Fuck…
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come…”
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonnacome…”
My loins are coiled up, tight scorching heat from my chest down to my thighs. I’m barely cognizant of what I’m doing, sucking ravenously and whimpering.
I don’t want him to… I’m not going to…
“Meloso… baby, pajarito, take it slow and swallow it all…”
Warm spurts decorate the back of my tongue, filling my mouth. And I have no choice but to swallow it. But I’msuckingit out…
Gulping it back, like a thirsty bitch.
Fuck… fuck fuck fuck…
Ragged sounds crawl up my throat while I swallow, mewling cries muffled by how desperately I’m devouring this… And howfiercelyI’m pulsing in return.
Movement startles me out of my trance, and I pull my mouth away just in time to catch sight of someone standing outside the door.
A shadowed figure watching me.
I have to blink heavily to make sure it’s real, and not the legs I was seeing in my memories and imagination just now.
But they’re real, and when my eyes travel up the tall frame, they land on the devil.
Diablo…
Literally.The person is wearing a devil mask. Full, covering their whole head.
“Holy fuck, baby…” Jonah purrs, petting my face lazily. “That was some top-tier head. Jesus…”
I’m barely paying attention to him. I’m too busy gawking at the person in the creepy devil mask, standing stock-still,glaringat me. They’re completely unmoving. I still can’t be sure they’re not a hallucination.
I blink again while Jonah tucks himself away, swallowing and swallowing past the taste of cum on my tongue. And the stranger just stares. It’s too dark to really make out the eyes behind the mask, but they look dark…
Jonah is completely oblivious. He has his back to the door, but still. I think he’s too dazed from the orgasm fog to notice anything happening around him.
Standing up slowly, I witness the eyes following me as I rise to my feet. The mask is sort of terrifying.
But then, I’ve seen the devil up close, so nothing scares me anymore.
The devil cocks his head—the first movement since I noticed him standing there—and now I’m positive… without a shadow of doubt.
That movement…
Curiously. Like an animal. Like a predator.
“Diablo…” I whisper, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.
But he’s not the only hunter in the room. Not anymore.
“You are something else, you know that?” Jonah sighs, kissing my neck while I stare at the devil, every muscle in my body bunched in wait.
Does he recognize me?
My mind is cluttered with thoughts, and yet blank. I’m calm, focused… on the small, razor-sharp blade I have hidden in my sock.
