Our son, little Damon, was fast asleep. And my husband, oh he was horny.
"Lucifer we can't," I whisper as he kissed up my neck. "We have to wait like six weeks."
"I can't," he growled. Oh, hello. "Now," he muttered.
"Lucifer," I giggled, "you're so horny!"
"I don't want to wait six weeks, that's too long."
"Would you rather you cause something bad to happen to me?" He instantly shot UP, worry in his eyes.
"Of course not." He cupped my face and gently kissed my lips. "Never, ever."
"Then you have to wait six weeks," I mumble, distracted with his lips on mine again.
"I love you," he said, kissing my face all over.
"I love you too. Well, more."
"You can never love me as more as I love you!"
"Impossible."
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The Mystery Man | completed
Short Story"What happened? Are you okay?" "It was weird, it was as if I was dancing with Lucifer himself." ~ In which a girl believes she has met Lucifer, the Devil. --- COVER CREDIT: peakybooo (give her some love, she's honestly an amazing person) Highest ran...
