“I love you,” she cries as my fingers dig into her arse as I fuck her harder.
Sweat begins to run down my spine as I let my inner demon out and give her everything my body craves. It’s only the beginning of what I hope is going to be a wild night, and I have a feeling it’s barely going to take the edge off. But that’s fine. We’ve got hours and more places to play than fucking Disneyland right now.
Her body begins to tighten around me and her nails sink into my shoulders, no doubt drawing blood, but it only spurs me on.
“I need to feel you coming, Demon. I wanna feel you milking my cock and taking everything I have.”
“Yes. Yes. Please,” she chants.
Her head falls back and her eyes close as she absorbs the feeling of our bodies taking over.
“Look at me, Demon. I need you to see just how much you own me as we fall.”
Her eyes pop open at my words and her body tenses as she cries out, her release crashing into her the second we connect.
“Fuck. Fuck,” I bark, unable to do anything but fall right along with her.
“Toby,” she whimpers as her body continues to convulse.
“I love you, baby. I love you so much.”
“I love yo—” Her words are cut off by my lips and I kiss her until I’m once again hard inside her. Picking her up, I carry her over to the bar and lay her out on top of it, reluctantly slipping from inside her as I take a step back to study her.
“Damn, you should be on the menu every night, Demon.”
She watches me as I prowl back toward her, dropping lower, keeping her exposed and running my tongue up the length of her cunt. The taste of both of us explodes in my mouth.
“Damn, we taste good, Demon.”
“Shit, Toby. That’s… hot.”
I push two fingers inside her, dipping them into the cum I filled her with only minutes ago.
“Nah, baby. Knowing you’re full of me… watching it drip from your body,” I say, dragging my finger out. “That’s fucking hot.”
“You’re filthy.”
“You love it.”
Any more conversation is cut off when I suck her clit into my mouth once more. She arches on top of the bar and I don’t let up until she’s screaming, her fingers twisted so tight in my hair that I’m sure she’s about to rip it out.
The second she’s down, I stand and drag her arse off the edge, filling her once more until she falls all over again.
“We should go clean up,” I confess once we’re both sweaty, our breaths heaving from exertion.
“I thought we had all night,” she says, a small pout on her lips.
“We do. So there’s no need to rush. We can have a drink, maybe,” I suggest, walking over to where my clothes lie abandoned in a heap on the floor.
Pulling my phone out, I shoot off a quick message before snatching Jodie’s dress and dragging her toward the bathrooms.
Ignoring the sign for the men’s, I take her straight to the ladies’.
“What are you doing?” she asks when I open the hidden cupboard beneath the basins and pull out a bag.
“I thought you might need replacements. Those,” I say, glancing down to her knickers, “are a little damp, after all.”
I pass her the bag and she looks inside.