DANGEROUSXWDW

J.A.| DEVILISH

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Devilish by Chase Atlantic
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It is so typical of Tate to drag me to a trashy Halloween party and disappear within five minutes after our arrival. She suggested that we come together as angels; I'd be the good angel and she would be the evil one. I thought the idea was basic but I wasn't about to come as a cat like the rest of the female population.

These college frat parties are always extravagant though, I'll give them that much. Halloween parties are the most lively of events on campus; girls have an excuse to dress up sluttier than ever, and guys like to stare.

I twist my neck, looking around the function; streamers, skeletons, Jack-o-lanterns and more creepy decorations are scattered around, causing the occasional scream from a drunk girl. Students pushed up against walls, caught in a tongue twister. Dim lighting cast upon the room, the only light source is false candles flickering every few seconds. Halloween hits blast through speakers for the select few that are dancing instead of making out.

I continue to take in the wonderfully creepy scene as I step into the kitchen littered with 'do not enter' signs and skulls spread across counters. I scan the faces of the room looking for Tate, but I have no such luck.

A handsome devil invades my line of sight, and I can't help but feel enchanted by him. A blood-red flannel drapes over a thin button up with the top couple buttons undone. Two devil horns sitting atop his unruly curls and a line of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth stitch the look together. He's wicked hot.

Walking past him to the table surrounded by plastic brains and intestines, I grab a plastic cup and pour myself some 'spiked blood'. The devil creeped up next to me and spoke words with venom on his tongue, "wanna grab me by the horns? It'll be one hell of a ride. I've been asking around all night, but I have bad luck."

There's something magical about spooky season, it draws people in as if a spell was cast upon them; and when under the spell, you tend to make out-of-character decisions.

Tonight, I'm the one under a spell.

"Looks like I'm the answer to your prayers," I smirk.

His gaze falls between us, examining my outfit as he finishes the toxic liquid in his cup. Without a word, he takes my hand in his and leads us out of the kitchen. His skin is hot against my cold touch.

The two of us walk past the wide spread cobwebs and into a dingy, haunted room with blood on the walls, flickering candles spread around, and a thick noose hanging in the corner of the room for decoration.

He shuts and locks the door while I sit on the edge of the red silk sheets, taking my cute but inconvenient angel wings off and setting them on the floor. He steps towards me with a devilish look in his brown eyes before meeting his lips with mine.

Kissing the devil felt like a sweet irresistible sin, as our tongues mingled while he pushed me down against the pillows. His kisses are lust filled, and incredibly sweet; like a cherry lollipop. It's intoxicating. He peels his flannel and shirt away from his torso, and my nails trace the indents of his deadly abs. His sinister stare fixed on my hand, feeling his torso, before hovering on top of me and sinking his teeth into the skin of my neck, leaving dark love bites.

His tongue slithers along my neck and chest while his hands roughly strip me of my clothes, leaving my halo on my head. I'm no angel tonight.

The devil examines my naked body as he kneels down and darts his tongue out to taste me. I moan under his intense stare, as he grabs my tiny wrist with his large one and puts my hand to his curls for me to grip as his tongue delves deeper past my folds. His tongue circles the rim of my entrance, making me gasp out loud at his bold actions. My hands tug at his curls while he watches me squirm.

I've never unraveled under someones touch like this, but here I am-orgasming already just from his tongue.

He stands up after licking me clean as if I was his first meal in days, and takes off his pants. My stomach twists in anticipation as he tugs his underwear off, unleashing his erection and rolls on a condom. He gives me a chilling smirk as he positions himself at my entrance and slides into me slowly.

He fills me up perfectly, gliding in and out against my walls, moving slow at first, then thrusting harder every chilling second. A growl exudes from the back of his throat, the sound of him turning me on. He slides in and out of me with ease due to my wetness. My nails dig into his back muscles, dragging them deep enough to draw blood.

"Fuck," I whimper, coming close to my second orgasm.

The devil grunts lowly, thrusting sloppier as he releases into the condom just a few seconds after I climax.

After catching my breath, we both stand up and get dressed. I turn my back to him, facing the window as I slip into my wings again, and when I turn around, he's gone, just like he evaporated into thin air.

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You might need some holy water after reading that. ;-)

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