Page 43 of My Saintly Demon

“Of all the times I’ve been able to see people’s thoughts and actions, that one is my favourite.”

“I liked those actions, too.” He grinds his bare ass against my semi-hard cock and bites his lip. “I want it to be real. Not a dream. Right now, please.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, my love.”

The endearment leaves my lips as naturally as a breath from my lungs. Charles remains still as his fingers curl into my chest. His gaze stays locked on mine and he grinds back again with a soft moan.

“You won’t hurt me… love. Trust me, please?” He leans forward, burying his face in my neck and his hot breath across my ear is my last straw. I will do whatever this man ever asks me to. “You will always be the beautiful mess who entered my life when I needed someone to see me. It doesn’t matter where you came from or what you are.”

Sitting up, he reaches behind him to take my hard cock in hand. He snags the lube bottle on the bed and fills his hand with so much I have to laugh.

“No wonder you buy the economy size. That seems like a lot.”

“Well, you get extra hot during sex. I figure I can’t be too careful, and the more lube, the better.”

“Extra hot?”

He slicks the puddle of lube over me and my eyes roll back.

“Yeah, it’s like your body temperature skyrockets. It’s… hot.” He notches my cock at his entrance, his eyes locked on me with a desire I’ve never seen from anyone before. “I won’t break, Dave. Fuck me like I begged you to the day I met you.”

Growling, I flip him onto his back, pinning him to the mattress, and the wicked smile of the freaky priest I first met returns.

“You might beg me to stop, sweetheart.”

“Nope.” He pops the P and wiggles under me. “I want this. And you.”

He whimpers as I press forward, waiting for him to relax and take more of me. When I finally slide home, my balls pressed against his ass, he’s smirking at me.

“I wish you hadn’t waited to do this, Dave.” He flexes his hips upwards. “Do it.”

Crazed with lust for being inside this man, this human, who has crept into every pore on my body, I give in. Pounding into him, the bed shaking and Charles grinning up at me with the satisfaction of a cat who got the mouse, I fucking lose my mind.

Splaying his legs out to the side, I own him. With every slap of flesh his loopy smile of satisfaction spurs me on. He raises his arms to push against the headboard and his eyes flick to my head.

“Your horns,” he rasps, and reaches a hand up as I dip my head down towards him. His fingers trace the horn with the same reverence he did the first time and a shudder races down my back.

“Don’t stop. I fucking love it when you do that.”

One arm bracing himself and the other hand stroking my horn, I fuck him hard until he comes across his stomach with a low moan. Then I keep going until he’s limp and sweating and his whole body trembles from overuse.

“I’m marking your insides. There’s nobody else but me, Chuck. You hear me? Nobody else gets in this ass.”

“Only you.” His breathless exclamation flicks a switch, and I come with a feral roar, emptying into him.

Shaking, I lower myself over his body, not caring about the mess we’ve both made and I try to catch my breath, but Charles isn’t allowing it. He curls his fingers into my hair and pulls my head back.

“Thank you.”

I kiss his lips. Maybe too hard, since he gasps again. “For what?”

“For trusting me and giving me what I asked for.”

“I’ll always give you what you want. Always.”

Clearing my throat, I untangle us and roll off the bed.

“I’ll get the bath started for you.”

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