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He nods, guiding my shaking fingers over his shirt. Then to his pants. I keep eye contact with him, not wanting to look until the last moment.
Most people would expect a demon to be sculpted like Adonis, but Mammon isn't. My husband is bulky. Burly. Heavyset. Wide shoulders, barrel chest, arms roped with muscle, and legs the size of tree trunks. He carries extra weight… and I like it. What do they call it? A dad bod, that's right. I have my very own Dad Bod Demon, and he's as sexy as… well… Hell.
My chest rises and falls in short gasps, my heart pounding as I take him in. Once he's finally naked, I let my eyes dip across his thick abs and further down.
My mouth drops open as my gaze lands on his enormous cock. Not that I've ever seen one, but something tells me this is much larger than a human cock. I knew it felt big against my ass in the morning, but holy moly, nothing prepared me for the sight in all its mammoth beauty.
And then there are the bump-like spikes covering his turgid flesh.
I swallow hard.
His tail flicks behind him, which I've come to recognize as a suppressed show of emotion from my demon husband. He reaches for my hand, and I blush as he leads it to his thick cock. He groans as I grip it, experimentally sliding my hand up and down. “The spurs are a little rough but not sharp enough to hurt you. They can make you feel good if you let them.”
I lick my lips nervously and look up at him to see his gaze hooded with lust. I clear my throat, thick with nerves. "Yes. Yes, I want to feel that.”
“Oh, you will, little one,” he tells me smoothly as he leans back on his haunches. "But first, open your legs. Let me see what's mine."
Biting my lip, I do as he says, opening my legs to expose my pink center to him.
"Fucking beautiful," he rasps, his gaze on my pussy. "A banquet only for me."
My heartbeat picks up even more at the prospect of him finally touching me and satisfying the desires I've hidden like secret sins. Sins a demon wouldn’t care about. Sins I hope my husband will revel in.
His fingers slide over me, his talons scraping my thighs sensually with an edge of pain that feels… so good. I want his thick fingers inside me, to experience all of him, but I’ll have to ask him to file those talons first.
I gasp and buck my hips as Mammon carefully parts my folds with his thumbs. He lowers his head and blows on my sensitive flesh, pulling an anguished moan of need from my throat. His tongue flicks at a spot I’ve thought about touching many times in the shower and in bed at night.
But his touch? It's incredible.
With an animalistic growl, Mammon tosses my legs over his shoulders and leans in again, his hot breath tickling my inner thighs.
“You smell amazing,” he tells me before his deep red tongue snakes out again, and he dives in like he hasn’t eaten in days, and I’m the meal.
He kisses my pussy like he kissed my mouth, sucking, licking, biting. I writhe underneath him as inexplicable sensations cause explosions in my body and brain. I can barely think, my words and murmurs unintelligible. My body does what it wants, thrusting toward him and begging for a kind of release I've never experienced.
The tension in my core winds tighter and tighter, sensations building in a combination of ecstasy and pain until… it crashes down on me in a tidal wave. My thighs grip Mammon's head, holding him to me as bliss spirals through me, and I quiver and fall apart. Oh, sweet Lord, this is what I've been missing? Could anything be more exquisite than this?
Mammon lifts his head, grinning at me as I catch my breath. His heated gaze has my pulsing pussy clenching on emptiness. How could I need more?
My husband licks and kisses his way up my body until he's looming over me, a deliciously demonic masculine force to be reckoned with.
"Do you remember what I vowed to you on the night of our wedding, Penelope?"
I nod, licking my suddenly dry lips. "You said we were inevitable, that I would be yours in every way."
Mammon smirks. "Time to make that vow a reality. Take a breath, little one. This may hurt a little… at first.”
His huge, spiky cock points toward his stomach, his heavy sac hanging below. A drop of liquid beads on the tip, and my mouth waters for a taste.
"Next time, little one," Mammon says, reading the desire in my eyes. "I've waited long enough to sink inside this tight cunt, to feel it swallowing me whole and milking me dry."
My breath whooshes out at his filthy mouth and the imagery of him inside me. Of those spikes.
Mammon kneels between my thighs and grabs my hips, pulling me toward him. Spreading me wide, he lines his cock up with my slick entrance. He slides the broad tip inside, and I suddenly understand what he meant when he told me to take a breath. He's only partially inside me, and I'm sure he's going to tear me apart.
"Mammon?" I ask uncertainly.
"Shhh, you can take me, wife," he rasps, his jaw locked.
