Page 40 of Demon with Benefits
He was pretty sure he unloaded enough inside her to drown in, because he could feel it spilling out of her already, slicking her thighs and his groin and getting all over everything before he’d even finished.
He heard this low moaning sound and realized it was coming from him, which was kinda awkward, but he was way too far gone to care. In fact, he was pretty sure he wasstillcoming.
“Holy fucking fuck,” he panted when he was finally done, dropping his forehead onto her shoulder and waiting for the world to stop spinning. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah,” she replied. “It was.”
For once, they agreed on something.
He smiled against her skin. Not a full-fledged grin—he was way too mind-fucked to manage that—but just a slight curving of his lips. He could feel her thighs shaking where they were wrapped around him, and she was all soft and compliant in his arms. He fucking loved it.
“Where’s your bedroom? My legs are gonna give out.”
She breathed a laugh. “Down the hall. But I think I need a shower first.”
He leaned back a little and looked down at where their bodies were joined. The sight of her slender thighs wrapped around him—one with a big tattoo of irises and more butterflies—and his cock sheathed inside her was nearly enough to make him come again. Even better, she was covered in his release, her inner thighs slick with it.
He almost didn’t want her to wash it off. But then he figured he could squeeze in another round in the shower, and that made his mind up quickly enough. He scooped up his prize, carrying her with a firm grip on her ass and kicking off his pants as he went.
He forgot about caring whether the dog ate his clothes or not. Maybe if he had no pants, he could stay here and fuck Iris forever.
He set her down in the bathroom. He didn’t want to pull out of her tight heat, but it was worth it when she turned around in front of him and bent over to start the shower.
“I’m wearing my favorite outfit right now,” he told her.
She snorted. “What? Naked?”
“Even better. Naked with socks.”
The shower came on, and she stood up and turned back around, her gaze taking him in. He lifted a foot and wiggled his sock-covered toes, and she burst out laughing.
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SCREWED, BLUED, AND TATTOOED
THE SHOWER ENDED UP LASTING HALF AN HOUR. Apparently, Meph was insatiable. Not that Iris was complaining.
When the hot water ran out, they went into her bedroom, cranked up the heat, and sprawled naked on the bed. Faust slept between them, his paws twitching from little puppy dreams. Laying on his side, Meph stroked between his fuzzy ears with a single tattooed finger.
“You’re petting him like he’s made of glass,” Iris said with a chuckle.
“He’s so tiny.” His red eyes were fixed intently on the sleeping puppy. “Look at his little feet.”
“I’m keeping him,” she decided then and there. Yeah, she’d known there was no way she was throwing him through a hellgate like Belial wanted, but she hadn’t come to terms with the commitment of training him until right now. “I found him and named him, and I’m going to keep him.”
Meph looked up. “What’s his name?”
She held his stare for several moments before she finally found the courage to tell him. “Faust.”
His stare was blank.
And then he flopped onto his back and burst out laughing. “You’re shitting me.”
“Nope.”
“You named your puppyFaust.”
“Yep.”
