She still can’t sleep despite counting sheep from one to a thousand. Her mind is busy trying to recall the rest of that memory. Was that all? But it feels like there is still more from it. It doesn’t just end there while they locked eyes.
She slowly slid out of Daemon’s embrace and stood up from the bed to the bathroom to splash herself some water in hopes that that would clear her mind in order to remember the memories but that didn’t help either. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. An image of a disturbed woman in messy hair stared back.
“When would I remember it all?”
She fell into a deep pensive thought that she didn’t realize Daemon was already with her until he hugged her from behind and buried his face on the crook of her neck.
“You’re thinking again. Come on, let’s go back.”
But none of them moved. He continued raining kisses on her neck while she gazed at his face in the mirror. She never saw him this needy. This Daemon is so far from the image she had of him during her birthday party. Who would have thought this stranger would turn out to be her husband?
“Wanted me to help you? Hmm?” His nose moved up and down on her nape sending sweet delicious chills down her spine.
“Help me what?” she managed to ask, gazing at his eyes in the mirror.
“I’ll help you to quickly forget about what you’re thinking,” he whispered and bit off a piece of flesh, his hand already reaching for her mound and now palming it gently, massaging it using his thumb in a circular motion.
“Hmm, can you really do that, Mr. Evil Pig?” She teased him, offering her neck to ask for more of his kisses while parting her legs to give him a wider access that he quickly took advantage of.
“Oh I can do more than that, you little wifey.”
Grounding his hardness between the crack of her butt where a flimsy pajama serves as the only division, something came out of her wetting her panty.
Seeing all the things he’s doing on her in front of the mirror turned her on all the more. The scene is so erotic and provocative she could cum just by looking at Daemon’s hands while he finger-fucked her without taking off her underwear.
Why is she so turned on right now? She just used her vibrator the other day and pleasured herself. Certainly, she’s not having green thoughts with this evil pig, right? If so, why can’t she pull his finger away that has already sunk deep in her core?
Her blood begins pounding so hard through the veins. With flushed cheeks and a hazy focus, she closed her eyes and moaned when she imagined his dick replacing her beloved toy.
“Fuck…” he cursed through clenched teeth when he heard him. In one swift motion, he flipped her to the front to face her, now grinding his hardness against her dripping pussy, his two fingers inside her still moving.
“It’ll just be quick,” he said panting.
She gasped when he ripped open her pajamas and gathered them above her hips, shoveled her panties to the side, and quickly unleashed his cock from his boxers in a hasty manner. The sight of her perfectly clean-shaven pussy got him feeling wild especially when he dipped his finger once more and found her to be slick wet.
She squirmed in delight when he pushed three fingers inside. Squealing in ecstasy, she drove her face into his neck and sucked it in the process.
“You’re so wet and so so tight. Did you have any man in your bed?”
Devon shook her head, her eyes shut closed enjoying the way her body was shuddering in carnal joy. “I haven’t had any time to find one.”
He growled and stood up straight to pull her hips back, lining up the head of his dick with the juice from her wet pussy lips. Devon groaned loudly and moved her hips to meet his shaft, her nails digging into the skin of his arms.
“Do you want me to take you from behind? It’s better that way. We can both watch our bodies and faces,” he suggested as his hand traveled into his ass to knead them.
“O-Okay.”
She turned back voluntarily and bent down, ready to take him in. With a grunt, he plunged inside her, tasting a slice of heaven.
She let out a long moan when he filled her fully stretching her up to the hilt, her softness complimenting the hard long dick that’s driving her mad with every push inside. The tightness of her cunt being tested by his girth makes her even crazier. Devon looked at the mirror while Daemon was on her back pumping hard. The way her pussy was molded for his cock alone, accepting him up so eagerly casts a spell on her.
“Harder. Daemon, harder,” she gasps, pushing backward to meet his dick, her hands firmly grasping the tiled countertop of the lavatory.
Daemon gave her her request, slamming deep into her harder.
“Oh gosh,” she cries. “Oh gosh,” she called out. “Faster, Daemon. I’m going to come.”
Pulling her hips up and slamming into them, grunting with each hard and fast stroke until he felt his cunt squeezed his dick tightly as she came. Holding her hips in his hands, he let her body relax from her orgasm before he started bursting inside her unloading all his cum into her body soaking up everything he’s generously giving her.
“I’m sorry,” he said after finally pulling out.
She froze on her feet. That’s the least she expected to hear from him. As if in a daze, she stands up, leaning on him for a bit for support to fix her panty.
“Wash up and take a pill. Quick,” he said coldly and then he left her like that as if he’s regretting doing it with her.
Devon blinked to chase the tears away as a memory came as quickly as her orgasm.