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Your boyfriend didn't really want anything for his birthday. Before he met you, he had usually treated this day like any other, but you insisted that he tell you what he wanted. You even said that it didn't have to be materialistic; it could be as simple as going to an ice cream shop, making a favorite dish, or doing a service. When you suggested those ideas, a mischievous smile crept onto his face.
You started to feel like you might have regretted saying that, because you found yourself cleaning dust off the devil's arms and many other demonic artifacts he had collected over time. To be specific, you were in a sexy maid outfit cleaning the office while Dante was watching.
His legs were propped up on the desk while he leaned back in his chair with arms crossed. His eyes followed you throughout the office with a grin on his rugged face, very much enjoying the show—or, should you say, his birthday present.
The costume that he picked out for you was a maid's headband, a white lace choker, a very short maid-themed dress that barely covered your ass, and black lace thigh stockings with black heels. When you first glanced at yourself in the mirror, your mouth fell open because you looked like you came straight out of a porno. You shouldn't be surprised, since this man occasionally reads lewd magazines, so of course he knows how to make you look like that.
Every time you reach above your head to get to high places, the skirt of your dress hikes up and exposes the curve of your ass. When you go to dust something on the lower shelf, your breasts almost threaten to spill over the top of your dress. The whole time you've been cleaning, your cheeks have been flushed from embarrassment.
You try to focus and keep a calm expression, ignoring how your hand slightly shakes while you clean.
"Hey, sweetheart, I think you missed a spot."
His voice pulls you from your concentration, making you stop and turn your attention to the white-haired man. His feet were no longer propped on the desk but instead on the floor as he pointed down underneath the desk.
You bit the inside of your lip in annoyance, your eyes narrowing at him. "Yes, coming," you mutter as the click of your heels echoes in the office with each step you take.
Once you reach him behind the desk, he slides his chair back to give you space to get underneath. "Yeah, I believe it's a bit dusty under there. Be a dear and get that." He stated with a sly grin on his face, making you tighten your grip around the duster in your hand.
You wanted to smack the demon upside the head with it, but you didn't. You agree to do this for him because you want him to enjoy his birthday and be a gracious girlfriend.
"Yes, sir." You uttered, trying to sound like an obedient maid, and went along with the roleplay.
You slowly knelt to the floor and carefully crawled toward the small space. Once close enough, you begin to de-dust the space while feeling his burning gaze roaming over you.
You're about done when your breath hitches, your head almost hitting against the desk as you feel a boot hiking your dress more over your hips—giving him a full view of your ass and your black thong.
"Now that's a lovely view," he uttered, a whistle falling from his lips as he admired the mound of your exposed ass.
"S-sir, I'm done." You stammered out, feeling warmth flooding your face. You shuffle out from under the desk, and before you can move to get up, a hand grips your shoulder. He kept you kneeling in front of him, trapping you between both of his legs.
You peer up at him to see his blue eyes staring down at you with a dangerous glint. His hand moves from your shoulder to wrap his fingers around your chin. "Why don't you be a doll and give your boyfriend a blowjob, hmm?" He purred out while his thumb brushed against your bottom lip—a shiver ran down your body as you felt heat pool in your lower belly.
His word didn't surprise you much because you knew this situation was going to end with him getting a happy ending—you were more than happy to oblige.
"Okay, sir." You answered.
Pleased with your response, he removed his hands from your chin and leaned back in his chair.
Your gaze moves from his and trails down till you notice the bulge that strains underneath his pants. His hands were already working to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.
His cock sprang out once it was free from its confinement, hanging heavy and rigid between his thighs, the tip flushed while it was glistening with pre-cum. Dante was well above average, especially in both the department of girth and length.
You bit the inside of your lips, knowing that you're probably going to have to work hard to put all of him in your mouth.
You move up from your calves to place yourself between his thighs, and wrapping your hand around his cock—your hand is barely able to wrap completely around him.
You gave it a stroke before hovering your mouth above, tongue darting out to glide against the slit of his tip, savoring the taste of him on your taste bud.
You felt his thighs tense as you pulled the tip in your mouth, sucking and releasing him with a lewd plop.
"Oh fuck—come on, doll, don't be a tease." He groans out, his hand wrapped around your head.
You trace the vein along his shaft before taking him back in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his cock, your cheek hollows out as you suck.
You were about to plop off and tease him again, but he gripped your head with both hands and shoved you down as he thrust up.
Making you gag as you take in all of his length, your throat constricting around his cock as you struggle to breathe, spit dribbling from your lips. Your face pressed snug against his pelvis, his scent overwhelming your senses as you tried to breathe through your nose—musk and gunpowder.
"That's a good girl—breathe through your nose." He rasped out, you moan around his cock in response as your thighs squeeze from his praises.
Tears swell in the corner of your eyes once he begins thrusting into your mouth, your fingers gripping his thighs for balance.
"Fuck—doing so good, baby." He growled out, his thrust becoming faster, cock bullying into your throat deeper.
Your fingernail digging into his thighs, spit dribbling down your chin and around his length as he used your mouth like his own little fuck toy.
All you can do is moan around his cock as the sound of his groans and filthy praises fill your ears—slick pooling between your thighs, drenching your thong.
"Hold your breath, doll," he mutters, his thrust becoming slow.
He threw his head back, burying his cock in your throat as he spilled his seed, groaning at how your throat spasmed around his twitching length.
You gag and moan as your vision becomes blurred from struggling to breathe, making you unable to think, your throat milks every drop.
Once you drank every drop of his seed, he withdrew his cock from your mouth.
Your chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath, lips swollen and glistening with spit.
You look up at Dante with half-lidded eyes, and tears still pool in the corner of your eyes. Only to see the white-haired demon looking down at you with an intense hunger.
You gasp as he snatches you up with inhuman speed and strength and lays you on his desk. You felt the coolness of the desk against your skin, your legs hanging off the edge, feeling the wood digging into the back of your knees.
His hand reaches out to yank the top of your dress down, exposing your breasts as your nipples harden from the cool air.
The skirt of your dress hikes up as he spreads your thighs apart to accommodate his big frame between them.
He leaned down and wrapped his mouth over your breast, tongue flicking the hard bud over and over before swirling around it.
"Dante—" You moan, your back arching as your hands grip his shoulders, feeling goosebumps forming from where his long white strand tickles your skin.
He snakes a hand between your thighs, his fingers stroking your folds through your soaked thong.
He gave your pussy a slap, your hips jolted as a whine pulled from your mouth from the surprise smack.
He gave your tit a good suck before giving it a wet plop. "Naughty girl, remember it's sir." He said, peering down at you with a smirk, before tearing the soaked fabric off you.
"S—sorry, sir," you stammered out, hips bucking when his finger strokes your clit.
"Good girl," he purred, leaning down and sucking the sensitive skin on your neck, leaving a trail of marks down your neck to your collarbone.
You gasp as he thrusts two thick fingers into your cunt, your walls stretching around his fingers. Your hips twitch as his fingers make a scissors motion, stretching you more.
His mouth engulfs your other breast, his tongue teasing your bud while he begins to fuck you with his fingers.
"Ngh—sir," You moan, your walls clenching around his plunging digits as hot pleasure begins to coil in your lower stomach.
"Such a naughty pussy. You can hear it singing to me." He teases, your slickness drenching his fingers down to his knuckle, hearing the sound of your pussy squelching each time his finger pumps into you.
"I'm s—sorry, sir, it feels—good." You moan, lips parting wider as he adds a third digit. Your thighs tremble more as he thrusts into you deeper and faster.
Every motion clouding your mind with pleasure, the coil in your lower stomach tightened even more as you were edging toward your climax.
"That's right, baby—cum for me." He cooed, his other hand finding your clit, your grip on his shoulders tightened as he began to rub tight circles against it.
You cry out, the coil in your stomach snapping, your body shaking while your orgasm tears through you. You feel your wall spasm around his fingers as you climax. Your juices leak onto his fingers, making a mess on his hand and the desk under you.
You lay breathless on top of the desk, body shaking from the aftershock of your orgasm. His fingers withdraw from your sensitive cunt slowly, making your hips stutter.
"What a naughty maid, you made a mess," he chided with a playful tone.
Your eye flickered between your thighs to see him stroking his cock with your juices.
You yelp as he grips your hips and drags you toward him till your ass sits on the edge of the desk.
"I guess I should punish you."
His hands grip the back of your thighs and spread you under him before guiding his fat tip to line up with your hole.
"Wa-wait, sir—"
Before you can protest, he drives into you in one hard thrust.
A broken sob caught in your throat, your back arching off the desk as he splits you open.
Tears swell at the corner of your lash line from the brutal stretch and pressure.
You realize that he only put half his length in you when he sharply thrusts the rest of himself into you, your mouth falling open wider as he pushes deeper and deeper.
The unbearable fullness has your breathing ragged, your cunt stretched tight around him, while your body trembles.
Dante let out a guttural groan at your walls fluttering around him. "Fuck, you're going to drive me crazy if you keep squeezing me." He rasped, his hips flushed against yours.
"Sir—it's too much—" you whine, voice shaking.
He let out a low, cruel chuckle, grinding in deeper, forcing you to feel every inch of him. Your hands claw at the desk under you as his cock presses against your cervix.
"This is such a lovely view, stretch so pretty around my cock with that cute face."
He leans down and pushes your knees into the desk, pressing you into a mating press. His lips brush against the shell of your ear. "I'm going to thrust into you until your inside takes the shape of my dick." He husked out, voice low, sending a shiver through your body.
He drags his cock out completely before slamming back in your cunt, tearing wanton moans from your mouth as he begins to fuck you.
The obscene slap of skin on skin fills the quiet of the office. His pace is merciless, every thrust so deep and punishing that the desk rattles underneath you.
You can't help the desperate little sounds spilling out from you, sobs turning into whimpers. Your mind becomes numb and blank from the pleasure and pain slamming into you from each drag of his thick cock. You feel a lovely ache in your lower belly as the knot slowly tightens from each mean thrust he makes you take.
"Pretty sounds from my cute girl—fuck—it's making my dick crazy at how your pussy is squeezing me, like it's asking to be filled." He groaned out, his hips slapping harsher against yours as he relished the desperate pleas that fell from your lips. Every snap of his hips drives deeper into you, his tip knocking the air out of your lungs every time it slams into your womb.
"P-please, Dante—" You stutter out, your voice trembling, unable to make any coherent sentence from how cockdrunk you've become.
His teeth latch onto your sensitive spot on your neck, tongue lapping over the marks he left. "That's right, cum on my cock, sweetheart." He growled out.
Your eyes roll back as he angles his cock to slam against that sweet spot deep in your walls, his hips not faltering as he maintains the quick, punishing pace. One of his hands let go of the back of your knees and slithered down between your legs to the sensitive bundle of nerves and began to rub vigorous circles against it.
You scream out his name, the knot in your lower belly snapping as your climax slams into you. Your body violently shakes from the orgasm tearing through you, making your velvety walls clench hard around his cock.
He let out a guttural groan, feeling your pussy soak his cock. He doesn't stop, his grip tightens around the back of your knees, holding you firmly in place as he fucks you through your orgasm.
You sob from his cock driving into your overstimulated pussy. You squirm under him, unable to move or escape, but take every merciless stroke.
"Dante—ngh—please, it's too much." You babble out, tears streaking down your cheeks as every drag of his cock tears raw, painful pleasure through you.
"Be a good girl and take everything I give you." He snarls, his hips slamming into you, becoming erratic and faster—the pace can only be described as feral. You sob as his finger rubs tight circles against your overstimulated, sensitive clit.
You cry out as he pulls another orgasm from you, stars forming at the edge of your vision, your walls clenching around him as your juices drench his length.
He groans loud and deep from your pussy milking him for everything he's worth. His hips snap flush against you as he comes, his cock twitching as he paints your walls with his hot rope of cum.
You were an incoherent mess, folded underneath him as his cock filled you to the brim.
His fingers wrap around your chin, forcing your gaze to lock on his. "Look at me, such a cute fuck-out face."
He presses a long, loving kiss to your lips, devouring your whimpers as he grinds his cock deeper into you, his seed seeping out of your overstimulated hole.
Once he moves his lips away from yours, he peers down at your breathless, exhausted form with a grin, "Thank you for the present, sweetheart." Taking in every detail of how you look and ingraining it in his mind.
