Page 62 of The Devil Within

“Fuck, I’m going to blow already,” Luke grits through clenched teeth. “Come for us, Flower.”

His cock twitches in my mouth before his salty release coats my mouth. He roars as rope after rope of sticky release spurts down my throat and mouth. I choke around him, causing cum to drip down the sides of my face.

“Take all my cum, love. Don’t waste a fucking drop.” He pants as he holds me tightly against him.

Watching his release pushes me over the edge. I scream around his length as my pussy clamps down around the cock inside me. I jerk as my entire body contracts with endless waves of pleasure. Every cell in my body explodes as my orgasm reaches its peak.

“That’s it, baby, cream all over my cock,” Celeste praises me as she pinches my tender clit. I scream again which elicits a chuckle from Luke.

He slowly pulls himself from my mouth. As my orgasm fades, Celeste gently pulls herself from inside me. I slump at the loss of them, my tender body sore and throbbing. I’m a dripping mess of cum and sweat, and I’ve never felt better. With a satisfied smile plastered to my face, I close my eyes and lean my head back against the plush cushions of the chair.

“Thank you,” I whisper to them.

Strong arms wrap around me, lifting me to carry me away. A soft kiss is placed against my temple. “You did so good for us, Flower. Let’s get you cleaned up and tucked into bed.”

THIRTY-FOUR

Luke

The Devil Within by Digital Daggers

Liv took us both so well. After the situation with the drugging me and torturing me, I have to admit, I was a bit nervous about how this would go. But she slid into our dynamic like she was made for us. There were no awkward pauses or discomfort, everything just flowed. I think the throne helped. When I realized my siren had a mirror kink, I immediately custom ordered the set-up. I’m so glad she enjoyed it. Watching her demand her pleasure like the fucking queen she is was the most intoxicating poison I’ve ever been tempted with. I know that it was a terrible fucking idea to fuck her face after just receiving four cock piercings, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. I’d rather waste away with their lips on my skin than bewithout them for another moment. After getting both my girls cleaned up, we all crawled into bed.

I fell asleep to the soft snores of both my girls. The comfort of them surrounding me is the closest thing a demon like me will ever know of Heaven. With both of their warm bodies wrapped around mine, the soothing sound of their even breaths fills me with a calmness that’s very rare in my life. I drifted off into a peaceful nothingness quicker than I ever have before.

But now I’m awake and the empty expanse of the bed to the left of me has my heart thundering in my chest. On my right, Celeste sleeps peacefully. She’s such a good girl for me, always by my side, always loyal. But Liv is noticeably gone.

Slipping from between the silk sheets, being careful not to wake my sleeping girl, I disentangle myself from the bed and pull on a pair of thin sweatpants. Wandering through the room, I see that Liv’s dress is still flung over a chair where we left it and her purse is on the dresser. It’s the middle of the night in a house she’s unfamiliar with.

Where the fuck did she wander off to?

I silently stalk out the door and into the hallway, scanning the shadowed corridor for any sign of hot pink hair. All the doors are closed and the lights are off. She’s not upstairs. My pulse skyrockets as what if’s fly through my mind. The part of me that needs control is spiraling at the lack of knowledge as to where my girl could be and who she could be with. Will immediately pops into my mind. If thatmotherfuckergot anywhere near her, I will rip him limb from limb.

A clink that sounds suspiciously like glass sounds from downstairs. I whip my head in that direction, barely daring to breathe.

“Shit,” a sharp whisper sounds from the darkness below.

Creeping down the stairs, I try desperately not to hit a creaking floorboard or squeaky step. Light filters in from the kitchen,casting eerie shadows across the wood flooring as I descend the steps. More glass clinking pricks my ears. Someone is absolutely in my fucking kitchen in the middle of the night. As swiftly and quietly as possible, I round the corner and slink into the opening to the kitchen.

Standing opposite of me, her plump ass swaying to a silent song, is my Flower. The expanse of her tanned legs are fully exposed beneath the T-shirt of mine that seems to be the only thing she’s wearing. I swallow down the groan of delight that vibrates my chest when I see her wearing my clothes. My woman, in my house, wearing my fucking shirt.Fuck yes. She is busying herself with something on the counter.

“What are you doing out of bed?” I growl as I lean my shoulder against the door frame.

She shrieks, nearly dropping the glass in her hand as she spins. Her eyes flit across my face. Fear wraps itself around her in the most delightful way before she realizes it’s me and lets out a long sigh.

“What the hell, Luke?” Her hand goes to her chest, no doubt attempting to calm her racing heart. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“And you scared the shit out of me when I woke up and you weren’t there.” I counter, earning a sassy ‘humphf’ from between her pink lips.

Her eyes roam over the muscles of my bare chest and core. I work out every day, sometimes multiple times per day. I am very aware that my muscles are clearly defined and appealing. The low cut, very lightweight gray sweatpants that I’m wearing also leave little to the imagination. Clearly my girl is impressed with what she sees based on the way her thighs clench as she devours me with her eyes.

“And if I had run from you?” she quips like a little brat. Her tongue runs along her lower lip as she continues to fuck me withher stare.

“Then I would have chased you down, caught you, and helped you remember who you belong to,” I growl with my fists clenching at my sides.

Her eyes flit back to mine and I can’t help but smirk at the clear effect I have on my girl. She gives me her back again. Pouring a healthy splash of vodka into the tumbler she was holding then slices and squeezes a lime, the sour juice running into the clear liquor.

“How long did it take you to figure out it was me?” I ask the question that’s been nagging at me since I woke up drugged and tied to a chair by the woman I thought I’d been stalking.

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