Page 38 of Summoning Sex Demons

He slammed into me harder, and I slapped a hand over my mouth. “Acaros …”

“Students,” Professor Laufer said.

My eyes widened as all the students looked up at him in the front of the class. We stood feet from Professor Laufer, right in the goddamn front, while Acaros literally rammed his fat cock into me over and over, scanning the room like a psychopath.

As if he had already found the culprit that he apparently thought was stalking me, he growled into my ear and walked right toward the sweet, nerdy Clayton, who was gripping his pencil hard in his hand and staring softly up at Professor Laufer.

“Acaros,” I whispered, completely useless in his arms, “it’s not Clayton!”

“Let’s pull these nice, round tits out, and we’ll see,” he murmured into my ear, his talons curling around the neckline of my shirt and pulling it down so my breasts fell out of my shirt and bra, on display for everyone to seeif they could. “An incubus won’t be able to resist tits like this.”

The class still stared at Professor Laufer, who, for some goddamn reason, seemed to be workingwithAcaros! Acaros bounced me up and down on his cock, my tits moving like crazy and my pussy on full display to anyone who dared to look.

“Hold on,” Acaros whispered into my ear.

Hold on? Hold on to what?

My eyes widened, and suddenly, Acaros dropped me forward. I reached behind me and grabbed each of his shoulders, my tits hanging in front of me, bouncing inches above Clayton’s desk and centimeters from his face.

Each time Acaros thrust into me, my tits bounced closer to his mouth.

“Fucker is hard,” Acaros snarled behind me.

Clayton moved his hand over his crotch to cover his dick, but I had seen it. His cock was throbbing against his jeans. My eyes widened, and I sucked in a sharp breath, clenching around Acaros. Clayton furrowed his brows together and glanced over at my tits, then up at me.

“I just want a taste,” he mumbled.

When he reached forward, Acaros snapped me back toward him. “You want a taste?”

Eyes glazed over with lust, he nodded. “Just one.”

Acaros chuckled darkly behind me. After a couple more grunts, he lifted me into the air again, my back against his chest and his strong arms underneath my legs. He walked to the edge of Clayton’s desk and held me over it. One more thrust up into me, and he growled into my ear, both of us being sent over the edge.

I gripped his arms, my entire body shaking, and bit my lip to keep myself quiet.

But fuuuuuuuck!

“You’re mine,” Acaros snarled into my ear. “And we’re going to show him.”

“Wh-what?” I whispered, head in a daze.

The more and more cum that he pumped into my pussy, the more that I could feel … slowly slipping out of me, running down my thighs, and dripping all over Clayton’s exam. My eyes widened, and I tried to reach down to cover my cunt, but Acaros stopped me.

“You’re mine,” he repeated, voice rougher. “Mine.”

“B-but?—”

“He’ll lick it up like the dirty, desperate dog he is,” he said. “You’re mine.”

He slammed deeper into me, making more spill out.

“Mine.”

He thrust into me again.

“Mine.”

So much cum had spilled out of me and onto the desk that it began dripping off the sides and onto Clayton’s dick that he had pulled out of his pants. The head of his cock was coated in a thick layer of cum, rolling down his shaft.

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