Page 12 of My Sleep Paralysis Demon

“You will never see him again, got it?” I growled, smelling her sweet juices in the air.Was she turned on by this or did she feel my hard dick pressed against her lower stomach?

She couldn’t even answer.

“He better not have touched you,” I muttered, running my face up her neck. My hand moved from her neck, down to her heavy breasts. “He better not have tasted you like I did last night.”

Her thighs quivered slightly around mine. My dick was pressed into her apex, only my shadows and her nightgown between us.

“Remember whose tongue you squirted on last night, whose dickyoumade cum without even touching it. You’re mine whether you like it or not.”

Her throat made a noise.

My hand caressed her soft, round belly. I craved to hold her last night with my claw against her stomach. My hand moved between us and grabbed her thighs.

Mine. Mine. Mine. She was mine. I needed to do something to show her that she was mine. Scent her. Make her smell like me, so that no man would even look at her.

Her fear was delicious as she trembled under my claws.

I smirked, standing on her bed. The bed dipped, her body leaning a bit. I firmly planted my feet on each side of her.

Looking down at her, she looked so small, so precious and beautiful. Her pink hair was widely spread around her round face. Her eyes were locked on me, and even in the dark, I could see them.

“Beautiful,” I muttered, reaching into my shadows that flickered around me. My claw wrapped around my dick, pulling it from the skin pouch it was hiding in.

Her eyes widened, telling me she could see it in the dark.

My cock was huge, veins rushing to the mushroom tip. Small shadow flames flicked around it, aching to bury themselves into her clit. My hands ran over the soft skin, feeling all the harsh veins.

I just knew that her pussy would come from the harsh veins. They were almost so hard that it was going to give her added pleasure.

“Mine,” I growled, looking down at her. My hand slowly ran down my shaft, and I could see her eyes following my movement.

Her sweet juices filled the air, and a soft noise escaped her throat.

She knew how to wake up from my paralysis, wiggling her toes or fingers. But she did neither. Just watched me.

My abs tightened, and a moan fell from my lips. “Such a good girl. You’re mine. No one else’s. I better never smell another man on you again.”

She swallowed, locking eyes with my mushroom tip.

“I know you love my thick dick. I know you want it.”

With each stroke, she got wetter and wetter, her sweet scent filling the room. I loved that smell.

My dick jumped, and my head tilted back. My eyes closed, thinking about that pretty pussy of hers. The small patch of matching pink hair down there was so soft. She tasted like the bakery sweets she smelled like. Sweet and delicious, though I didn’t even know what they tasted like. But I’m sure it tasted like her. My hips jerked up, deep moans falling from my lips.

I wanted tonight to be the night I was buried inside of her, my shadows holding us together.

But I couldn’t.

Not with her smelling like another man.

I felt wetness along my tip, and I looked down just in time to see my precum drip right on her nightgown. I needed hernaked, now. I reached down, slicing my claw downward against the fabric and baring her to me.

Her breasts bounced as I adjusted my body.

“Fuck. You look so fucking gorgeous.” I muttered, jerking myself harder and faster. I wanted to cum all over her body and face so fucking badly.

Fuck. I was getting close.

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