Page 34 of Letters to Satan

My knees spread further, my eyes rolling into my skull at the warm swipes and insistent draws. “Fuck, that’s amazing,” I groan as I reach under the table to find his head. His tail grabs my wrist and holds it still, not allowing me to take charge as he sucks me deeper into his mouth. I try to thrust forward again, but he expects it and uses his other hand to pin my hip in place.

“Goddamn it, Damien, you’re driving me crazy,” I mutter as I struggle against his grip, wanting nothing more than to fuck his mouth until tears streak his cheeks. Instead, he holds me there, sucking me with a patient, controlled rhythm. “Think you can take charge, do you?” I murmur as he hums a contrite little sound that tells me he does. His lips tighten andhis suction increases, and I struggle, needing more, as spit slicks down the length of my dick.

Footsteps in the hallway cause me to freeze. “Damien,” I hiss, but he only releases a quiet moan as he sucks the tip of my cock. “Damien!” I fight against his hold, then sit up straight as the door swings open and Arryn and Cadbury return.

If I thought this would be enough for Damien to stop, I was sorely mistaken.

Cadbury nods as he heads into the hallway, and Arryn glances around before sinking into her chair. “Where did The Lucifer disappear to?” she asks right as he takes a few more inches in his mouth, not even attempting to hide the slick sounds of his sucking.

“Something important came up,” I say with the straightest face possible, a huff of breath blowing against my groin as he laughs. “How was…ngh… how was your tour of the workshop?” I clear my throat as Damien’s tongue slides along the base of my cock, slathering me in his spit that drips a slow trail down my length.

“Delightful! It really is fascinating to see how things are done up here.”

“Fascinating,” I parrot. It’s all I can manage, because my brain has been reduced to mush. Damien’s lips seal around me in a tight ring and he slides down until the head of my cock bumps the back of his throat. “Very… very fascinating.”

“Um, yes, well… When you’re ready to implement your plan, just send word directly to me in a letter and we’ll finish coordinating.”

“Very well… a letter.” Arryn stares at me, bewildered, for a few seconds, because I’ve turned into a bumbling idiot, and she’s no doubt waiting for me to be a gentleman and escort her out. A quiet gag sounds from under the table, and I cough again to cover it. “Excuse me for being rude, but stress has me under the weather. If you’ll step into the hall, Cadbury will see you out.”

“Very well. I look forward to hearing from you, Santa.” She has that sultry expression on her face once more, and I jolt as Damien lightly sinks his teeth into my shaft.

“Likewise,” I breathe, and she finally,finally, walks out the door and Cadbury’s voice fades down the hallway as he escorts her. My chair pushes away from the table with a loud, protesting screech as I toss the tablecloth aside, exposing Damien. He’s beautifully desperate, on his hands and knees, flushed face glistening with saliva and cock pressing against his pants. The whimper he releases is obscene as he humps the air, the fabric soaked with his pre-cum until a clear, glossy thread precariously hangs.

“Get out here,” I growl, standing with my spit-slicked cock jutting out. He crawls out and kneels in front of me, rubbing his cheek against my erection and spreading the sticky dampness between us. He tugs at my pants until they bind around my thighs, then ducks his head and sucks one of my balls into his mouth.

“Did you enjoy that? Listening to me talk to her while she had no idea you were under there, choking on my cock?”

“Mm hmm,” he moans, slurping and licking along my sac, tugging the skin between his lips.

“And what if you’d been caught?”

There’s a wet pop as he releases me, resting his cheek against my hip as he stares up at me with those honey-brown eyes full of lust. “Then I guess she’d have to decide whether she wanted to watch or get the fuck out while I finish what I started.”

“Cheeky thing,” I mutter, dragging my thumb over the mess on his chin, tilting his face even higher. “On your feet.” He scrambles to stand, and I lift him with eager hands, throwing him over my shoulder. Needy little slut that he is, he moans and grinds his hips, rutting his cock against me as he shamelessly searches for relief. My free hand sweeps over the tabletop, clearing a spot before I drop him on it.

He’s nothing more than putty in my hands as I shove his shoulders, his back hitting the table with a thud. I circle around to the opposite side and pull him towards the edge, watching as his head drops to hang freely. “Good boy,” I purr as his lips pop apart, waiting obediently. “Your mouth is going to be occupied, little prince. If you need to stop, tap my leg three times, okay?”

He barely has time to nod before I thrust, burying myself in the heat of his mouth as he coughs in surprise. I hold there, with my cock lodged in his throat, and lean in to drag my fingers through thedamp spot on his pants. “Such a leaky boy, with that pretty little cock getting so wet.”

My hips pull back and he sucks in a quick breath before I drive forward again, loving the pulse of his muscles spasming around me. He tries to catch suction, but my movements are too rough as I plunge into his mouth, and he pops off with a wet slurp every time. I work his zipper open and free his cock, his red skin flushed and his crown slick with his arousal.

My palm drags over his cheek, massaging the spit into his skin. “I’m going to fuck your throat now, sweet Damien.” His watering eyes widen as I press forward, meeting the resistance of his muscles as his body tries to push me away. “Relax,” I murmur, rubbing my hand along the column of his neck. “Relax and let me in.”

He takes a stilted breath through his nose, and I groan as the muscles yield, allowing me to break through their barrier. My eyes are locked on his neck, watching the bulge of my cock stretch him. With a snarl, I give a final thrust, and I’m seated inside him so deep, his lips push against the skin of my groin.

“You’re doing so good, taking all of me like this,” I murmur as I pull back a few inches and thrust forward, and his body tightens in a muffled cough.

I place my palm on his throat as I do it again, punching my hips with more power this time. “Fuck, I can feel my cock inside that slender little neck. It barely even fits, but look at how well you take it, sitting perfectly still like a good boy.” Movement catches my eye, and I glance up to watch his dickbounce, a small burst of white leaking from his slit and rolling down his length.

“You’re about to come just from being used, aren’t you?” He chokes on another cough as I slide in and out of his throat, squeezing his neck from the outside as the grip around my cock tightens. “Such a good little cocksleeve, letting me use all these holes however I want. I’m going to fill you from every end, little prince, until it drips out of you, and then I’ll do it again. You’ll be too limp—tooused—to do anything but fucking take it.”

A muffled cry vibrates up my length as he thrusts into the air. A deep chuckle leaves me at his needy desperation, and I speed up, holding his throat for support as I fuck it. “That’s right… you’ll be laying there, too blissed out to even move, and I’m just going to keep fucking you until your holes are all stuffed and raw.”

His hips jerk up once, then a second time, and on the third, he falls apart. He's as beautiful as a work of art as his back arches and he lets go, eyes squeezed closed and pink lips stretched around me. Streams of his release roll down his cock as it twitches, pitiful wails muffled between his lips as I stare, enraptured.

“Gods, you’re fucking perfect,” I rasp as I thrust faster, and spit explodes from the corners of his mouth as I drive into him, flooding his flushed face in rivers.

Covered in his own thick release, his cock is still hard, and I groan as my every muscle tightens. “That wasn’t enough for the greedy little prince, was it? You want more.” His body jolts as I drive betweenhis spit-slicked lips, clear strands webbing between our bodies, soaking my crotch and his face. My head throws back as I mindlessly fuck into him, fighting my need to let go and holding out until I feel like I’m being ripped apart at the seams.

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