Page 15 of My Saintly Demon

“As bad as banging a priest in nothing but his collar.” His fingers give a small squeeze and I whimper. “Will you do that, Charles?”

“I’ll do whatever you ask me to.”

He snaps the waistband of my briefs. “Take this off, get your collar, and get on your knees.”

Fucking yes. Yes, please, because I may be dirty, but I’m always polite.

I can’t move fast enough. Running back out to the living room, I find my collar on the floor where I tossed it and slip it on while attempting to remove my boxers in a full on run. Stumbling into my bedroom, I pull up at the doorway with a gasp.

“Holy shit. Maybe there is a god.”

Dave, the demon from Heaven because there’s no way he’s from Hell, stands before me naked with a cock so big I’m not sure it will even fit in my mouth, let alone any other orifice. And yet I’m aching for it.

Dropping to my knees just like he asked, I tilt my head back and open my mouth in invitation.

“Wait. Stand up.”

He reaches for me, eyebrows knitted together. His sizzling hand grips my elbow, pulling me up closer.

“I know you’re freaky, and we already did the kitchen jerk thing. That was hot, by the way. But… I can’t just shove my dick in your mouth.”

“I literally want you to, Dave. Just do it. Be bad.”

Blue balls will kill me with all his indecision.

His eyes search mine and the internal war plays across his face. He wants to do this and I don’t know how else to convince him it’s okay.

Slowly, I kneel before him again and open my mouth in invitation.

“I want you to, Dave. You have my permission. I’m begging you. Use me like I’m dying for you to.”

With a guttural moan, he slides the tip of his giant dick across my lips.

Firm hands on the side of my face hold me in place, and his thumb brushes gently over my cheek.

“Tap my leg if I’m too rough,” he murmurs and his tender gaze for me makes me slam my eyes closed.

I nod yes and lean closer, stretching my lips over his hot, hard cock. I’m still new at this whole giving a blow job thing, but Dave makes me feel like I’m a damn professional cocksucker with the sounds he’s making.

“Fuuuck… Charles…”

Dave uses me like I asked. Finally. As his mammoth cock hits the back of my throat, gagging me, he tries to pull away, but I press farther, determined to overcome the natural response of my body. His grip on my head softens and I advance, taking the control from him and swallowing his length until I can’t breathe.

The filthy sounds Dave keeps making fulfills my filthiest dreams. To hear him so unraveled because of me is the ultimate trip. And a complete turn on.

I swallow more and I can’t breathe.

With my nose firmly buried in his patch of curly pubic hair and his hot thick cock wedged in my throat, black dots dance at the edge of my vision and I’m oddly at peace with the feeling of impending unconsciousness. My own balls grow tight listening to Dave’s moans and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.

But he answers the question for me when he pulls my mouth off his cock with a shout and shoots his hot load all over my face. Gulping in a much needed breath to my burning lungs, I lick my lips. Not sure what I was expecting, but his cum tastes like honey.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I should have warned you. Are you okay?”

With my eyes screwed shut, his fingers carefully wipe away the mess so I can open them.

“Don’t apologize. I wanted it.”

My voice is scratchy and thick, sore from having my throat battered.

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