumb, I place it in my mouth and suck.

Her eyes look at me curiously. “So, are you going to show me or what?”

“Yeah.” Grabbing her hand, I lace our fingers together. “Come with me.”

Pulling her behind me, we walk quickly through the house. No telling when my dad will arrive, but I want to show her this. She fucking deserves to see this.

Cutting through the living space and past the dining table, we walk through the guest side of the house. A few doors line either side, at the end of the hallway is a large window which is as wide and high as the wall it sits in.

It’s dark now, with only a sliver of moonlight sneaking in.

On the left side of the hallway, there is a dark wooden door like the rest, or so it would seem. Next to it is a scanner, which is programmed with my thumbprint. Placing it over the scanner, the device comes to life and a red light beams under the pad of my thumb, then a green light follows, unlocking the secured door. You hear the click of the latch releasing before I reach out with my free hand and turn the brass knob, opening the heavy door. It is lined with wood to appear normal, but underneath it is thick steel to keep out any unwanted guests.

Rain’s fingers squeeze mine tighter. “E, what’s down there?” she asks skeptically.

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