Page 29 of The Devil and His Goddess

The sight brought my own release crashing down, and I moaned roughly as ribbons of cum shot from my dick and onto her naked body. I continued rubbing my shaft and the head of my cock as every last drop poured onto her.

The taste of her mind-blowing pleasure winding its way over my taste buds and down my throat to settle in my stomach was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

It was electric, blinding, and divine.

It left me momentarily at a loss for words or air. I basked in her essence as a blade of grass might bask in the presence of the sun. When my mind finally caught back up to itself after the high of her release, only one word came to mind.

Perfection.

This goddess was perfection, and she wasmine.

As I caught my breath, I pulled my phone back out and, once again, snapped a photo of her. Her red shirt was bunched around her shoulders, tears rolled down her face, cum covered her bare stomach and flushed breasts, her spread open pussy glistened with her numerous releases, the end of the toy protruded from her entrance, and the sheets beneath her open thighs were drenched with the evidence of her squirting.

I immediately set the image as my new screensaver.

My cock was already thickening again with a need for more of her. Unfortunately, she and I had work in the morning, and I wanted her in good shape for that. Tomorrow was the big briefing day for each set of performers. While seeing her exhausted would give me satisfaction sinceIwas the cause for it, I needed her able to retain what we’d be going over. She needed her sleep for that.

Didn’t mean I couldn’t torture her alittlelonger.

Smirking, I said, “Thanks for the meal.” I pointed my black claws at the shadows keeping her arms contained and covering her stuffed mouth. “Those will disappear soon.” I paused then added with a grin, “Maybe. Enjoy the toy until then.”

I gave the end of the vibrator a light smack where it protruded from her folds, and she jolted with a groan as the sensation made her squirm restlessly again. I chuckled and disappeared back into my shadowy world that stayed hidden from her eyes. I stood near the bed to watch her wiggle futilely against the never-ending fullness at her core, but a sudden fracture of light peaked through the edge of her shut blinds and curtains.

Raising a brow, I went to the window, all while she remained oblivious to me and the tiny odd light. When I peered out of a crack in the blinds, I realized it was the house’s side motion light. Curious, I immediately traveled through the shadows to the front lawn of the house. The security motion light was still on, but I didn’t see anything obvious that could’ve tripped it.

With a shrug and dismissal that it was probably just an animal, I turned and made my way home.

Chapter 12

Harper

I CHUGGED MY HOT COFFEE like my life depended on it as I walked toward the women’s changing room at Silverlight. The dark brew, along with my excitement for today’s meeting, was going to be my only saving grace this morning, because I wasspent.

I still couldn’t believe what happened last night. The visit from the masked man served as a sign that Ihadn’timagined him that first night, but it was also proof that something was wrong with me. Because I shouldn’t have liked what happened. I shouldn’t have gottenwetterwhen I woke to find a masked demon crouched between my naked legs. I shouldn’t have craved his hands on me or his filthy words telling me how bad I was.

But Idid.

God, I really fucking did.

It was the most intense and hottest experience I’d ever had, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about the fact that I wanted it again. I wanted the demon to sneak back into my room and shower me in his depravity.

Yeah. He was ademon.

I now had confirmation on how he’d slipped into the house out of thin air, how he controlled the music with a snap of his fingers, and why he had horns and black claws. Knowing something like him existed should’ve rattled me, but did that rift in reality fill my head? No. Thoughts of what he looked like behind the mask did.

Because I waspsychotic.

Just thinking about the previous night had me growing wet and hot between my thighs, despite the soreness lingering there. I’d never had so many orgasms in a single sitting like that, nor had I eversquirted. That memory made heat swarm my cheeks. I wasn’t sure whether to feel embarrassed about making such a mess of myself or fucking incredible. The way he’d reacted toward it made me lean toward the latter.

I quickly shook the inappropriate thoughts from my head as I walked into the changing room. Mandi was the only one there, and she was just getting her bag put away. According to today’s schedule, theSwan Lakecast wasn’t meeting until 11. This morning was designated for theDancing in the Darkcast, so I wasn’t sure why Mandi was here three and a half hours early. I mean, evenDancing in the Darkmembers weren’t scheduled to be here until 8, but I’d come early out of fear that I’d be late, thanks to last night.

The smart part of my brain wanted me to turn and walk out. Being alone with her would spark some sort of tension between us, especially after she’d spotted me with Perseus last night, but I wasn’t a coward.

I kept my head held high as I crossed the room to my locker. “Morning,” I greeted with forced politeness.

She looked over her shoulder as she wound her blonde hair into the typical ballerina bun. Her gaze swept over me as she mumbled, “Morning.”

At my locker, I placed my purse and dance bag inside. Since it was Saturday and we weren’t actually doing a show tonight, we didn’t have to come in ballet clothes. Still, I brought all of my stuff in case someone decided they wanted to work on something today.

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