When they commit atrocities, they won’t be accidental or incidental. They will be intentional.“So, what do you say? Want to make a deal with the D...vil?” I posed the query, even as my hand wandered up her short and silky chemise.“Holy smokes ... that’s a lot of bloody news at once! You’re ... a demon ... you’ve come for my soul, but you’re not the bad guy. That’s the Holy Ghost, who traditional Christians teach is a part of the Godhead, a good guy. You’re one hell of a horny bloke, in more ways. I’m there with her mobile phone, dumped on the desk, within easy reach. She pretends to do a few minutes work, then I hear the click click click as she logs into one of the numerous sites she’s been on constantly over the past couple of months. If it’s not Lush for reading stories or fucking in the chatrooms, it’s Pornhub for visual stimulation, sometimes both at the same time.Last night, I swear I thought my time had come. She was online with someone, typing one-handed, as usual. She had me. In turn, she pressed my dick over my trousers almost as a revenge. We both were trying to make each other hornier as we did in our sexting. I could clearly see she was hot and horny now. I was rock hard and hungry for her. She was writhing with my touches on her bare skin now.I finally came close to ears and whispered, “I want you now,” and while pulling away I bit her earlobe. I saw the effect it had on her as she immediately called for the bill. She asked me to book a nearby hotel and we left. He watched her as she played with her curls. ‘Go ahead.’ Quinn eyed Jade’s bottle beer, the one that was on the cocktail table. He could never refuse Jade. If she said she needed beer, then she needed beer. Jade grabbed her beer bottle by the neck and took a swig. Quinn followed her with his eyes. He watched her swallowing organs and he tasted the liquid as it traveled down her throat. ‘What are you doing here? This neighborhood is shit. I thought you were a hotshot writer.’ Quinn watched Jade..