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Fuck. Suddenly Miri was fighting the urge to skip dinner.

He pressed a soft kiss against her temple. “Now, be a good girl and eat your cake.”

In one hard thrust, he sank all the way into her and forced her up onto her toes. The sound of Miri’s moan was covered by the clatter of her fork hitting the countertop.

Kaz’s muscular arm reached around her and put the fork back in her hand.

Miri panted as her body fluttered around the delicious stretch between her legs.

She was definitely going to stab him with the dumb fork…

after they were done of course. Now that things were heating up, it would take a lot more than some cake to stop her.

She’d choke on the damn whipped cream if it meant he kept moving.

She took a big bite of blueberries and cream, and was reward with an equally big thrust.

Sweetness rolled over her tongue while a difference kind of sweetness teased her belly. One was sugar and berries, and the other was the delicious stretch of each thrust bottoming out in her pussy. Both were mouthwatering, but only one was going to make her scream.

Miri ate her cake as fast as she could, but it was hard to focus when her eyes kept rolling back. Her fork clattered against the plate with each hard thrust. She didn’t dare look down at her plate, she didn’t want to know how many more bites she still had left.

Pleasure swiped in her belly. She was so close to toppling right over the edge. Miri wiggled her hips back to try to take Kaz a tiny bit deeper, anything to get around his growling ordered and throw her into another orgasm. Just a little bit more…

“You’re almost done, baby… but not yet.”

The demon slowed down, pulling out and thrusting back in with aching slowness.

Miri groaned and let her face slump forward onto the counter.

This is how she was going to die. At her funeral, everyone was going to know she died from getting edged by too much demon dick. They would put it on her headstone.

She slipped her free hand off the counter and pressed it between her legs, desperate for it to end. Before her fingertips had even grazed her clit, Kaz’s clawed hand gripped her wrist. He dragged her arm behind her back.

“What did I say, Miri?” He rolled his hips and held her arm behind her back. “What did I say?”

An unintelligible whimper was the only sound her body was capable of making anymore. The squeak made him sigh.

“I said that this sweet little cunt doesn’t get to come until that plate is cleared.”

At that point Miri was ready to frisbee the fucking plate across the kitchen. She’d eat an entire bakery as long as he ended the sharp ache in her pussy and let her come first.

“I guess you need a little help,” Kaz growled against her ear.

Chest pinning her to the countertop, he leaned over her and swiped his fingers through the blueberries and cream on the plate.

“Open up for me, sweet cake.”

Miri was barely aware that she’d opened her mouth, her narrow focus wrapped up in the way he was thrusting inside of her again. Kaz dipped his clawed fingers into her mouth. Sweetness coated her tongue. Miri sucked his fingertips clean and was rewarded with a series of hard thrusts as he groaned.

Kaz pulled his fingers free and scooped up the last of the berries. “Again, baby. Use your tongue for me.”

Her lips wrapped around his fingers and sucked hard. Tongue swiping over his fingertips, she cleaned the rest of the cream from his skin. Kaz moaned and tugged his fingers free. He swiped his tongue over the crumbs on her lips and kissed her hard.

“Good girl,” he murmured against her mouth.

The demon pushed the plate and fork away. His hands dropped away from their tight hold on her arms and glided down her sides to her hips. Finally, Kaz started to move. No more edging, no more stopping. He picked up a steady rhythm, his hips slapping her ass as he pounded into her.

Miri melted into the countertop. Palms sliding with each thrust, all she could do was hold on and let him finish the torture he had started with a piece of cake and his teasing touch.

Pleasure swirled faster in her core, each stroke fanning the flames. Kaz gripped a bruising handful of her pink ass cheek, spreading her wider to take him deeper. They both groaned as he pushed that much deeper inside of her.

“Your pussy is fucking perfect,” Kaz growled. “You take demon cock so well, sweet cake.”

His other hand curled over her belly and dipped between her legs. Fingertips mercilessly circled her swollen clit.

“Show me how pretty you are when you come for me.”

One more little circle and slam of his hips and Miri was seeing stars. He didn’t so much nudge her over the edge as he did throwing her screaming into the abyss. Every nerve ending went off like a fire work.

Miri couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t some shitty discount bottle rocket, this was the grand finale blow-your-face-off explosion of color. She couldn’t make a sound as the biggest orgasm of her life exploded through her, burning through her like an inferno.

Legs shaking like leaves, the only thing keeping her upright was the demon pounding into her from behind. His thighs slapped her ass with lewd, sticky sounds that filled the kitchen.

Miri was vaguely aware that some part of her should be embarrassed about that, but she was too busy floating on a cloud of cum and sugary sweet berries to care.

Another little spike of bliss as a final fingertip swirled over her clit and Kaz shuddered at her back.

The hot wave of cum warmed her from the inside and soaked Miri’s bare thighs.

Kaz leaned over her, his hands braced on either side of the counter. The kitchen was silent but for the sound their combined panting. Miri lifted her head and spotted the empty plate. A small smile stretched her kiss-swollen lips.

She started to giggle, quietly at first but once they started, there was nothing she could do to stop the flood. Kaz pressed a gently kiss between her shoulder plates. The tips of his forked tongue grazed her skin.

“What’s so funny, sweetheart?”

“Angel food cake,” Miri giggled.

“What?”

“It was angel food cake and you’re a—” she waved a hand at the horned head leaning over her—“you know.”

Kaz stared at her. Shaking his head, he straightened upright.

“If you have the brain power left to make terrible jokes than I clearly need to work harder.” The demon rolled his hips. “I think there were some wafer cookies in the pantry…”

Oh, boy.