Page 28 of Summoning Sex Demons

“So, you’re going to walk back over to the couch, crawl up onto my lap, and get yourself off like a good girl for me.” He lifted my chin. “Do you understand me, Hellcat?”

I pressed my thighs together and sucked in a breath, pussy pounding. “Yes.” The word came out in a breathy whisper because I feared if I said it any louder, I’d moan it.

Heat coursed through my body, entire body beating, throbbing, aching for him to touch me again. He took my hand.

After leading me back to the living room, he sat back down, his legs spread out, his arms stretched across the back of the couch, and that lust-filled gaze fixed on me. My nipples tightened, and I slowly crawled onto his lap.

Unsure. Nervous. Horny.

When my pussy brushed against his bulge, I sucked in another sharp breath and set my hands on his huge, rounded shoulders and relaxed on him. Last time that he had been inside me, he had stuffed an entire gallon of cum deep into my cunt.

And he was about to do it again.

Twice in one night.

For some godforsaken reason, I wanted it this time.

With one of his claws, he gently ripped the threads on my pants where the pant legs had been sewn together, creating a gaping hole near my entrance. I bit my lip and whimpered. How was this even real?!

I am about to fuck a sex demon. For the fourth time. Just this weekend.

He reached between us and pulled his huge cock out of his pants, resting it against his muscular abdomen. It extended to his sternum, his dick so wide that I could barely wrap both hands around it. There was no logical way that something this big could fit inside me.

But it had.

And it would again.

“I know it’s too big for you,” he murmured, swiping some hair off my forehead. “But we’ve made it fit before, and we’ll make it fit into your tight little hole again. Okay?”

Warmth gushed between my thighs, and I clenched. “Yes.”

Acaros lifted me with his hands on my waist. “Place your feet on the couch beside me.”

I set the pads of my feet on the cushions beside his thighs, standing before him. Then, he pulled my hips down so I came down into a squat, the head of his cock at my entrance. My body rarely ever moved like this. I hated all things gym-related, especially squats.

But I could feel nothing but pleasure coursing through my body from this.

His eyes darkened, and he slammed me down on him, filling me up.

“Fuck!” I moaned, barely able to see straight.

“Grasp my horns.”

I gently wrapped my hands around his horns.

“Harder,” he groaned. “Use them to help you bounce up and down on my fat cock.”

After grabbing his horns tighter, I used them to pull myself off his cock. Then, I dropped back down onto it, threw my head back, and screamed out in pleasure. With my eyes rolled back, I did it again and again and again.

Empty. Full. Empty. Full. Empty. Full.

“Oh my God,” I cried.

“There’s no God here, Hellcat,” he groaned, lacing his hand through my hair and pulling my head back. “It’s just you and a devil.” He seized my hips and slammed up into me as I dropped down onto him. “No God could ever make you feel as good as I can.”

Another moan left my mouth, my pussy tightening around him.

He sucked on my bare neck. “You drink my lust, and I drink yours.”

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