The problem is I am the demon.

I do not need him or his concern. I don’t need anyone but myself and that fucking cat that doesn’t even belong to me.

I’m honestly taken so by surprise that he actually follows through with the threat, I nearly throw up. His cock is out of his pants and down my throat before I can take a breath. The tight grip on my hair is nothing compared to his massive dick stretching the back of my throat and cutting off any air I could gather to survive.

My hands grip at his pants as I try to lift myself off him, but it doesn’t matter because as much strength as I am putting behind it, he is equally matching.

The heat in my face is nearly too much and my chest constricts for oxygen. I enjoy choking, but I wasn’t prepared and hadn’t taken a breath. He may actually stop my heart, and as I’m prepared to bitedown, he forces me up to a sitting position. The gasp of air I take gets caught in my throat.

“Tell me again what I won’t do,” he says through his teeth.

I’m panting so hard that I can see my chest in the corner of my vision rising and falling. My teeth bare, and as I’m opening my mouth to curse him out, he thrusts me back down. I manage to suck in a breath of air before I’m once again deprived of it. If I didn’t relax my tongue, I swear he’d make me swallow it.

It’s then his hand moves down my ass and two fingers slip between my slit, right into my pussy.

“Ah, Xera, so wet for me.” I hate that him nearly killing me with his dick is turning me on. His grip on my hair is unrelenting, and as he begins to pound his fingers into me, he is moving my head up and slamming me back down.

At this angle, when he pushes me all the way down and stretches me, those bars brush against my throat. A cooling sensation sends chills straight down my spine.

The momentary absence of his fingers as he brings that hand around my throat makes me whimper. His grip, as though searching for his cock, makes my arousal pour from me. Why is this man so fucking hot?

“That’s my little demon, taking all of me.” His grumbling tone rumbles like a purr amidst the thrum of the rain.

My eyes roll back, both from his comment, and the fact that I’m fighting for my life. When my nails dig into his thigh, he pulls me back and I gulp up what I can, needing to prepare for the next assault that I’m truthfully dying for.

A string of his precum mixed with my saliva draws down my chin, and he licks his lips. He has my heart thrashing, and all I want is that tongue down my throat.

For a moment, I sense his contemplation as he reads me, his gaze probing. My body, betraying my brain, reacts without my control, acting on its own.

I throw myself forward, my lips crash against his so hard I swear I hear the back of the seat snap in protest. His tongue is parting my lips and finding mine with determination. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me over the center console into his lap, my legs squeezed between the spaces on each of his sides. I don’t hesitate to lift his massive cock into position, and drop down onto him.

He tears into me, the caress of his bars against that glamorous spot inside of me makes me moan, which he swallows just as quickly as my pussy did his cock. His hands tear off the shirt I’m wearing, and I’m just as quickly removing that dumb-ass shirt from the convenience store.

My Amoro seeps from my pores and it’s clinging to him, sucking away as though I’m starved, even though I’m not.

“Fuck.” He grabs my neck and pulls me back, and as I ride him as hard as I can while being confined to this fucking car, he leans down and sucks on my breast. His teeth grazing against it until he is lifting it to latch onto my nipple.

I grasp onto his hair and my other hand holds me steady on his knee, my hips rolling and feeling every inch of his absolute masterpiece. “Such a good demon,” he purrs, and I don’t fight the way that it sends my body into excitement. “This cunt is right where it belongs. Wrapped around my cock.”

There is no part of me that doesn’t enjoy the praise, and I’m lost in his desire, not my own.

He doesn’t pierce my nipple, but he is biting and sucking so hard that by the time he is done, it feels sore. When he leans back, he is grinning, as though proud or in admiration of his own doing. He then moves to do the same to my other breast when he hesitates.

The hand that had been holding my neck moves before me, two fingers running along my lips. “Suck.” I, for once, am not defiant to his demand. I open up, and he slides them in. My tongue drawing a line up and rolling around them as if they were his cock. It makes me move my hips faster, causing him to buck up against my advancements.

He bites my nipple when I let out a moan, his fingers lazily resting in my mouth as I lean my head back. “Oh fuck…” My words are muffled by him grabbing my jaw and pulling me toward him.

As he releases my nipple, he whispers, “Bite me, my little demon, but keep them attached. I promise you’ll want them right where they are.”

I bite, my canine breaking through his flesh and drawing blood. Gods, he tastes even better when his desire is flowing through all of him. “Very good, so fucking good,” he groans against my skin, and I’m being dragged through so much pleasure my vision is giving. When I feel him pulling his hand away, I don’t fight him.

As he draws them out, he wraps the opposite arm around me and pulls me tight to his chest. Two of his coated fingers find my ass and breach through me, causing my hips to thrust instinctively and I moan so loud the windows shudder.

My body tightens as he holds me close and thrusts himself as hard as he can in our position. His fingers curve and pound in and out of my ass, just as fervently as his dick is doing to my drenched cunt.

“You feel incredible, holy fuck.” He bites down onto my neck, but not with his fangs.

My legs tremble, and he grins against my skin, “Does my little demon want to come all over this cock again?” he croons, and no part of me is free of goosebumps.