Page 55 of Demon's Joy

I come with a wail that vibrates Gus’s cock, and Dem digs into my hips, tossing one of my feet up over his shoulder so that he can stroke me nice and deep.

He grunts as he fucks me hard, and if I could reach him, I’d yank his hair as hard as I could. He changes his angle, thrusting up a bit and slamming into my G-spot a couple times before he moans. As soon as I feel his hot jets of cum shoot inside of me, I release Gus from my mouth. My throat rasps, sore from the press of his piercing, but the longing inside of me remains intense. “Fuck me.”

Gus slides off the countertop, and I stare at Nico with hooded eyes as the huge redheaded fucker keeps thumbing my poor clit.

“You’re gonna bruise her.”

“No, I’m gonna toughen her up. She’s going to learn to love it,” he responds, tweaking my sensitive nub and making the nerve endings in my thighs sputter.

“When’s your turn?” I ask him as Gus lines up.

“Soon enough, lass. You’ve got one more to go by my count,” he tells me before he glances over at Gus. “Give it to her good.”

My wrath demon’s eyes light on mine as he slowly slides in, and that delicious barbell drags along my insides. He stares down at me. “Can I use my power on you?” he moans as he seats himself all the way to the root.

“Power?” I ask, half lost in sensation.

“Say yes,” Nico urges. “Angry sex is hot.”

My eyes widen, and I glance up at Gus. “Just a little,” I whisper. His hands cup my thighs, and he releases his magic in tiny bursts. My body temperature rises and my vision narrows as fury surges through me like a tidal wave.

I reach up and latch onto Gus’s shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh. I’ve felt angry before, yes, but as a half-angel, that fury has always been a muted feeling. Now, combined with the drag of that amazing dick and the flick of Nico’s fingers, it’s a wildfire. Emotions burn through me, and I grow feral, thrusting my hips up wildly and ruining Gus’s tempo until he speeds up.

Nico starts to whisper dirty things in my ear. “Yeah, you ken I like to watch you fook him. You look classy, but underneath, you’re dirty. You bonnie little angel. My dirty girl. You love me staring at your fannie, don’t you, Joy? Admit it. You like knowing that dick inside of you is from Hell, yeah? You like being a bad girl. Our bad girl.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant. But soon, I’m incapable of speech. I’m incapable of doing anything more than licking the salty bead of sweat from Gus’s shoulder before biting him, hard. That spurs him on, and he fucks faster, the sound of our bodies smashing together filling the cabin, and I scream as Nico and Gus take me to that peak for a fifth time.

I collapse back onto the countertop, utterly spent, and mutter, “Merry Christmas to me.”

Nico chuckles. “Oh, Christmas is just getting started, little mate. We’re gonna give you a bath, and then we’ll have round two of presents.”

I shake my head weakly. “No. No more presents.”

He leans down and whispers in my ear, “A girl can never have too many presents.” And you know what? He sweeps me up and carries me off to my clawfoot tub. And after Nico has gently washed all the cum from my body, he uses his mouth, his hands, and his dick to prove that’s true.

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