The Devil in I by Slipknot
“Fuck, baby, right there,” I moan as I roll my hips again, pleasure beginning to build in my core.
The guy beneath is fine, nothing worth writing home about, but he’ll do for the evening. He has soft brown hair and warm honey eyes. He’s sweet. One day he’ll make an excellent boyfriend for some lucky girl. But it won’t be me. His cock is thick and long and uncut, and each roll of my hips pushes him deeper inside in a way that has my eyes rolling back in my head. He has a great cock, but skill with it—not so much. After several minutes of fingers and skin scraping around, I decided to take control ofthings if I have any hope of coming.
He paws at my breast, not really doing much of anything. “You like that, slut?” he asks with absolutely no conviction as I start to bounce up and down on his length.
I mean… not really… probably shouldn’t tell him that though.
At nineteen, I’m officially aimless. A wandering high school graduate with an entire future at her feet but no clear direction. The endless possibilities of the real world are all too real. Colleges and scholarships and work studies and…fuck!It’s too much. I’d rather get lost in a stranger than face the reality of my open-ended, unclear existence which sits on the precipice of tomorrow.
“More,” I groan as the intrusive thoughts and anxieties begin to fill my head again, chasing away the ecstasy of now with the worry of tomorrow.
“You want more, slut,” he growls as he pistons his hips upward. His cock hits my cervix and the pleasure and pain momentarily silence the voices in my head.
“Yes!” I groan as he bounces me up and down. “Fuck, you have a nice cock.”
“It’s fine,” a smooth, deep voice whispers in my ear as hands reach around me, finding my nipple and twisting expertly. I cry out in pleasure and pain, my pussy pulsing. “But I think a girl like you needs more, huh?”
I was so lost in the moment I didn’t hear someone slip inside the room. Hell, I didn’t even notice this guy was in the room until he wastwisted around me like a snake. The smell of weed and whiskey wrap around me, filling my senses with him. His hands caress me expertly, reverently, as if I’m a prize. I moan in response, and I can feel the rumble of approval in his chest through my back.
“Fuck off, bro,” the guy beneath me says as he stops moving, making me sag in annoyance. “This chick’s mine. Find your own to fuck.”
The new stranger bends me slightly forward with a gentle push to my back. He spits, warm saliva dripping down my crack in a way that has my hips rolling. His fingers smear the combined wetness of his saliva and my desire around my tight back opening.
“No,” he says slowly, without haste, as he slips a single finger inside my ass, pumping in and out gently. “We’re gonna share Danica tonight.”
My head whips around in alarm. I take him in—he’s tall and muscular without being too bulky. He has pale skin and jet-black hair. His lips quirk up in a cocky smirk, his canines glimmering in the low light of whoever’s bedroom we’ve all wandered into at this house party. But it’s his eyes that are truly hypnotizing—bright green and full of the promise of mischief. I am certain I don’t know this guy, so how does he know my name?
“Dude, I’m not really into that guy-on-guy stuff,” the man beneath me protests, but his cock swells and jerks inside me.Liar.
“Do I know you?” I ask the guy who currently has two fingers, knuckle deep, pumping in and out of my ass, stretching me nice and wide.
“I’ve seen you around, Danica. Your sad little soul called out tome, begging for my brand of salvation.” His tongue darts out to lick his lips. “I think we could have a good time together, don’t you?”
The question is innocuous enough on the surface, but a small part of me cries out in protest. There’s something about this stranger that screams danger and destruction. He has the eyes of the devil.
But then he undoes his pants, letting loose his monster cock, and my brain short-circuits.Fuck caution. Let’s party.
“You want a taste?” he goads as he begins to pump his very impressive length in tandem with the tempo of his fingers inside me. “Get it nice and wet so I can slide inside?”
I nod like the desperate whore I am, my pussy clenching at the thought. My hips begin to roll again as he retracts himself, coming to stand in front of me and offering me himself. The head of his dick is already red and weeping as I bring it to my lips. My tongue darts out to lick up the salty precum. I hum in appreciation of his taste.
“That’s it, Danica,” my stranger praises as I find a rhythm, riding up and down on one cock, while taking another deeper and deeper into my mouth. “Such a good girl.”
“Oh shit,” the guy beneath me whispers in reverence as his hands grip my hips. “This is so fucking hot.”
Without warning, the intruder rips himself from my mouth. I pant and pout at the loss. He runs his thumb along my lower lip.
“As sweet as this mouth is,” he says, moving back around behind me and pushing me back downward. “I want to fill this fucking ass with my cum, not yourthroat.”
I cry out as the throbbing head of his cock pushes against my tight opening. I feel like I’m being split in two. I can’t take it. Tears prick my eyes and I shake my head.
“Relax, beautiful,” he whispers sweetly in my ear. His hand comes around front to find my swollen clit. He begins rubbing the tight bundle of nerves. “I need you to relax so I can slide inside, okay?”
I take a deep breath and focus on how good his fingers feel, how herbal and spicy he smells, how warm and hard his body feels pressed against mine. He’s everything, and I want him—I want him badly.
“There you go, Danica,” he says on a moan as my body melts into his touch and his cock slides inside me inch by fat fucking inch. “Such a good cock whore.”
