Page 11 of Summoning Sex Demons

I bit back a moan, my legs shaking so hard, the pleasure unbearable. Wave after wave after wave crashed through me.

He pressed his free hand against my mouth, his lips against my ear. “It’s okay, Hellcat, you can moan for me, like I know you’re desperate to do.”

Another wall of pleasure hit me hard as he continued rubbing my pussy, and I moaned out into his hand, my eyes rolling back into my head. I clutched his hand, but my body seemed to move on its own against him.

Underneath me, as my pleasure slowly started to settle, his cock seemed like it was growing bigger and bigger. I glanced down to see that his bulge had grown, almost to the size of what I remembered his dick being last night in my fever dream.

“Let’s pull out these tits,” he said.

After tugging down my top, he pulled my tits right out of my bra and wrapped his large hands around them, his claws—yes, claws—digging into them. He fondled them, squeezing gently at first, but the closer he came to entering me, the more vicious he became.

Kneading. Groping. Squeezing them.

Hard.

Yet still, nobody looked over at me … except a couple of glances from Acaros’s friends.

Which, God, was so hot.

“Fuck, your tits are heavy,” he murmured on my neck.

I arched my back against him, grinding my pussy against the head of his cock, and looked over at my friends, hoping they weren’t seeing any of this. But the thought of themalmostseeing something, of usalmostbeing caught …

Damn it …

“Lean back against me,” he ordered, pulling himself out of his pants.

With the lust finally seizing control of my last thread of sanity, I leaned back against him and rested my head on his muscular shoulder. The quiet hum of conversations inside the coffee shop drifted through my ears. He wrapped his strong arms underneath my thighs to pull them to my chest and then grabbed my tits again.

“Rub that pretty pussy for me while I fuck you in front of your friends.”

I inhaled sharply, desperately trying to keep quiet, and hovered my fingers over my clit. He pressed the head of his cock against my entrance and shoved the first inch of his huge dick into my pussy. I stared down at it, eyes widening.

If this was real … there was no way that he’d fit inside me last night.

No way.

It wasn’t even possible.

An inch and a half inside me, he released one of my legs, brought his hand up to his mouth, and licked it. Then, he rubbed it against my cunt, his saliva suddenly making my pussy drool with wetness.

“H-how did you?—”

“Shh, shh, shh, Hellcat,” he murmured, replacing his arm under my leg. He pushed another inch into me, this time with ease. “All you have to know is that I’m the only one who can turn your pussy into a puddle.”

I curled my toes and clenched around him, my pussy hungry to swallow more of him.

He captured my nipples between his fingers and squeezed them, then slammed the rest of his huge cock into my pussy. My body jerked against him at the pressure inside me, but I smacked my lips together in hopes not to scream in pleasure.

“You’re only mine,” he said against my neck. “Mine.”

He pounded up into me, my tits bouncing in his hands.

“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” His words left his mouth in quiet grunts every time he slammed into me, his stubble rubbing against my bare neck and tickling me. He groped my tits harder. “All mine.” He moved a hand down to my pussy, placed it over mine, and forced me to slap my clit over and over. “Mine.”

My eyes rolled back in my head, and I bit my lip hard to stop myself from moaning.

From screaming.

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