A demoness's calling

Episode 9: Continuation

Ronny

Ronny stumbled out of the bathroom, his mind reeling from the haunting melody of Ricky’s moans. The echoes lingered, fueling his primal urge. His heart pounded, and his breathing quickened as he sought a new conquest.

As he turned the corner, Maddy’s lips brushed against his, igniting a passionate kiss. Ronny’s response was fervent, his imagination still reeling with visions of Ricky. The scent of her perfume lingered, tantalizing him.

He led Maddy to a secluded room, the soft hum of the air conditioner a stark contrast to the intensity building within him. “Take off your clothes,” Ronny commanded, his voice low and husky. Maddy’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as she shed her garments quickly. The soft rustle of fabric filled the air.

Ronny’s fingers explored Maddy’s wet cunt, the tender touch sending shivers down her spine. He unzipped his pants, releasing his rigid c**k. The sound of the zipper echoed through the room. With a swift motion, Ronny thrust into Maddy, f*****g her ruthlessly. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with Maddy’s cries and moans. “Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, daddy!”

Ronny’s thoughts drifted to Ricky, imagining her in Maddy’s place. The image fueled his passion. Suddenly, Maddy’s p***y clenched, signaling her impending orgasm. Ronny’s animalistic movements intensified, his climax imminent.

“Not yet,” he growled, resisting his release.

“Please, please, please,” Maddy pleaded.

“c*m for me,” Ronny finally commanded.

Maddy’s ecstatic cry, “Ahhhhhhh,” was cut short by Ricky’s sudden appearance in the doorway. Ronny’s eyes locked onto Ricky’s shocked expression, triggering his orgasm. He withdrew from Maddy, cumming all over her back.

“Like what you see little girl” Ronny taunted ,his amusement fading as Ricky slammed the door shut

Maddy questioned, “Why does she seem to follow us everywhere

Ronny shrugged, tucking himself away. “She just has bad luck “

“I’m leaving with my friends,” Ricky replied

“Okay” Ronny said, exiting the room

Ronny stepped out of the room, his mind whirling with confusion and irritation. He’d expected the rough session with Maddy to satiate the fire Ricky had ignited in him, but instead, it left him feeling more restless.

“f**k,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. His head was still buzzing with the memory of Ricky’s shocked face, her wide eyes burning into him before she slammed the door.

Why did it bother him so much that she had seen him?

It wasn’t like he hadn’t been caught before. Hell, half the girls on campus would kill to be in Maddy’s place, and most wouldn’t even bat an eye at someone walking in. Yet, the image of Ricky standing there, her lips slightly parted in shock, sent a jolt of something unfamiliar through him. Was it shame? Guilt? No, it was something else entirely.

He replayed her expression in his mind—the way her eyes lingered for a fraction too long before the door banged shut. Was she disgusted? Jealous? He couldn’t tell, but the thought of her being affected by what she’d seen stirred something primal inside him.

His friend Khalil caught sight of him as he stalked down the hallway.

“Yo, Ronny, what’s with the look? You good?” Khalil asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Ronny snapped, his tone sharper than intended.

“Alright, man. Just saying, you look like someone pissed in your drink.”

Ronny grunted in response, brushing past him. He needed air. The party, the noise, the people—it was all suffocating him. As he made his way outside, he couldn’t help but wonder why Ricky had been there in the first place. Was she looking for him? Or had she just stumbled in by accident?

The thought of her wandering through the party, innocent and unaware, sent a flicker of protectiveness through him, one that he quickly buried.

He leaned against the cold brick wall outside, lighting a cigarette to steady his nerves. Each drag calmed him slightly, but his mind remained clouded with thoughts of her—her scent, her moans, the way she melted against him in the bathroom.

“What the f**k is wrong with me?” he muttered to himself, exhaling a plume of smoke.

Ronny wasn’t used to being affected by anyone, let alone a girl like Ricky. She wasn’t his type—too opinionated, too stubborn, too… real. And yet, here he was, unable to get her out of his head.

He tossed the cigarette to the ground, grinding it under his heel.

“Fine,” he said under his breath. “You want to play games, little girl? Let’s see who breaks first.”

With that, he pushed off the wall and headed back inside, his smirk returning as he planned his next move. If Ricky thought she could resist him, she was in for a rude awakening.