Done Well

"I do." He admitted. "I'm a demon after all. Would you have me ask?"

"Yes!"

"And when you said no? Or begged me to stop?" He asked. Lifting an intrigued brow.

"Then you'd have sympathy."

"I have none."

"Then pretend!"

"I pretend nothing. I seek only pleasure. And when you stop fighting I'll offer it to you in return."

"I'll never stop."

I'll fight you forever.

He got up on his hands again and I felt him stretching me already. Without him yet moving.

But he's going to.

"That's fine." He said flatly "Struggling incites me too." He thrust once to show me how hard he was. "See?"

"You're the most vile creature in existence!"

He leaned over me to whisper into my ear. "Then why do you get so wet when I'm near. I can smell you across the room. Why do your nipples harden like this when I'm in you." He thumbed one to make his point. "Why do you shudder around my cock."

Despite myself, my gut tightened at his words. I don't!

I don't think...