SUCK HIM STUPID SLUTS

He stood there, staring at the mirror. That man staring back… it was him, but not him.

His face was flushed, eyes dark with a hunger that churned deep in his gut. The air around him thrummed, hot and electric.

And when he blinked, he saw it — 666 — red, red, red, burning into the back of his eyelids.

His breath hitched. His pulse quickened. It was okay to sin. He could sin. It’s okay to sin even if you don’t want to.

He felt her hands first — hot and firm — wrapping around his length, stroking him slow, dragging out his need.

A moan tore from his throat, rough and ragged, and he looked down to see her, lips parted, eyes locked on his.

She knew exactly what she was doing, teasing him to the brink.

Her mouth hovered, breath warm against his tip. The anticipation made his muscles tense, the need ache.

And when she finally took him in, slick heat surrounding him, he almost buckled.

He groaned, head falling back, hips thrusting forward into the wet velvet of her mouth.

Red. The flash of it came as she moved, lips sliding down his shaft, tongue pressing just right.

Pleasure shot up his spine, curling through his body like fire. He glanced back at the mirror, saw himself — saw that other version of him, wild-eyed, grinning.

666 — red, red, red. It burned briefly, searing through his vision before fading, leaving behind the sharp edge of lust.

Her rhythm quickened. She sucked harder, the wet sounds filling his ears, making his skin flush hot. He clenched his fists, trying to hold on, to ride the intense waves that threatened to crash over him.

Her hand worked his base in tandem, stroking, squeezing, sending jolts of pleasure deep into his core.

He was losing control. His hips thrust into her mouth, feeling the tight pull of her lips, the scrape of her teeth when she moaned around him.

His heart pounded, each beat like a drum in his chest, every nerve alight, begging for release.

Red. It flashed again as he felt himself tip over the edge. 666 — red, red, red. His breath came in short, ragged gasps. Now. He gripped her head, pushing deeper, his entire body tensing as he came.

The release was blinding. Hot, thick spurts filled her mouth, dripped down to her chin, her lips glistening as she swallowed him down.

The pleasure crashed over him, a wave of heat and ecstasy that left him gasping, muscles quivering. He felt the last of himself pulse into her, the aftershocks leaving him weak.

She pulled back, licking her lips clean, eyes gleaming as they met his. In the mirror, he saw himself — no, that other version.

Sated, yet still hungry. And for a split second, he saw it again. 666 — red, red, red. Red. His chest heaved, body still tingling from the sin he’d just embraced.

And somewhere deep inside, he knew he’d be back.