“That’s fucked up! You know that you’re my everything.”
“Okay, I’ll stop bitching at you.”
“Good because I want you,” Demon hums, moving his hands under my skirt, and grabs my ass.
“Hell yes,” I whimper, moving my hand to undo his jeans.
I pull out his hard cock, and I lift up. Demon tears off my panties, and I slide down onto his cock, moaning.
“Fuck,” Demon grunts, squeezing my ass cheeks.
He moves one hand to rub my swollen flesh, and I grab his wide shoulders to shift, grinding down, taking him deeper.
“That’s it, Baby, grab my cock with your tight pussy,” Demon growls, pushing up my tank top and sucking my nipple.
“Oh, hell yes!”
I feel my pussy inner walls flutter, my stomach flips. I pull his face up and kiss him, biting his lower lip. I’m on fire, and I move faster.
“Fuck, I need more.”
Demon pushes off the chair and sets me on his desk. He grabs my hips and thrusts in fast and deep, kissing hard. The emotion swells in my chest, closing up my throat. I moan, holding on to his shoulders, feeling my bones turn to jelly.
“Come with me, Baby.”
I fall over the edge with Demon feeling whole, complete.
One.
A few days later.
I walk across the parking lot to where Demon is waiting for me on his bike. I smile and wave, then I hear the asshole.
“Fuck! You’re still with that loser; it’s totally stupid, Halo. You can do better, like you can be with me,” John scoffs, walking behind me.
“A smart man would shut his stupid mouth, but you’re not a smart man, are you, John?” I huff, raising my hand and extending my middle finger.
“You’re such a bitch,” John snarls walking away.
“Get lost.”
I watch Demon slide off his bike and take a long, angry stride, digging his shitkickers into the gravel and pushing off. He stops in front of me.
“Baby, what the fuck! I’m going to kill the fucker, John! I can’t fucking believe that he’s still after you. Of all of the fucking law schools, he decides to attend McGeorge School of Law so he can be here with you,” Demon hisses, pulling me closer to him.
“Demon, for real? He’s harmless, but he’s like a fucking gnat. But I’m sure that the bastard didn’t decide to attend McGeorge for me. But I do think that he needs a good-ass whooping. No need for you to kill the poor fool,” I say, running my hands up his strong, muscular arms.
“Baby, I’m kicking his ass, but if he continues, I’m telling you right now, I’m killing the bastard,” Demon hisses, moving his hand to my neck.
He pulls me close, taking my lips in a hard, hungry kiss. I run my fingers through his hair, feeling him tremble.
“Baby, let’s get some grub, and then we can go to Jackson Rancheria Hotel and Casino,” Demon hums.
“Oh, that sounds like fun. Why don’t we eat there? They have some restaurants that we can try,” I squeal, turning up my lips.
“Right, let’s go.”
Four
