My head still felt like it was underwater by the time the car Zaine had ordered pulled up to my motel door.
Meet the other sex demons in this area… what a wild fucking concept. How was it that every time I thought I knew something about incubuses, Zaine turned around and surprised me with a fact that completely negated that very thing?
I was starting to believe everything I’d learned so far had been completely made up.
Despite my body’s incessant want to stay in my motel room and remain a pillow princess for the next few hours after that wild fucking ride messing around with Zaine, I ignored it and climbed into the car as it pulled up. Zaine graciously held the door open for me.
I wanted to make fun of him for suddenly acting like a gentleman after he just got done tongue-fucking me to death and letting me dry-hump him, but the words were hard to form even as I snipped out a quick ‘thank you’ to him.