Watching her help me work the crowds in that tight little dress is driving me insane. It’s so damn tight and shows every delectable round curve on her body. Never mind the fact that the length of her dress barely hits her mid-thigh. My fingers have been itching to get under that little black dress ever since I first got here. I wasn’t kidding when I told her that I was going to take her in this room tonight.

She’s been tempting and teasing me for weeks now, and tonight, she’s going to be my dirty devil. I know my sexy blonde angel has a little devil sitting on her shoulder, and I’m going to find out just how naughty she can be.

I’ll respect her wishes and not do anything in front of people but once we’re all alone, she’s mine. I’ve waited long enough and if she makes me wait any longer, I might have to become a real incubus and take her in her sleep.

The amount of people coming through has been tapering off, which is greatly appreciated considering we’ve not had much down time. We’ve gotten a few short breaks here and there but for the most part, the place has been jammed since it opened almost seven hours ago. It shouldn’t be a surprise, though. Tickets were cheap at only twenty dollars, and they got to go through the infamous Shackleford Mansion, featuring fourteen different haunted houses since most of the sorority girls participated and set up their own room. I can only imagine the amount of money they raised for the hospital.

“I’m watching you,” I say to her as she bends over, grabbing another bottle of water from the cooler.

She purposely wiggles her ass, swaying it back and forth. I want to go smack it before hiking up her dress and tearing her panties off, but I know we’re about to get more visitors so I behave—at least for the moment.

We go through our spiel again, as we have with each guest. “Welcome to Satan’s Revenge!” I shout over the music and faint, distant screams echoing through the other rooms as people scream. “Take a good look around but don’t stay long because it’s very hot in hell!”

As usual, the girls cling to their boyfriends or hold on to each other if it’s just a group of girls. It’s so funny to watch them nearly piss their pants when they get scared. Marissa takes her que and jumps out from my shadow, scaring them even more.

“Don’t be shy!” She yells, her voice beginning to crack from all of the shouting tonight, but it still does the job and makes them all jump once more. “We’ve got what you’re looking for! Would you like to see what a wicked heart looks like?”

We tour the group around the room, jumping and shouting to scare them until we’ve made our way back to the hallway entrance. Once we’re alone again, I notice that the crowds are beginning to grow even more sparse. With fewer visitors coming through, it’s becoming increasingly more difficult to keep my hands off of my little succubus.

Damn if she doesn’t fit the role well.

I’ve watched her prance around in her tiny dress and shiny heels for hours now and I don’t think I can last much longer. Images of bending her over the stool, taking her on the sofa, or mounting her on the table have been popping into my head all night.

“I want you,” I say, wrapping my arms around her waist with my lips near her ear. My tongue traces the side of her neck as my hands trail down the front of her dress. “I can’t wait much longer.”

A giggle escapes her throat. “We’ve only got another thirty minutes before it’s over,” she says. “Surely, you can wait that long, right?”

I spin her around to face me. “So I am right! Ha!”

“About what?” She asks.

“Did you forget our conversation earlier? I said you were going to be mine tonight and you tried to act like it was a challenge but it seems like you’re changing your tune now,” I laugh.

Her good girl act can only last for so long and the jig is almost up.

With no more guests coming through and only five minutes left, I close the door and pin her against the wall. Her eyes cut up to mine and her honey-colored eyes dance in excitement as she waits for me to make my next move.

Pushing her hair away from her face, I say, “You’re such a dirty girl,” as my lips brush the delicate skin on her neck. “And now we’re all alone. What are you going to do?”

Her eyes flutter closed as she bites her lip. “What do you want me to do?”

Picking her up, she squeals as she tightly wraps her legs around my waist. I carry her over to the table and push the props out of our way, lying her on her back. Her rapid breathing causes her breasts to rise and fall, and I can tell that she’s just as excited as I am.

“I want you to stay right here,” I say, sliding my hands up the length of her legs. “And let me do whatever I want. Can you do that?”

She frantically nods, eagerly awaiting my next move. My hands continue up her legs until they’re under her dress and my fingers hook the straps of her panties, and I slowly slide them down her legs before tossing them on the floor.

With her legs spread wide on the table while still wearing our costumes, it looks like she’s offering herself up to me and I’m going to take everything she has to give.

Throwing her legs over my shoulders, my head dips beneath what little fabric of her dress still covers her. The first thing I do is taste her. My tongue traces her clitoris before I slowly make my way to her entrance. She’s so fucking wet and it’s so damn hot. I can’t get enough of her.

Sliding my finger inside her, I continue lapping her juices, enjoying the taste of her. Try as she might, a soft moan finally escapes her lips as she arches her back. I can feel her tightening against my finger and I know that she’s on the verge of coming.

I insert a second finger and curl them against her G-spot while concentrating on her clit. The faster I lick and the harder my fingers move inside her, the more it becomes impossible for her to contain her moans.

“Ohhh, Todd! Fuck,” she hisses, sucking in a deep breath.

Her quivering thighs raise her hips off the table as she has one incredibly long orgasm. Wave after wave rolls through her body and I can feel her entrance contracting around my fingers. Just when I don’t think she’s ever going to stop, she slowly lowers her hips back on the table and grabs her chest.

Panting, she giggles. “Holy shit! That has to be the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life!”

Wiping her juices off my face, I stand up, grab her legs and yank her petite body toward me. “You mean it was the best orgasm you’ve ever had. I’m not done with you yet.”

Undoing my pants, I push them around my thighs, allowing my semi-erect cock to spring forward. Stroking myself in front of her, she sits up on the table and wraps her hand around mine. Together, we both stroke my cock until it’s fully erect, which doesn’t take long.

Still sitting up on the table, she scoots toward me but I’m impatient. I’ve waited too damn long for this. I grab her hips and pull her towards me, thrusting into her.

Fuck, she’s tight!

I ease out of her, kissing her before I enter her again, as she wraps her arms around my neck. Pushing into her, I moan because it feels so fucking good. “Fuck, babe, I don’t ever want to stop.”

“Well, that’s too bad,” she says, pulling away from me.

“Ahh,” I whimper. “What are you doing? I was just getting started.”

She hops down off the table, getting on her knees, and grabs my cock with her hands. Looking up at me, she licks her lips and says, “No, I was just getting started.”

Her soft lips wrap around the head of my cock as she slowly takes me in her mouth, stroking the length of my shaft with her tongue. If heaven and hell really do exist, I’m somewhere in between because I wanted nothing more than to be inside her, yet the voodoo she’s working with her tongue is sensory overload.

I let her continue for a few minutes, enjoying the swirling motions of her tongue as she combines her hand into the mix before I can’t take it anymore. Reaching down, I grab her hair and form a makeshift ponytail, lightly pulling her off her knees.

“Bend over,” I say, pushing her torso over the edge of the leather sofa. “I said I was going to take you tonight, and that’s what I meant.”

Spreading her legs wide, she grants me full access from behind. I grab hold of her curvy hips and push my way back inside her, and thrust until I find that sweet, sweet release.

When we’re finished, I help her stand up while she straightens her dress before we head back upstairs to join the rest of the sorority girls. “Thank you,” I say to her.

“For what?”

“For being my dirty devil tonight. It was amazing.”