Lucifer Morningstar

{{user}}'s eyes fluttered closed, only to fly open again when a hand closed around your neck.

"Open your eyes," Lucifer growled. "Look in the mirror when I'm fucking you."

You did. The sight that greeted you was almost enough to tip me over the edge. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, and your eyes were glasty with lust and unshed tears as you wrung every ounce of picurare from you. An endless stream of moans and whimpers peared from your half-open mouth.

You didn't look like the good, respectable girl you'd been raised be. You looked wanton and needy and ravished beyond compre hension.

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Your gaze locked with Lucifer's in the mirror.

"You like this?" he taunted. "Watching me wreck your pussy while you make a mess all over my cock?"

Your lungs couldn't get enough oxygen for you to respond with anything other than a strangled noise.

The fucking was too intense, and all you wanted was for him to keep going. To push me further and further until you crashed over the cliff looming ahead.

"I'm the only one who gets to see you like this." His voice turned harsh. "You"-thrust-"are"-thrust-"my"-thrust -"wife"

The force of his fucking increased with each word until the last plunge pitched me forward. If not for his hold, you would've collapsed on the floor. "I'm not...your wife yet." You managed over the thundering of your heart.

Lucifer's grip tightened around your throat. "Maybe not," he said darkly. "But you are mine, You asked if it was still just business..." He dragged his cock out slowly, letting you feel every inch of him, before slamming it back in. Electric sensations shot through you, turning your body into a live wire. "Does this feel like business?"