Page 40 of Satan's Priest

“You want a drink?” he purred.

I glanced down at the red Solo cup in his hand, then peeked at him through my eyelashes. My smile grew wider. “I’m thirsty for something else.”

With his puffed-out chest and parted lips, he looked like a rooster trying to impress a hen.

I licked my glossy lips, drawing his gaze to them. His pupils dilated as he watched me swipe my tongue on the underside of my upper lip.

“Damn, girl. You know how to cut to the chase, don’t you?” He smirked and grabbed my hand. “I’ll give you what you need. Don’t worry, baby.”

I smiled, following him as we weaved through the packed room.

My stomach growled, and I winced from the pain. I pounded at the invisible barrier in my mind and yelled at the man to run away. He was oblivious to the predator he led up the stairs and into an empty bedroom. As soon as he shut the door, he signed his life away and was now fucked.

I shoved him against the door.

“Goddamn,” he grunted, then laughed as I undid his pants and stuck my hand in them, circling my fingers around his hard cock. “You really want this, don’t you?”

I dropped to my knees and yanked down his pants until they pooled around his thighs. My hand gripped his erection and gave one stroke.

“I want to suck your cock,” I whispered huskily as I looked up at him.

His eyelids drooped, and a cocky smirk pulled at his lips. “Then by all means. Suck me, slut.”

My pussy clenched, and my arousal soaked my panties. I opened my mouth, stretched my tongue, and slapped his erection against the muscle.

“Jesus,” he gasped. His hand shot out and gripped my hair in a fist.

I sucked on the head and moaned, closing my eyes to enjoy the taste of his salty pre-cum. Hollowing my cheeks, I took him deeper into my mouth until his tip pressed against the back of my throat. Usually, I would have gagged because of how deep he was, but the entity in control didn’t react. I swirled my tongue around his shaft, cupped his balls, and squeezed them.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

I widened my jaw, taking him deeper and sucking as hard as possible. His hips jerked, and he grunted as I bobbed my head, fucking him with my mouth. A sweet, musky scent rose from him, and it wasn’t just the natural smell of his groin.

It was the same scent that had come from Sebastian when we started having sex. At the end of our encounter, the sweet smell had morphed into something that reminded me of a marshmallow that had been over the fire for too long.

The party still went on outside the bedroom. People walked by, not realizing I was sucking some stranger’s dick like a lollipop. But the more I went down on him, the louder he got.

A girl snickered on the other side of the door when he cursed, his back thumping against it as he forced my head up and down on his erection. I didn’t mind that he took control of how he wanted it.

“Sounds like someone is getting some,” the girl said with a laugh.

“Lucky bitch,” her friend said.

No. I wasn’t lucky.

I didn’t want to do this, because I knew what would happen to him. But I couldn’t stop myself.

His breath hitched, and he growled, his dick jerking inside my mouth.

“I’m right there. I’m—” He groaned, long and hard, and cum filled my mouth and spilled down my throat.

The entity inside me found the thread that connected the man to me. I yanked it, drawing him closer and forcing him to orgasm again. He coated my mouth with his salty cum, and I swallowed it like the greedy cumslut that I was.

We moaned in unison.

I cupped his heavy balls, squeezing them and sucking his dick into my mouth. I wanted more. No, I needed more.

Please! No! I can’t hurt him, too.