Life After Life
"Wait!" I managed to blurt, feeling like a teen again, fighting the very fiber of what made me me.
"Why?" He backed away, but his body was still against mine.
"I... don't want..."
"Really?" He smiled at me skeptically, backing away more and sitting beside me. He reached out and touched the tip of my dick. "You don't want?"
"It's a sin!" He sighed.
"Haven't we been over this." He was right and yet why should I trust him. I'd met him in Hell. Sure, he looked like some sort of angel, but what if he wasn't. "Let it go Ryan, you're dead, it's over. Right now you believe your soul belongs to Satan no? Why not have a little fun. Who cares who or what I am?"
I couldn't argue with that, and I wanted him desperately. "I'm scared."
He nodded, "now you're being honest. Don't be scared, I will prove to you that there is no need." Then he was above me again and I clung to him as he filled me, making me come more times in one night than I ever had before.
I woke in his arms, wondering if sleep was a normal part of death. His hand stroked my hair gently.
"Good morning Ryan," I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Morning," I replied softly.
"I need to leave," he told me. I nodded, not surprised. "Come with me." My eyes widened and I turned to look into his.
"Why?" He backed away, but his body was still against mine.
"I... don't want..."
"Really?" He smiled at me skeptically, backing away more and sitting beside me. He reached out and touched the tip of my dick. "You don't want?"
"It's a sin!" He sighed.
"Haven't we been over this." He was right and yet why should I trust him. I'd met him in Hell. Sure, he looked like some sort of angel, but what if he wasn't. "Let it go Ryan, you're dead, it's over. Right now you believe your soul belongs to Satan no? Why not have a little fun. Who cares who or what I am?"
I couldn't argue with that, and I wanted him desperately. "I'm scared."
He nodded, "now you're being honest. Don't be scared, I will prove to you that there is no need." Then he was above me again and I clung to him as he filled me, making me come more times in one night than I ever had before.
I woke in his arms, wondering if sleep was a normal part of death. His hand stroked my hair gently.
"Good morning Ryan," I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Morning," I replied softly.
"I need to leave," he told me. I nodded, not surprised. "Come with me." My eyes widened and I turned to look into his.