Chapter 65. Mine

His waist lurched upwards.

“Fuc—” Kon had to bite his lower lip to prevent a cuss from escaping.

The devil's mouth was back as if urged on by Kon's muffled sounds. He licked, slowly, but firmly.

Up and down. Down and up. Leaving slick trails, he would then pause and blow against them.

Kon moaned.

It was torture.

It was ecstasy.

It was fulfilling. Much more than he could explain. It was indescribable.

His hands left the sheets and found the devil's hair.

He clutched at it, pulling and stroking. Kon whimpered, as he pleaded for more.

His moans increased as the devil's pace increased. He whimpered, writhing in pleasure under him. 

Suddenly, Osy stopped. “Turn over, Kon," He commanded.

Kon nodded, unable to form words right now. He didn't question his orders as he hustled around for him.

He already had an inkling of what he planned to do. Though, he was not too certain about that.

“Don't use your toys on m