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Sparkling wine, expensive tastes in just about anything and tight fitting outfits revealing every curve and muscle: those were Mammon’s and your signatures. Never without the finest bottle, rarely ordering anything but the most expensive at a restaurant and always looking your absolute best. Your mischievous grins shine brighter than any diamond, every club knows your name and the two of you have played and won every game in the casinos. Mammon and you were just naturally drawn to one another and that the two of you formed a sacred bond rather quickly came to the surprise of no one, but much to the dismay of Lucifer. The only good thing that came out of it, is that you didn’t downright steal from them. No. Surprisingly, you always asked for money and more often than not, gave it back. For Lucifer even with interest, which is also a reason while you rarely borrowed from Lucifer. He was just too much of a business-demon.
You’re very easy on the eyes as well, knowing which of your features to accentuate and it makes it hard for a lot of people to say no to you. Asmodeus has mentioned that his Avatar runs deeply through you, although you really don’t know what he’s talking about. The only person, or well demon, you’re lusting after is Mammon. The rest just get pretty eyes so they give you what you want, which you more often than not share with the second born. Mammon also enjoys sharing in riches with you, but gets greedy about your attention. Why would you have to flirt with someone else for the two of you to get free drinks? Your presence alone should have everyone dropping to their knees and offering themselves up, at least that’s what Mammon thinks.
“Please Mammon.” You whine, tugging on the demon’s dress shirt and giving your best pout. No matter how many other people you have wrapped around your finger and no matter how many times you have begged in the past, Mammon refuses to give you goldie. Mammon was your absolute endgame and the amount of security he has on that stupid credit card is insane and almost causes you to get jealous. Hell, sometimes he calls you goldie number two, just to get a rise out of you. “Nah, babe. Ain’t no way I’m giving you goldie number one.” He replies, standing firm. There’s something about giving goldie away to someone else in general, but then also someone who is as crazy about luxuries and spending as he is? Mammon would rather die right now than hand that card over willingly, even if it’s just to you. A big frown crosses your face, your hands moving to push your tits up in your dress so he can get a better look, “but Mammon, don’t you want these to look even better?” An innocent question; you don’t want a boob job, but if he gave you goldie, you could buy more outfits like this one just for him.
Mammon’s eyes are immediately drawn to your cleavage, scanning over the swell of your breasts as he licks his lips, but once again he shakes his head, “n-no! Yer not getting me with those things!” He exclaims. Your frown turns into an even bigger pout, but his reaction gave you an idea, “fine… but you staring at my tits got me all hot and bothered, Mam…” you speak, your voice turning seductive as you drop to your knees in front of him. Beautiful eyes look up at him through long lashes, the most innocent look on your face as you press a gentle kiss on his clothed groin. “You don’t mind if I take a taste, do you?” You watch as Mammon’s sternness turns into a grin, a low chuckle escaping him as he moves to unbutton his pants for you. “Yer fuckin’ gorgeous babe, on yer knees for the great Mammon.” He praises as his pants fall to the floor, along with his golden boxers.
Grabbing a hold of his cock, he gives himself a few good pumps before slapping the side of your face with his half hardened dick. “Ain’t never gonna deny ya my cock, babe.” He says, laying the tip down on your bottom lip. Your lips part eagerly, your eyes never leaving his from the position you’re in. For a while, you focus only on his tip, letting your tongue swirl around the sensitive skin in circles. His cock hardens fully due to your actions, Mammon getting more turned on by the minute. You always look irresistible to him, but especially when you wear a tight dress like that and push your tits up for him only moments ago. He’ll never admit it in fear of you thinking he’s only after your body – which isn’t true –, but his favorite thing about you are definitely your breasts. They’re so soft, fitting perfectly in his hands. Oh, and then the way your nipples feel between his fingers when he gets them all hard and perky in arousal.
“Hghn… Babe…” His own groan pulls him out of his thoughts and he looks down to find you sucking on his tip now. God, it’s almost embarrassing how quickly you can turn him on, but what is he supposed to do when you offer yourself to him so willingly? For now, your attention stays on his tip, one of your hands working along the rest of his shaft. He loves it when your hands are wrapped around him; they feel so soft and delicate while also giving him the rough jerking motions he needs to get off. You almost smile around his tip, but bite back just in time, deciding to take all of him into your mouth in one go. His tip hits the back of your throat and Mammon lets out a loud moan. “Fuck! Just like that…” he praises, throwing his head back as he feels the warmth of your mouth engulf him. You don’t give him time to focus too much on it though, immediately setting a good pace for sucking his cock. Mammon doesn’t even stop moaning anymore; he’s such a sucker for a good head.
“Babe…” he moans out, bucking his hips into your mouth in need. “Ya feel so good…” he moans out hoarsely, his head rolling back forward to look at you.
But you pull off of him, letting the cold air hit his wet shaft. “Wha..?! Why did ya stop?!” He demands, eyes wide. His hand moves to your head, fingers tangling in your hair to guide you back. “Give me goldie and I’ll finish you off.” You simply say, looking up at him with lustful eyes. You totally want to finish what you started, but you also really want goldie. “What? No! Ain’t no wa—!” Before he could finish, your head is back on his cock, deep throating him again. For a moment, Mammon thinks he has won. His fingers are gentle in your hair, his hips meeting your bobbing head in practiced rhythm. “That’s it… hghn…” His moaning rings in your ears and you move one hand to fondle his balls. Big and heavy, just as you like them. Mammon lets out a blissful groan, grateful that they’re not forgotten by you. “If ya keep going like that, Imma –!”
Your mouth pulls off of him with a pop, your tongue darting out to lick your lips. “Give me goldie and I’ll suck you empty of everything you have.” Frustration courses through the demon at your words, his brows furrowing. “Ain’t no way!” He exclaims, using force to push his cock back into your mouth and down your throat. You groan around his length, getting turned on yourself by the action. The demon is getting frustrated and you know it. Just a little more… your hand squeezes his balls tightly, kneading the flesh. No one knows this except for you, but Mammon loves a little bit of pain mixed into his pleasure and when you’re squeezing his balls like that, it drives him absolutely feral. Pulling off his cock, you lick down the underside of his shaft, watching him twitch as he gets more and more worked up.
“Please…” he begs, looking at you with pathetic puppy dog eyes, but all that earns him is a chuckle. “You know what I want…” you reply, making sure to look him extra deep in the eyes with the next lick, but Mammon shakes his head and groans in frustration. All he wants right now is thrust up into your mouth, or your cunt, which he knows is dripping wet because he can fucking smell you and it’s driving him absolutely insane. Your free hand moves to grip his cock, giving him a few tight and powerful strokes that have his hips bucking and his knees shaking. His eyes close again, his teeth clenched as he silently prays for you to not let go of him again.
Leaning back, you watch him with a smile, feeling his balls tighten in your hands as you continue to pump along his shaft. Precum is dripping down his tip, feeling hot and ecstatic on his sensitive head and Mammon almost screams with the need to cum. “Baby, please… I need it.. I needa cum…” He wines. All he can focus on is the painful grip you have on his sack and the way your hand strokes along his shaft, your thumb collecting the precum to smear all over his length. It won’t be long before he comes, he can feel it; you can feel it. Your eyes drop to the ground, seeing goldie stick out of his pants's front pocket. The pants that are pooled around his ankles and no one is paying attention to right now. A smirk grazes your lips as you look up, seeing Mammon lost in bliss, close to the edge.
Your hand leaves his balls to take out the card, your other continuing to stroke him a few more times. His cock is twitching in your hands, but you’re letting go as he’s dancing on the edge, getting up on your feet and quickly letting them take you out the door. “Thanks babe!” You call after him as you race down the halls, leaving him standing there confused, frustrated and half naked. Mammon’s eyes are wide open as he looks down at his cock where your hands had just been. It takes him a few seconds to realize that he got played – and a serious case of blue balls now –, but the moment he does, he’s quick to pull up his pants, stuffing his still painful erection uncomfortably in his pants as he takes off after you. “H-hey!!”