Hotter Than Hell

"How much hotter do you want me to make it?" I asked.
"Like hell," she replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I'll make it hotter than hell." She winked and bit her lower lip. The evil in her eyes was transparent, her horns gleaming a hot red as she fluttered her wings before playfully snapping her bottom at my belly.
"Ugh...!" I roared, a primal sound escaping me like a wolf caged in the prison of a sorcerer. Her banshee-like groans echoed against the room's ceilings, piercing through the silence and shaking my soul within the confined boundaries of my body.
She was indeed in a demonic mood, her eyes reflecting wild desires lurking within. "It's just the start. I'll coax more and more moans out of your mouth," she whispered, putting her nose to work, sniffing my bared chest.
Her fingers crawled over my skin like small ants, marching towards the sweet mountain on my figure. Up and up they went until they reached my chin, and suddenly, they changed direction, swirling around my neck as if she intended to make me suffocate by pressing my chords harder. Her momentarily murderous intentions made me momentarily apprehensive, but her soft touches quickly pulled me out of it.
I felt the heat of her bottom cooking my belly, unable to ignore the brewing liquid boiling down there. She continued her exploration, distracting my sight with her fruits dangling through her scooped-neck top. Just a moment ago, they had been crushed by my rocks as she leaned forward and claimed my lips.
As her hands moved down from my ribs to my V, circling my buckle, unfastening it, slipping it, and unzipping it, she pushed herself a little down. "Oh Gosh...!" I exclaimed into her mouth as I arched my back. She rubbed her bottom on my high notes, weighing down the bubbles rising up.
Her body accelerated on her lower, as if she was riding on the back of a horse. I relished being treated like a horse by her.
The pleasure was overwhelming, our fantasies cascading like droplets—drop by drop. It wet our clothes and everything beneath us. She shifted back, transferring all her weight to my lower half, tilting her head down to gasp for air before returning her gaze and digging her fingers into my chest. It intensified, her movements harder, her presence felt like a witch on a mission as she scratched her nails down my body and swayed over me.
"It's already hotter than hell," I proclaimed.
"Not yet, Honey!" she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. As her hands descended, she skillfully slipped off my pants and then my underwear, leaving us fully immersed in the heat of the moment.
Fully exposed in the room of my schoolmate, embarrassment washed over me, and I shyly averted my gaze. However, she swiftly caught my eyes again, leaving me puzzled about her intentions.
My heart raced like wild horses on an open field. Should I let her continue whatever she had in mind, or should I make a run for it? As she caressed my shaft, looking at it admiringly, the anticipation heightened before the majestic play unfolded.
Her thighs skidded down on my legs, her hands leaving scratches on my chest as they slipped down. She wrapped her arms around my waist and lowered her face. Panic set in. "Oh, no, no! What is she doing?"
My eyes remained fixed on her body, crouched over my lower half, widened as if witnessing a live reptile snaking across my skin. In an instant, I snapped my hands onto her shoulders, desperately attempting to halt her actions. My concerns weren't just about the potential awkwardness for her later, but also the shame I'd have to bear after that fleeting moment of indulging in fantasies. We both knew those desires had no place in reality, not in this world.
"Stop there," I enforced, drawing a clear boundary between our shared desires and the harsh reality of the situation.
"No, let me complete. And I assure you, it'll be the sweetest delicacy of your life," she smirked.
She scraped off my hands, and her sultry breath heated my already blazing iron rod, making it more erect and tensed. Fatigue ascended on my nerves, every tiny muscle in my body stretched as she cupped it in her hands. Her honey dripped from her mouth, falling on it and enveloping it with more sweetness than ever before.
I tried to savor this mesmerizing moment, but waves of shyness overcame me, pulling me deep within. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt the soft, feathery touch of her lips against it. The nectar transferred from my cores to her mouth as her lips sucked it all out, akin to a hungry child receiving a feeder after a whole day, not removing his mouth to take even a breath but continuing to suck harder.
I bit on my lips, stifling the moans that struggled their way up to my mouth, grappling with the tenacious organs of my body. I couldn't deny that the butterfly, persistently sucking on my fruit without relenting, was the most delicious moment of my life.
Summoning courage, I parted the shutters of my eyes, determined to seize this moment without wasting time hesitating. The butterfly continued her task as I laid hands on her back, caressing it slowly. She sucked even harder, causing my back to arch.
"Stop it!" I finally requested. However, she didn't remove her mouth and pulled out with more force. I snatched her at her shoulders, but she seemed in no mood to disengage.
"You've molted the hell," I whispered slowly, trying to convey a sense of urgency and request at the same time.
She finally pulled her body back, a satanic glimmer adorning her face. Pearls of semen dangled restlessly on her chin as she moved forward, bringing her mouth to mine.
"Let's burn it again then," she smirked, not giving me enough time to say a word before taking control. Her milk-lacerated lips collided with my desert lips, reigniting the fire in the deepest dungeon of my body. I enveloped her in my arms and turned her down. My fingers ventured into her cores, eliciting moans that mingled in our passionate kiss.
Her face showed signs of amazement and enjoyment as I licked my fingers dipped in her honey. It was only then that we heard the front door slamming shut. We composed ourselves quickly, gathering our books, as we realized the need to return to reality.