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“You don’t care that I’m fat.”
“Baby girl, you’re gluttonous like me, and I adore every inch of you. Now, take that fucking shirt off so I can burn it.”
After convincing her to remove her shirt, removing the rest of her clothing took little effort. Finally, my little piece of heaven was splayed out on the bed like I was about to put her on the torture rack. And in a way, I was. But it would be the good kind of torture while I tasted every inch of her.
My hand cupped her breast, savoring the heavy weight in my palm before I twisted the nipple, watching how her back arched and she crooned for more. “Do you like a little pain with your pleasure, baby girl?”
“I … I don’t know,” she admitted softly.
I twisted harder, pinching the small bud between my forefinger and thumb. As I did, I leaned in, pressing my free hand to her pussy and feeling how wet she became at the action. A devilish smile took its place on my face as I slicked my fingers through her juice, slowly twirling the tip around her clit while I plucked at her nipple, tugging on it until she moaned again.
“I believe you do, Eden. How delightful for me.” My fingers worked her nub, watching how she circled her hips as she desperately searched for something more. I switched hands, taunting the other nipple as more wetness gushed around me. The promise of her pain tolerance meant she would be more ready for my true cock than I expected.
Sinking to my knees, I buried my head between her legs, staring at her pretty pink pussy. “I have a confession, Eden.”
She lifted her head, our eyes meeting.
My tongue slipped out, mocking her clit with soft strokes that would do nothing for her. “I could smell your lust for me from the moment we met.”
Her eyes widened, her breath coming in soft pants as my tongue pressed harder.
“I knew how much you wanted me, and taking you for ice cream was a ruse I thought necessary to get you into this position. The only cream I wanted to lick is yours.”
I flattened my tongue on her hot flesh as I imbibed myself on her heady syrup. Her moan filled the room as her hand clamped the back of my head, pressing my nose deep between her folds while my tongue sunk into her flesh. Scraping my teeth along the sensitive flesh of her entrance made her wail like a banshee, the most delightful thing I’d ever heard.
After that, I partook in the feast she’d laid before me, eating like a man starved for a hundred years. The furious ministrations of my tongue brought her higher and higher. Every cry slipped from her lips in a gasp, and her fingers gripped my scalp as they tried to rip my hair follicles from their homes.
Then suddenly, her hands were gone, searching for something else to hold. I slapped her clit with my free hand, bringing her back to the moment. Pulling my dripping jaw from her, I shook my head. “Be a good girl, Eden, or I’ll have to punish you. And you never want to find yourself under the will of a demon.” My eyes flashed, giving away the hint of my true form but she was so caught up in her lust that she barely noticed the change.
“Don’t … stop … Matteo.”
“Mammon,” I commanded. “Call me by my given name.”
“Mat—Mammon, please, let me come! I need to.” She writhed under me, so desperate for pleasure and sin that she barely registered the truth and power I’d given her.
“As you wish, baby girl.” My tongue lashed out again, and as I dove back into her honeyed flesh, I clipped her clit with my teeth and sunk three fingers straight into her cunt.
Her thighs tightened around my head, robbing me of the orchestra of songs she was performing for me. Her flesh squeezed and throbbed so close to the pinnacle that I released my hold on her knee to bring my other hand into play to take her over the edge.
Sweeping up her wetness, I brushed my thumb against her asshole and then pressed in, stroking the sensitive nerves until she screamed with sudden surrender. She hadn’t pulled away when I teased circles against that tight little hole, a promising suggestion for what was to come.
“Oh, God, Matteo.” She chuckled breathlessly, her eyes closed.
I undid the belt of my slacks and unzipped them, freeing my thick and unyielding cocks. It was a feature unique to me that, amongst my brothers, was a source of jealousy. While all of us were blessed with pleasure heightening phalluses, mine was the only one offering twice the enjoyment.
Her eyes finally fluttered open, taking in the sight before her as they widened in surprise. “Wha—what thehell?”
Pressing them together, I stroked them as I basked in her momentary fear. But she was a glutton, like me, so she would love being stuffed by me as no other man could. She only needed to come to terms with this reality.
“I am Mammon, the demon of gluttony. And now you are mine, Eden. Allow me to gorge you on my cocks. Give me your body, and I will give you an ecstasy you’ve never imagined.”
“Wait a second—” She scrambled off the bed, rushing to grab the covers off it and wrap them around her delicious body. She backed against the wall as she stared at my cocks, processing the reality before looking back at me. “You fucking piece of shit.”
Why on heaven and earth did her dirty mouth turn me on?It took a concerted effort not to smirk at her because that would only worsen things.
“You have some big fucking balls, don’t you?”
I glanced down before looking back at her. “Well, yeah, but—”
“But nothing! You’re the man from the phone,” she stated angrily as she pieced everything together. “Oh, God.” She covered her mouth, pacing across the room before looking back at me in horror. “It’s so much worse than the mafia. I mean, the mafia was pretty bad, butdemonmafia?”
I looked at my cocks sadly, aware that in my eagerness to fuck both holes, I had opened a door of trouble I hadn’t considered the human might want to go through. “Fuck’s sake,” I muttered, bending to yank my pants back up and regretfully stuffing my cocks inside.
Put back together, my mask slid into place, cold and steely. I could compartmentalize. I had to be able to in my line of business.
“You need to—”
“Don’t finish that.” I cut her off, finishing adjusting myself and returning to my usual, unaffected demeanor. The Matteo I was before I met her. This was business. It was simply business. I could get my rocks off with any whore. It didn’t have to be her. “I didn’t come out with the intention of this happening. I had a plan.Yourlust derailed my intentions.”
She scoffed, lifting a hand to flip me off in a human gesture I believed meant she was mad. How cute.
