Satan was never one for moving slowly. He immediately stepped back and started unbuckling his pants. I was so curious to see how big he’d be. I had an idea, but…
I got my answer when his cock sprung out and nearly hit me in the face.
Now, I wasn’t going to exaggerate. It wasn’t like he was five feet away with a foot-long cock. I wasn’t going to speak in hyperbolic language.
But that was only because I didn’t need to. I almost wondered if he was too big, but far better for that to be the problem than the reverse.
“Holy fuck,” I said as I wrapped my hand around it and stroked slowly, almost like I was petting a tiger I was afraid would bite me at any moment.
“It can get right to that whenever you want, sexy,” he said, “but why don’t you blow me some and get me even more revved up?”
For how surprisingly clean he was, I was happy to do so. I opened my mouth, took him in whole, and swallowed him.
I went to work pleasuring him as best as I could, slurping, sucking, stroking, swallowing…whatever I could do, I did. If his cock twitched or thickened, I kept on doing what I was doing. If it stayed the same for longer than a few seconds, I changed it up. I looked up into his eyes to catch him looking at me a couple times, but each time that I did, his eyes turned to the ceiling instead as he moaned.
Maybe it was a littletoointimate of a moment. Maybe he was just feeling more than he was ready for. That was fine; tonight wasn’t necessarily about deep emotions and deep feelings, but about expressing how much we fucking wanted to fuck.
This went on for several minutes. I was kind of surprised that Satan hadn’t come yet, but maybe he was holding back. Maybe—
“Get on your back,” he growled.
I did as commanded. He rummaged through a nearby stand, grabbed some rubber, and put it on him.
“You make me feel like a fucking king,” he said. “Only fair that I return the favor.”
“Oh?” I said with a smile, too nervous to say anything else.
As it turned out, I didn’t need to. Satan just moved to me, pulled me in with a kiss, and slid inside.
And holy fuck, he wasn’t too big. He was just right—as big as I’d ever had, and any bigger probably would have caused some problems!
As he pushed deeper and deeper inside of me, I found myself approaching a second first time—the first time orgasming multiple times in one round of sex. Maybe no one had just ever made me feel this way, maybe no one had ever had the skill before, maybe things were just that good, but no one could pleasure me quite like Satan was. And sure enough, just in missionary, I came yet again, this time lasting much longer.
Of course, that was far from our only position. God knew how many things we did in that bedroom. By the time Satan had finally come, blasting his load into his condom from doggy style as his hands squeezed incredibly tightly around my hips, every corner of the room had probably been stained in some fashion with sweat or sticky skin.
And when we both collapsed to the bed, him resting on top of my back, I couldn’t help but first feel utterly pleased. Holy fuck, that felt incredible.
And then…
Then I felt worried.
The fuck had I just done?
I’d just slept with someone I was doing an interview piece on. It wasn’t unheard of for reporters to sleep with some of their male subjects, but that didn’t mean it was a good idea or even an idea looked upon positively. If my boss found out or, worse, if any coworkers found out…
Even Leigh, I suspected, would cast some judgment upon me. I didn’t worry as much about that as I did her opening her mouth in spots where she maybe shouldn’t have. Oh, fuck.
But damn, if ever I was to commit the cardinal sin of crossing business and pleasure, I sure had picked a hell of a spot to do it. Satan sure knew how to make me feel great.
And on top of it all, he’d said he’d talk to Spawn about Melissa. That was really what put me at ease. I could always find a job somewhere else. I couldn’t find the closure of Spawn getting his comeuppance anywhere else.
“You’re a tight, wet little thing,” Satan said.
I laughed. What else was I supposed to do for as pleasurably exhausted as I felt?
“And you’re, uh, a rock-hard big thing?”
“Works for me,” Satan said.
