Page 80 of Satan's Priest

I listened to him working his pants undone—first his belt, then his zipper. I expected him to climb over me and shove himself into me. Instead, I heard him spit, followed by the wet sound of flesh on flesh.

“Daiman?” I cracked open my eyes and found him with his massive dick in his fist, furiously stroking it. I watched for a few seconds, my pussy clenching and heat rushing through my veins.

“What are you doing?” I finally asked in a whisper.

“Giving you what you need,” he growled. His hand pumped faster, and he breathed harder. “I want to see your tits. Show them to me.”

I swallowed and raised my shirt, wincing at the small shocks of pain. Daiman’s eyes darkened as I pulled my bra upward. My breasts spilled out and he groaned, his hand flying on his shaft, working himself quicker to orgasm.

A moan slipped out of me, and my arousal soaked my panties.

“Fucking hell, woman,” Daiman growled and stepped closer so his dick was inches from my head. He moaned, and warm cum jetted out and landed on my face.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered and licked the cum from my lips. A shudder ran down my spine, and my nipples hardened. He tasted so good. Musky, salty, and even a little sweet.

I opened my mouth, tongue out, to catch more of his load. Daiman grunted and pushed the head of his dick into my waiting mouth. I closed my mouth around it, sucking and licking the smooth tip.

“Jesus,fuck,” Daiman breathed as he shoved more of his dick into my mouth. He used shallow thrusts to fuck my face.

I closed my eyes, moaning around him and sucking for more cum. I found the thread of energy that connected me to Daiman and yanked it. Daiman roared, and more warm cum shot into my mouth, flooding it. I had to guzzle it so I didn’t drown.

The pain in my head subsided until it disappeared, but I was still hungry. I maneuvered myself onto my hands and knees on the bed, still sucking Daiman’s cock. I relaxed my jaw, making more room for him as I lowered my head until my mouth met the base of his shaft.

“Goddamn!” Daiman yelled.

I suctioned my cheeks together, rolling my tongue on the underside of his shaft, and forced him to come again. He roared as more cum shot down my throat, and he fisted my hair, jerking my head backward, only to push it back down until my lips met the bottom of him again.

I swallowed the last of his load, and he stepped back, still holding my head. He raised me onto my knees and slammed his lips on mine, tasting himself on my tongue. I reached up, grabbing a fistful of his hair and smiling to myself at his hiss of pain. Daiman rolled his tongue against mine, then nipped my bottom lip. I gasped at the brief ache, then sighed as he soothed it with his tongue.

Kissing Daiman was so much different from what it was like with Sebastian. My ex-boyfriend was gentle, even hesitant. But with Daiman, it was hard, fast, and primal. He made sure I knew he was the one in control here.

Even while sucking his dick, Daiman controlled me, forcing me to take more of him. It reminded me too much of Layla and what she’d said the night we were killed. I wished she was still here so I could tell her she’d been right about everything. Ihadwanted someone to grab me by the throat and use me like their sex doll. Now I had Daiman, who gave me exactly what I’d longed for.

Daiman ended the kiss and leaned back, his breath fanning against my lips. “How do you feel, angel?”

I panted, trying to catch my breath. I looked into his eyes, then shifted my gaze so I wasn’t looking directly into them. That was when I noticed the horns that sprouted from his temples and curled back, similar to a goat’s horns.

“Better. Where am I?” I asked, still staring at his horns. I tightened my hold on Daiman’s hair and rested my other hand on his shoulder. His hand was still buried in my hair, never letting go and even tightening the hold, making me whimper as heat rushed through me.

“You’re in my room,” he answered.

“I thought this was Lucien’s room.”

“Last time, it was his room. We live together.”

I didn’t know that. For some reason, I assumed they had their own places.

“You have horns,” I breathed, staring at them.

Daiman huffed a laugh and released my hair before he stepped back. I watched as he tucked himself back into his pants. My cheeks warmed as I unabashedly stared at his monster dick.

“That’s what you’re most curious about right now?” Daiman zipped his black jeans.

I shook my head and looked up at his face. “No.”

“Someone pushed you to the ground while playing soccer. You hit your head, and your inner demon came out. She’s a feisty one, by the way.” He grabbed my hips, his palms hotter than I remembered. My cheeks heated when I realized how his hands engulfed me, his fingers reaching near my spine. Daiman made me look smaller than I was, and I . . . I loved it.

“Wait . . .” I shot him a confused look as what he said finally registered. “What?”