Page 36 of My Saintly Demon

Will he stay with me if I can’t go back? Is he really here to steer me to what I was perhaps born to do?

This man who has spent his entire life pretending to be someone he isn’t sure has a lot in common with me. Only I wasn’t pretending. I really didn’t know the common thread that binds us together.

My gaze lands on the rosary and bible nearby before returning to his handsome face. This isn’t a time for me to be angelic.

“If you want to make me feel better, you can open your pretty mouth for me.”

I know he’ll say yes and since it’s his way to cope with our conflicted paths, I’ll make it mine, too. Especially since our future is so foggy.

The tremble in his body sends a new rush of blood to my cock.

“I think I’d do anything for you,” he whispers.

He unzips his jeans, freeing his already weeping dick before dropping to his knees in front of me and offering me his mouth.

Without waiting, I clench a fistful of hair and shove my cock in his mouth. He chokes with the sudden intrusion, but not for long. He’s already stroking his own erection mercilessly while I abuse his throat. He’s so perfect.

“You’re so good at this, Chuck. You love having dick in your mouth, don’t you?”

He tries to nod but my hand holds him in place and he moans around my cock instead.

“Such a dirty boy. You don’t even care if we have an audience again, do you?”

Again, he tries to shake his head and I hold his head tight, burying his nose into my curls. His hand on his own dick never stops moving, even when I know he likely can’t breathe.

“Come for me. If you come, I’ll let you breathe.”

That’s the switch he needed. His body jerks and he spurts onto my feet. I pull out of his mouth and he sucks in a lungful of air, all while gazing up at me. Waiting for me to finish. His lips are so puffy and red. Lines of drool string from his lips to my cock.

Maybe I am a devil to wish for him like this anytime I want.

“Mark me,” he rasps. “Please.”

He couldn’t have picked more perfect words. With a groan, I shoot cum all over his pretty face. It’s in his hair, down his neck and his blissed-out face has me drop to my knees in front of him.

“Will you stay and help me, Chuck?”

My voice cracks with the question because I can’t bear to hear him answer anything other thanyes.

“Yes. I told you, I’ll do whatever you ask.”

His voice is raspy from my abuse to his throat, and I wipe the mess off his cheeks.

“Why?”

“Because you need me.”

We say no more as I help him to his feet and we walk back to the house, completely and utterly wrecked. I’m covered in bleeding scratches and he’s coated in cum and now missing his shirt.

We still say nothing as we help each other clean up, and he picks a few raspberry thorns from my arms.

It’s not until we’ve found some clean clothes for him and me in my suit with a borrowed pair of underwear that he finally breaks the silence.

“Want to get a taco? I’m starving.”

“As long as it’s not Taco Bell, you’ve got a deal.”

Demon rule or not, you’ll never find me at a Taco Bell.

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