Devil Phone Sex – Hell’s Receptionist Gets Laid Part 2

“I only ravish sexy little receptionists who know all too well how to push my buttons,” Lucifer breathes out in a harsh, breathless voice. 

My brow quirks as I stare back at him, not bothering to look away from the man standing in front of me. There was always this unspoken chemistry between the two of us, that much is true, but is this really happening? Lucifer..the fucking devil…my BOSS Lucifer..has me pinned against the wall like he came straight out of a late-night fantasy? Or, is that exactly what this is…a figment of my imagination?

“Oh my sweet little demon,” he murmurs leaning in to nip my neck. “Yes.”

Then, he’s all over me again. His lips attacking my sensitive neck, pulling in delicious ways. His forked tongue glides over my skin like the most forbidden caress known to man. 

Lucifer’s hands slide away from my wrists to cup my breasts. Funny how I don’t remember taking my shirt off. But never-the-less, Lucifer’s skillful touch has me caring less about my clothing and more about the impressive bulge of his against my thigh. He toys with my breast relentlessly, pulling and tugging my nipples until they’re swollen and hard. Between his kisses and his touch, I become nothing more than a moaning, writhing mess against him. 

“Lucifer,” I moan out because I finally finding my voice. 

He hums against my skin in response, however, he says nothing.

“Fuck me, please.”

So, as if that was all the encouragement Lucifer needs, the rest of our clothing disappears in an instant. His hard length presses against my dripping core as he growls against the curve of my neck.

“Are you sure you’re ready, my little receptionist?” Lucifer whispers gruffly against my ear.

“Yes. Yes, please.”

He enters me swiftly, hitting my g-spot instantly, causing me to shriek aloud. He groans in response as he grips my hips, settling in a deep, hard, slow movement. Each buck of his hips meets my sensitive clit, just as his cock slides deliciously against my quivering walls. This is it. This is what it really means to be fucking the devil.

It’s not long before I’m desperate, grinding into his hips to create more friction to get myself over the top. I’m near begging, sobbing in ecstasy as he hits spots that I never knew existed. 

“Lucifer… please. Faster,” I pant as my trembling legs squeeze around his waist tighter.

He doesn’t reply,, however, he lets out a low groan and speeds up impossibly further, giving me just enough pleasure to see stars behind my tightly closed eyes.

“Fuck..fuck..fuck,” I chant hoarsely because the orgasm begins to speed towards me rapidly. I tilt my hips up as much as I can, using the wall for support so that Lucifer can slam into my body over and over again. “LUCIFER!” I scream while I cum around his driving force, harder than I’d ever had before.

“Oh shit, London. That’s a good receptionist. Oh fuck, I’m gonna-” Lucifer grunts as he shivers against me thrusts becoming erratic. 

“Come for me, Lucifer. Oh fuck. Please.”

So, Lucifer fills me with hot ropes of his cum. He leans against me, spent, both of us breathing heavily. As he drops my legs down, he hums happily so he can face me.

“Lucifer?” I ask, once my breathing returns to normal.

“Yes, London?”

“Can you do your fucking paperwork now?” 

 

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